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Me in my leather gear!
THE MASK
    AKA The Mafia Boss (lol)
A Poem By Melissa Jean Charowsky
THERE I SHALL GO
I hide behind a mask not letting   my trueself show                          You shall never find me I will      never let you know                       My mask is a sacred shroud         It was carefully painted; neatly    endowed                                      To hide my true known identity   It's secreting was my top              priority                                        I cover myself in a veil of             disguise                                        To reveal me may bring about     my abrupt demise                        What you see is what you get       But who I am you've never met!
A Poem By Melissa Jean Charowsky
Can you love someone by           words alone sight unseen?          Can you love them completely   and not think it's a dream?        Does your heart know the          unfathomed truth?       
And can it not act mean, crass,  or totally uncouth?                    Does it, No, can it know?           Where love whence placed          must grow.                                 A heart that is confused             beyond reason                            Is like a warrior who has            commited high treason.              I do not know which way the      wind will blow                            All I know is where it carries      me there I shall go.
For those of you who       wondered what I'd look   like as Jessica Rabbit!
THE BOSS
A Poem By Melissa Jean Charowsky
I am in control for I am your boss                          Tangle with me and you may find your are at a       loss                                                                          I play the game by my rules and by my rules           alone                                                                       To challenge my laws you may have to atone          So up against the wall my slave                               Come on don't be shy ,go on you must be brave     You entered my domain by your own risk               Now you must survive my savage frisk                    I toy with you like I'm stroking you up                   You whine and whimper like a lil hound pup          You look at me astounded that I am you master     As if it I came about from some freak disaster        I quiet your ever questioning mind                          As I undo your hands from their handcuffed bind  I explain how I was once the bonded slave              And how you taught me to rise up from my            shallow grave                                                          What you didn't know is when you taught me to     be the boss to be the one true  master                     That my power and strength would grow faster       and faster                                                                Thank you for liberating me and healing my loss    I will please you now by being the wicked boss ;)      
        A UNIQUE GAME
A Poem By Melissa Jean Charowsky
I play a unique game                    I like to hide behind a different     name                                          My identies and roles forever        switching                                    I hide behind my masks never      itching                                        I express my thoughts through      each character I play                    I do it cunningly by my words I    speak; those thoughts I say           You see a piece of me slowly       coming out                                  I am slowly regaining my lost self  without a doubt                           Don't be alarmed by my               changling nature                          I just need to hide behind a           different nomenclature                 You may think I do it just to         decieve                                       But it's my one last hope my        sheltered  reprieve                       That I grow from who I used to    be                                              And leave myself go and become  the beauty that must be free
Me in my BeautifulSexpot mode lol. Actually it's me burned out after the fashion show .
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