Dear me,
What I want to tell you is
Brush your hair .
Wash your scalp clean
issues with the mane
issues of the brain.
Oct 23, 2015
Oct 23, 2015 at 11:48 AM UTC
Dear Jodie,
What I want to you is
Condition your hair more
Oct 23, 2015
Oct 23, 2015 at 11:47 AM UTC
There was no shame in hate
****** stained sheets
Pulled hair, nelgected
stares
you stood with self inspired awe
when you gifted us with those little paws
but someone blamed you
ripped you, whipped you
stole youth and ****
there you were.
But what I want to say
Is you are as you came
the purest of clean
washed by my grief
suffering with the relief
Oct 23, 2015
Oct 23, 2015 at 11:46 AM UTC
The Swirling shadow of infection
sweet nectar oozing
festering
hate
breeze *** with easy pace
flowing meat
me
a boiling sea
disbelief
fuzz and frizz
sweat then ****
heat, heavy, baking skin
his
broken, jagged, sharpened, ****
crawling, clawing, innocence
stuck
Oct 23, 2015
Oct 23, 2015 at 11:42 AM UTC
Where I stare is foul
When I see I seethe
My Perception is a flowering pain
Stems shredding brain
Roots the cause of a bone's ache
Igniting that Colonized shame.
Jul 15, 2015
Jul 15, 2015 at 8:38 PM UTC
It was no great loss
I was in pain, I knew of greater pain, I wanted pain
But the hunger of man came with an emotional grip
I was not there to heal, I was not there to hear
He said I didnt deserve that
He said you must take your own virginity
I said rip it from me
Truth be told my body had been seen, had been used
strewn out on the chairs of a church, left uncovered.
Carnage had begun in front of an altar, so pure, so clean
I thought it was a lesson in war with a mother's love
She took from me what men took from her.
She gazed at me like I could be a child no more
She said it was protection.
Maybe that's where it starts
Maybe thats why
there are no artful words for what I wanted
and what I got
Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 1:49 PM UTC
How evil can she be
A lilth set free
Power surging from between her knees
My eyes racing up her thighs
A shudder, a second of an incredible high
Can this really be
A smile caught from beyond my sleeve
A slight smirk, smoldering start.
She glides from her seat and takes a place beside me.
The heat.
Hands crawling up my leg
Tickling me with speed.
"Where do you stare?"
"What can you see?"
"Dear sir can you please set me free?"
"Put your hands here sir, please help me to be at peace."
Sep 4, 2014
Sep 4, 2014 at 3:01 PM UTC
What an awful thing it is
to have pain reflected in you and me
I cry
you scream.
The cause of your pain searing through my veins
Your Pride at its high.
My vanity causing this calamity.
You cry
I die
so I must hide.
Aug 26, 2014
Aug 26, 2014 at 12:21 PM UTC
How bored am I?
Ridculously bored.
Why? Because I work nine to five.
Watch me as I slowly die
to the beat of the clock
Slowly ticking by.
Aug 11, 2014
Aug 11, 2014 at 4:09 PM UTC
"Everything we see or seem is nothing but a dream with in a dream"
What a hoax, a coax
A pathetic poke on what,
a world should be.
What cowardly nonsense
seen from eyes suffering
with jaundice.
You yellow fool,
Gold is not cold
chilled or mellow.
I'm alive and vibing
Suffering and crying.
But my heart beats
my breath does not creep to barely a stir.
I'm coursing and churning, observing and learning.
The only lucid dream
is me
a Curse a Spell, just living in hell.
But I'm living well.
Aug 5, 2014
Aug 5, 2014 at 11:41 AM UTC