Retired Actor


I made him up
when I was very young
The person they needed
To be their son

He played the part
Filled the role
Became my outer image
To save my soul

Everyday
I played the part
Learned my lines
Became my art

But no one knew
The real me
I play the part
So effectively

A method actor
With no awards to show
Finally free
And ready to grow

I’m the original
And I’m here to stay
The costumes and character
I’ve finally thrown away

– Shelly Franklin

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My Choice


I was the Queen
Ruler of my world
But I took a chance
Dressed as a Princess for the ball

He took my hand
Made me his Princess
Showed me his ruler
And let me be his Wench

Still the Queen
Treated like a princess
And happily his Whore

– Shelly Franklin

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Just a Thread


I can be the tether that keeps you each grounded

I can be the heart string that links you all together

I can be the thread that stitches all your old wounds closed

I can be the yarn that’s used to knit the fabric of our lives tighter

All of those I can be and will gladly do so with strength and be unbreakable

But understand I am not strong enough to be a rope for tug-of-war

I will unravel into broken strands that will never be mended or put back together

– Shelly Franklin

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Moving forward


Coming back?
I know you’re not

The breath I held
I’ve freed at last

Moving on?
I know I’m not

Moving forward
I am at last

– Shelly

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Yours


Here for you
I leave this note
Some simple words
this night I wrote

Your friendship, trust, and love
I need
Your passion, lust, and greed
I’ll feed

Take my body
your control I crave
My heart and soul
already your slave

Be my Mistress
Hold my chain
Let me serve you
Whether in pleasure or pain

In your arms
Or on my knees
To my heart and bonds
You hold the keys

– Shelly

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