“How can a woman be expected to be happy with a man who insists on treating her as if she were a perfectly normal human being…” – Oscar Wilde

Oscar asked the question
He should have known damn well
Not to play games like that
With a woman

These circumstances are her choices

But make no mistake
Don’t let your guard down
Assume anything

Because underneath it all

She’s got a wild side
Mischievous streak

She doesn’t quite fit in
No matter where she goes
Standing out of bounds
Edge of the crowd
Away from the circle
In her own space

Where she can be found
Only by those
That dare to cross
That ragged edge

Get close enough

To be intoxicated

Catch her drift

Inhale her scent

Find out about

Her wild side

Get under her skin

She only lets a very few
Come that close

She keeps a curved blade tucked
Behind her belt
Inside her boot
Underneath her table

Just in case
Anyone ever tries to hold her
Against her will

Like Oscar wondered
So did others

But she had learned
To be content
With her circumstances
Most of them

And she found ways
To let her wild side free
Hitchhiking along
Kicking open doors
Holding her own
Leaving her mark
Using her words
Raising her voice
Playing her song
Dancing alone

Making do
Finding enough
The best of both worlds

She wasn’t “normal”
Whatever the tarnation
That was supposed to mean

She was happy

She had found ways

To get around

And make the best

Of all her circumstances

And that was all that was necessary

For her anyways

Jeanna’ Mead 6 6 56 a.m 3-21-19

Bars and Bottles- The Two Of Us

Way back then

There was the two of us

Driving each other crazy

Playing hide-and-seek

Behind the bar

Messing with the bottles

That were just too tempting

Sneaking sips of whiskey

Bitter as could be

Johnny Walker Red

Wild Turkey

J and B

Pretending to be

Older and cooler

Clever and cunning

We were just sneaking around

Knowing full well

There could be hell to pay

If anything should break

If anyone dared

To tattle-tale

But the two of us

Were really good

At hiding

Behind the bar and the bottles

We didn’t get caught

Too often at all

Fast forward

To right now

The two of us

Are still real good

At playing hide-and-seek

Sneaking around

Hoping no-one will tattle-tale

And that old bar that held our secrets

Where we would go and hide

In plain sight

Is about to hold some more

Different kinds of bottles

Filled with other things

But it’ll still bring back memories

Of the two of us

Driving each other crazy

Hiding behind the bar and the bottles

Counting on each other

Just like way back then

The two of us

👣💗 Jeanna’ Mead

7 23 a.m 3-21-19


For Jeff..still driving him Crazy 😌


When she made changes

Little ones

Big ones,too

She knew

That she was really doing it

Just for herself

But every now and then

She wondered

If anyone noticed

The changes she had made

👣💗Jeanna’ Mead

6 42 a.m 3-21-19


Shivers and Curves

“I want to be the friend you fall hopelessly in love with. The one you take into your arms and into your bed and into the private world you keep trapped in your head. I want to be that kind of friend. The one who will memorize the things you say as well as the shape of your lips when you say them. I want to know every curve, every freckle, every shiver of your body…” – Tahereh Mafi

Shivers and curves

Was all she had

There wasn’t any one

Memorizing her words

Or the shape of her bright red lips

When she spoke

So she wrote instead


Short stories

Mysterious renderings

Glimpses into the private world of her mind

That no-one really knew

She found that her words

somehow managed

To make her feel

As if she was the friend

Hopelessly loved

For every single shiver and curves

👣💗Jeanna’ Mead

2 40 p.m. 3-20-19


Playing With Words

She purrs when she’s doing
What she pleases
Drinking what she wants
Laying in the company of the few kindred spirits
Savoring chocolates
Writing words
Kneading bodies
It’s just the way she is
A wildcat
That seems so tame
Except by those
That have heard
Her purr turn
Into a roar

👣❤ Jeanna’ Mead
725 a.m 3-19-19

He left room
Blank spaces
At the bottom
Of the page
Tempting her
To leave her mark
Expose some truths
Bare her skin
And her heart
Reach across the darkness
Tie up the loose ends
Make him yearn for more
For whatever she wanted to do.

7 31 a.m

132 seconds

She counted each one

To see how long

It would take

She knew it wouldn’t

Be long

132 seconds

From start to finish

Beginning to end

That’s all it took

To be done

👣💔 Jeanna’ Mead

7 00 a.m 3-20-19




Writing words

Fingers on skin

Instead of

Pens on paper

Blank canvas

She wondered

If she could hand over

Fine tip markers

Climb up

Lay down

Let go

Release all expectations

Just to see

Which words

What art

Would appear

On her skin

👣💙Jeanna’ Mead

709 a.m 3-20-19

Hard Pressed

It was one of those things

Pros and cons of both

Were so easy to see

She stood on the ragged edge

Weighing in each hand

The choices laid before her

Hard pressed

She called upon her Creator

Held on to her faith

Pulled together her circle

Those she knew

Full well

Would not pull any punches

Hold back any truth

Shoot straight

Tell it like it is

Help her to think

A little more wisely

Choose the best

One out of two

Since she’s always been

Hard pressed

To just follow her


God given intuition

Fly by the seats

Of her well-worn jeans

Somehow land on her feet

She’ll be hard pressed

To find a better way

Than to listen to the words

Weigh both sides

Pros and cons

Look at every angle

Open all the doors

Walk up and down

Before she takes off running

Along the ragged edge

Letting go of every thing

Leaping to her destiny

Hard pressed

To be more like she dreamed

And do all the things

She’s always said

She would


When she wasn’t so

Hard pressed

By everything else

👣💗Jeanna’ Mead

6 52 a.m. 3-18-19



She is a wild rose

Far stronger than she looks
Making men go
Weak in the knees
With just a whisper and a glance
But her real power is unleashed
When she reaches out
And touches the body
Steals the soul
Makes the man
Fall apart at the seams
Bring her roses only to find
That if he knew her half way
He would bring
Wildflowers and whiskey
Chocolate and leather bound journals
Sit beside her and try his best
To understand
Just how
She can get under his skin
Make him forget
Who he is
Have no fear
Or shame
Of any consequences
As long as he can be with her
Just a little longer
Hold her closer
Feel her embrace
Breathe in her scent
Caress her skin
Fall into the unknown
All because she’s stronger than she looks

She’s a thorn in his side.

7 23 a.m 3-16-19

“It is the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important…” – Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

thorns and roses

she is
cold blooded
and warm hearted

a soft embrace
and a knife
in the back

she’s the thorn
in my finger
and the rose
from whence it came

there is nothing
she wouldn’t
give me
and nothing
she won’t repossess

she is fiercely insistent
that i am not in control
and neither is she

she has set me above no one
nor anyone above me

she hasn’t the fear
nor the common sense
to worry about consequence

she is a firm handshake
and a sucker punch

an acceptance
and a denial

the truth
amidst the lies

lying within her truth

she is mine
and she is not

and never again

she is woman…