People on my facebook often un-friend me because I love to take photos. I love to take photos of me and everything around me. I want to be a superstar. I am not full of myself like some people, I just like to think I looked pretty at that moment. It isn’t all natural. I have to make an effort to take photos. I have to say I deserve this photo. We spend so much of our lives ignoring ourselves. I just decided one day five years ago that I will never be this way again. I spent most of my life avoiding the camera. I was not a size 2 or a size 14. I have this one tooth that is like a vampire tooth and I would not smile. I was pale and anemic. After my hysterectomy I started gaining some strength and I looked into the mirror those blue gray eyes pleaded with me to realize the beauty of my soul and of my self and I started my photo journey. When I started putting my pics up I had men chase me and I felt like a celeb on a really good day I get compared to Liz Taylor. I have started using photo editor on my Iphone because I get terrible puffiness under my eyes and it makes me feel so bad. I try my best to hide the flaws and focus on the things models would kill for like my cheekbones thanks to the Cherokees and the sexy lips that rival any porn star’s collagen injected nasty lips …(LOL). I try so hard to get women to think that they can get up and dig out the foundation and start playing around with their clothes and jewelry and feel pretty. If I have made any woman who was put down or ignored stand up for herself then I wasn’t just playing dress up for nothing !
Margo
Tag Archives: poetry
For me, I find I want to talk to men. I never had that attention as a teenager. I was a chubby girl and back in the 80’s that was looked at as almost a defect. I am so glad now that women are told to love themselves. I preach this myself. LOVE YOU NOW…
Anyway, after my hysterectomy so many things changed. I started to love my body and I began to find myself. I realized I liked to dress up. I realized I loved Glamour and fashion. I looked to my idols Liz and Marilyn and I began to model for my facebook and the (pen pal site also known as WACKY TOWN).
I find I need to flirt, but flirting is also born out of insecurity. One would flirt if they were looking for attention and praise which would mean that it was missing from home.
I wish I had a guy who would say “God you are pretty, come here sit on my lap a minute.”
SIGH 🙂
I know you can hear the music playing softly.
Why did they go away?
Why did they go away
and leave me
I sit on the sand
the ocean laps at my feet
I pick up a handful of sand
toss it into the water
I can’t understand why
he left me
how can someone be
so careless
the water is warm
sand, small rocks and shells
dance over my legs
then the tide comes and washes
it away again
I miss him
I don’t understand
the men
that went away
my mind is like the ocean
so vast and I am so afraid
I will sit here alone
and never know
why they left me
Kiss the sand
Kiss the sand
pretend I’m there
feel the sun against
your skin
know my name kiss
the sand but don’t allow it
on your tongue
it could choke you
like a song
sung by jealous
angels
fire fireflies and dust
kiss the sand
it knows of lust
you don’t know me
I am a gypsy in the rain
you danced with me
once
when our hearts were the same
kiss the sand
and remember my name
Alas
Alas, I have given up trying to win your love
or figure out what went wrong
My sweet husband held me last night
when I had nightmares of a ghost grabbing
at my feet..
Alas,
I have given up because
you are not worth the
Pain
You are a coward
and I know this now
your words of love
was from a boy’s mouth
and I a woman who sought
too much
Alas, Alas I have
given up…
pain of loss
He’s So Popular
He’s so popular
why would he even talk to me
He writes well, he’s cute
he climbs rocks
but would he ever notice me?
I grab my books and hold them against
my chest
will he think I am smart or
ignorant?
He’s handsome and sexy
and everyone follows his lead
I would say hi but I don’t know
if he would notice me
The girls they all praise him
and I look down
I am not that shy more like a clown
I wish He would pass me a note
I feel like floating
but he would think it’s a joke
he’s so popular and sexy cute
I wish he would look at me
and think so too 🙂
I hate the quiet with so many words
around,
but I can’t say much
I can only hang around…
Maybe you are a bad guy
Maybe your a bad guy
and I’m just out for hurt
maybe I am wrong to ivestigate
to find out more about you
when I could just be asking for trouble
what if I find a love note
or a shocking photo on file
maybe you don’t like me
maybe you’re not worth my
while,
maybe you are a bad guy
who likes all kinds of girls…
I don’t wanna think about it
I just wanna go to sleep
sick of looking online for an
email or a tweet
I just wanna close my eyes
and think about something else
maybe you are a bad guy
and you already left…
Margo
I don’t even know your last name
I don’t even know your last name
I can’t look you up on google
I can’t find you when I dial 411
if you never wanted me to find you
I guess I never could do
that….
baby I only know your name
what you say that you go by
and I go by looking at the guys
walking down the street and I wonder
if I could ever meet someone like you
and I only spoke to you for a minute or two
you never promised me anything out of the blue
I don’t know where you grew up up
or what you dream of..
I don’t even know your last name
and aint it a shame cause
tonight I’m missing you..
and I can’t even google where you are
or what you do,
I only know that I miss you
and I hope you someday
I can get to know you a little better
than this
cause I have to trust you that you
meant what you said
those few minutes talked
and I haven’t forgot you……
By Margo (DO NOT STEAL MY WORK I WISH I WAS A SONG WRITER AND COULD MAKE MONEY I SING THESE SONGS )
sigh
Who are you?
Who are you that sends me texts
we met on a site that boasts
adult topics
you told me to text you if I was lonely
We texted for 3 days
and I was over come with guilt and worry
I told you to stop
But all day I have searched
for your words
and there have been none
How can I miss a stranger?
WHy would I miss a stranger?
It could be dangerous and foolish
but I miss you
Who are you ?
WIll I ever know?
For a while
For a while
I felt as if I knew
what I wanted
I felt that sins were lifted
and that I had joined
some kind of religion
but it was not accepted
and the veil was lifted
and I had to be
me again
without the innocence I so
desired
margosmischief 