Francie Lynch
Francie Lynch
Apr 8, 2015

What is the difference,
Asked the educator,
Between being skillful,
Such as a prostitute,
And being educated,
Such as a teacher?

Well, replied a prostitue,
One educates skillfully,
The other skillfully educates.

Which is which?
The educator responded.

Depends, said the prostitute,
On the pay and benefits.

Jun 16, 2014

I do not have a virgin heart..
It's been fucked with,
And torn apart..
My heart is a prostitute,
Getting payed with love-filled lies.
My Virgin body isn't yet caught up.
I gave all that was inside of me,
Trying to protect what I was born with,
My cleanliness, my virginity,
My purity..
My virgin body is white, pure, clean.
But my heart is black, broken, dead..
Waiting to be revived.
So please, revive my heart..
But don't take my body..

. xxx .
#broken   #heart   #black   #white   #body   #colors   #purity   #prostitute   #virgin   #clean  
Trey Evans
Trey Evans
Nov 14, 2014

“By any means necessary”
Words of encouragement to my self-depreciated soul

Pure happiness coming at a premium
The outside world strips me; making me its whore

Strange lips and unfamiliar hands cradle me
Satisfaction in this sense is only temporary

Criticism coming from every direction
Questioning whether my lifestyle is necessary

I’ve never enjoyed my naked predicament
However, it’s my only productive option

Allowing simpletons to simply have their way
Faking pleasure, keeping my pain locked in

After so much abuse, I try to be a man
Clothing myself again, sucking up the tears

The world has other ideas
Unleashing every one of my fears

Again, cold and abandoned
I find myself back at square one

Becoming a slave to the world
Just another form of prostitution

written 1/2/13
Sep 30, 2015

Lowered head, into open lap
Thats what you came for tonight
A wet kiss, with your deep release
Thats what you paid for tonight

Smeared makeup, untamed hair
Each man gets to abuse you
Lack of self respect, more shame
All because you choose to

Mommy's attitude, daddy's regret
These are your reasons why
Naked dates, drugs and alcohol
And you just want to cry

Could've done anything, everything
But the money's fast
Fake love, and real pain
And her smile is glass

#love   #broken   #sad   #hate   #whore   #pain   #cry   #daddy   #prostitute   #nasty  
Steph Dionisio
Steph Dionisio
Dec 2, 2015

I have found myself related to Gomer;
yes, I am also a hustler.
She had relationships with different men,
while I engaged myself with my own selfish plans.
She slept with them for so many nights,
while I slept with selfless thoughts, unaware it wasn't right.
She had correlation thinking it was alright,
while I linked myself with faulty motives and to it I delight.
We were hooker in our different ways.
Unrighteous deeds we both had praised.
It corrupted her mind and body,
while it made me a prostitute spiritually.
In the midst of my unfaithfulness and cruelness,
I have found love and forgiveness.
For love came down and bought me with a price,
showed me the beautiful meaning of sacrifice.
The blood of the lamb cleansed and restored my impure soul.
An enough reason that makes me whole.

-Steph Dionisio, December 02, 2015

Inspired by the book of Hosea in the Bible.

My heels were well acquainted with the corner of desperate and pathetic  

On an avenue very few roamed

My red lips seduced the night away like it would be the last

My hair was easily comparable to the midnight sky

Bruises matching my vibrant eyeshadow

Skin as pale as the moon

My love just something all the married men wanted to borrow

Until the night a 1967 black, Chevy impala pulled up to my side

A young man just out of secondary

With blue jeans and a blazer

He asked what I was doing all alone

"Giving my soul" I replied

Cigarette in hand

"I'll pay for your company" is what he said.

And so he did

He never begged or pleaded for my affection and lust

But he'd pay a thousand just to hear the words fall from my tongue

He plucked me from the streets of New York

Reading parables to me

Since I was illiterate myself

He was only eighteen

Inherited a mother load

I guess he hadn't ever had a real friend

Or a reasonable source to spend his currency

I saw myself in his emerald orbs

He just wanted someone to care

Care for something other than the amount of money he had in his pocket

That, I could comprehend


Autumn Ann
Autumn Ann
Mar 28, 2014

Just because it has a heartbeat
Doesn't mean you can fuck it.
K? K.

I think you need to get a new hobby  that doesn't involve penises.

By the Catholic Church
For Speaking the Truth.
She turned to Prostitution
When her husband
Threw her out the Door.

The Prostitute always listened
To the Problems her clients shared with her.
She became confident enough
To run for Public Office
And became one of the most ethical,
Conscientious Representatives
The Nation had ever known.
A Politician,
Who had won the Nobel Peace Prize,
Dishonored himself
By profiting from Weapons Sales
To Terrorists and War Criminals.
So, the Peace Prize Winner
Prostituted his conscience
And became Corrupt,
But the Prostitute,
Who had been paid
To have Sex with Men
Because known as a Saint.

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