Money – Written By Paulette Sedgwick

i see the knives in the kitchen
Right now nothing else matters
I can’t take no more
Brown envelopes piling up my door
No money coming in
Can,t pay a penny let alone them all
No one to turn to
One by one everything been cut off
Not even a phone
To scream down the line ‘HELP’…
I pick up the sharp knife
In tears i look at the danger
My mind is racing not thinking
Will i make it through this madness
Or should i now just give in?…
Lost and so alone in my thoughts
Searching for a reason to stay
Suicide isn’t an easy way out
Even if depressed over money and debt…
I lean forward against the kitchen wall
Thrust the sharp blade into my chest
Blood spews every where
Pain intrudes to the welcoming of death
I drop to the cold kitchen floor
I feel life leaving me
So i close my eyes
Tears mixed with blood
Finally get to sleep and rest
Escape this worry of debt
(C)PFS

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Erotic Dream – Written By Paulette Sedgwick

She came, She kissed my soft lips
Then sat astride my thighs
Teasing and tantalising my muscular body
In her pink and black lacey underwear
I felt so god dam horny
Yet I could not move
I was paralysed of this vision
Of my perfect women perched ontop of me…
Her long blonde brown hair and amazing hazel eyes
Her golden fleshy body with freckles here and there
She looked right into my soul
Eyes of red hot passion
Filling me full of hungry passion
Just before she worked out hard on me
Like a gym session…
Thought i’d died and gone to heaven
I woke up in the early hours
Surely this couldn’t have happened?
Because she was no longer there
Perhaps just a vivid erotic dream..

But then i found a note saying
”From your Gillette – Yes I was really there”.
(C)PFS
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The Mind

Imprisoned in an abandoned mind
Down into an unoccupied tranquillity
To imply reality is to be invisibly immersed
In a distant silhouette.
Resembling an obscure doormat agony
The perfect destination, untouchable
As seeing the fragility of indifference dissolved
Unlike an unextinguished taper, inevitably
Vanishing into an immaculate death purified
By fire into recognisable dust.
It is unbearable that incessantly awaken
Repeating that identified transparency inlaid
Into the world, to banish into nothingness
In an instant to separate into a new direction
Revealed – yet unspeakable.
 
But is it all a mirrored illusion
Reflecting endlessly
The imminent consequence guarded
Beneath a sensitive reorganisation
To divert and refine that incessant perceived agony
Of the mind.
(c)PFS

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