Angie Jolie has a look that melts into her perfect breasts as she teases me into a new world of seduction. Her eyes are a map and her lips show me where to land my ship of seductions. I want her seductions and eruptions filled full of love consumptions.
Catching my beer just short of the head I drink in life… I miss the spice, the strife, the things that make me cream I want feelings and meanings filled with streaming beings.
Needing something greasy I feel easy and less enthused across a world of misused and abused people that are trained to enjoy the steeple. Dogma, fuck it over and fuck your dogma. It’s there for you to be a tool.
I miss the hand-kisses and well-wishes. Love’s seduction filled with reduction to the finest elements spent on sweat and tears of fears and folly. I want your lolly and folly filled with me.
Fucking crazy, it is me.
Me, fuck me. The life I chose is interchangeably symbiotic.
Silence now, No drums
No sounds of marching bands
The faint sounds of crying across a proud land
A feeling of national loss, bewilderment
An act that has cut a nation to the quick
The slaying of a valiant heart by cowards
Valiant as his brotthers and sisters in arms
They do what many could not comprehend
Their life in the balance, daily
Yet they fight to protect innocents
They risk all to protect those with nothing
Give everything for the greater good
Mourn our drummer for he is OUR drummer
Remember him as that
Remember him as a man with pride
Passion principle and virtue
A man who gave it all for OUR safety
For our country
For his family
For love of good in this world
Do not be silent
Shout his name from roof tops
Write it down read it out loud
For when a warrior is spoken of
He is remembered
The next time the drums beat it will be in lament
Marching will be heard that day
The feet of man woman child
Christian Muslim bhudist all creeds all faiths
He shall be mourned as a King
Streets lined by his family his people
The British people in their thousands
Defiant resolute and thankful
Drummer Lee Rigby, remember his name
For today we lost a part of My England
Let it not be in vain
if you make a concrete judgement of somebody without fully getting to understand them, that's a sign of stupidity, and that's what she did to me
and my family, without even knowing my mother and father, she didn't even bother
to recall why she'd often dismiss, them as just religious, freaks who took care of their kids, and didn't get divorced, stayed together through the weather
she claimed they only did it cuz of the kids, but they're out of the house now, and my parents are still together and in love
what she couldn't find, within our family, and her simple mind, is that they would have loved her too, if she would've accepted them, or got to know them, or had a talk, or just listened, but instead, she placed them in a class with the rest, of the people she thought she knew best
but look inside and you might find that she don't know her self, and that's why she has to place, this label upon those who say grace, before they eat dinner
my mother and father, i love, so much. and that's why it hurt when she said they are weird. and that they're the reason my brother smoked crack.
fuck that. tears come down my face are dried, the stains from her lies still infiltrate my eyes. but it's okay, i live and forgive another day, just like my parents taught me
move on and pray
sometimes the people we love do things that hurt us.
it's not always intentional,
it's usually a giant mistake.
we don't always realize that the person did it because they care.
because we scared them.
because they want to make sure that we're okay.
and they don't know how to solve it themselves so they have to ask for help.
and even though he may have upset you,
he was trying to do the right thing
Go around showing other people's poems love
can't get enough eyeballs to show some love to my own.
sharing my work on here is an exercise in futility
therefore I bid you farewell, goodbye Hello Poetry!
If you like my writings you can find me here: OttisBlades.com
Much love to the immensely talented people that did.
I'm the type of person,
Who chooses the dented cans of soda.
The type of person who picks up the
Crumbling piece of cake,
Instead of a whole one.
I have a $10 dollar phone with a shattered screen
Instead of the phenomenal $400 iPhone.
I choose the notebook with torn pages,
To write my broken poems in.
And I choose the broken-hearted people
People ask me what I want to be,
And I tell them I'm not sure.
But I know deep down,
I want to be yours.
I wore a red dress
and you took a picture of me leaning against the house
smoking a cigarette
I said I didn't like my face
you said you did.
that's when I knew.
so I sat on the arm of a chair and you handed me a fan
and asked if I would take it upstairs
it was all yellow light and people spilling beer and
and touching each other's legs
I smiled and said yes
and knew you could see it burning in my eyes
just sizzling there, hot
two drops of boiling water hissing on a stove top
I took the fan upstairs and put it in your window
the air blowing the bottom of my skirt
just a little.
and things were still blurry
so it's good that I wanted to close my eyes.
and I did.
and I was reminded of the feeling of another's hands
in the morning I picked my red dress off the floor
and put my face close to the fan
feeling the air hit the sweat on my cheeks
and on my forehead .
we smiled at each other
and I meant it.
because hands grabbing drunk in a small bed by a window
didn't have to be any more
These things that make you say
The same things that make you go
Sinful little pretty girl
Your skin is just Heaven
Think I can take you for a whirl
As long as you promise to keep beggin'
In the night, as the rain hits the roof
You're waiting for me in shadows
All the lights turned down too low
Never knew this is where we would go
There's not an ounce of apology
In your soft, seductive, sex tone
You used to feel ashamed about this
But not anymore because we're alone
Nothing can stop the flow of blood now
Dripping from limbs and into the floor
You're pretty crazy, I won't lie
But when were through it I'm always wanting more
It's all because you are an animal
A being outside of what most people know
When I'm with you I refuse to let go
You're dark power lies within your sheets
I Hate That You Don’t Consider My Feelings.
I Hate The Way You Make Me Feel Small.
I Hate That You Feel Like You Can Just Walk In And Out Of My Life Whenever You Feel Like It.
I Hate That I Let You.
I Hate How You Just Don’t Care About How It Will Affect Me.
I Hate How You Pretend To Like Me When You’re Really In Love With Her.
I Hate How You Use Me. Again, I Hate How I Let You.
I Hate You.
I Love It When You Make Me Laugh.
I Love The Way You Kiss.
I Love It When You Come Over.
I Love The Way You Look At Me.
I Love Whenever I Put Myself Down, You Always Bring Me Up.
I Love It When You Smile.
I Love It When You Do Impulsive Things Because You Just Don’t Care What People Think.
I Love When You Randomly Text Me Or Message Me.
I Love How Smart You Are.
I Love The Way I Am Around You.
I Love How Much Of An Asshole You Can Be To Other People But You’re So Nice To Me.
I Love It When You Hold Me In Your Arms.
I Love It When You Carry Me When I’m Too High To Walk.
I Love Skating With You.
I Love Talking To You.
I Love The Way You Look At Things When You’re Deep In A Conversation.
I Love You.