I feel like a dehydrated flower in a broken vase
Water has seeped through the cracks
I'm shriveled over the edge
Slowly crumbling
Slowly falling apart
Jun 25, 2017
Jun 25, 2017 at 6:15 PM UTC
Like the bonnie
Hereditary lines you descend from
You are beautiful
Through cumulative generations
Your estrogenic figure seems meliorate
But that's not what I'm here for
You see I'm here for what's beyond the eye
For I know there are shades of blue beyond those onyx eyes
I desire to engage with your soul
And for your soul to engage with mine
Not in the concupiscence sense
We'll talk about that another time
So Babygirl name your time
Name your place
No obstacles are bound to stop Psyches from attachment
For what I dream we'll have can over every,
and surely create plenty
Babygirl...
Jun 25, 2017
Jun 25, 2017 at 6:14 PM UTC
This can be defined as a feeling of deep heat within the throat.
A feeling of volcanoes spewing in the stomach and dynamite egnititing through the face.
One cannot simply control anger
It is one untamed beast, ravaging through innocent villages destroying whatever is in it's path.
If anger was a certain organism
It would have melted it self right out of existance of time
It would have never truly existed
Anger does not fickle
It endures it's prey through out it's existance
It is an enigma and resembles the unknown.
Anger is not part of the fight but rather inflicts it
Anger is no origin
No beginning
No end
No creator
No Descriptor
Jun 17, 2017
Jun 17, 2017 at 6:18 PM UTC
Theres little to be found
Yet lots to be lost
In matters of the heart
I for on one
Have lost plently
Fiddling with love notes
But in the end all I got back
Was Nothing but Confetti
Perhaps I stayed too long
Hoping
Hoping that maybe one day
Maybe one day you'll trully love me
But now i know
Theres little to be found
In your heart
Theres little to be found
Everywhere
Theres little to be found
Jun 17, 2017
Jun 17, 2017 at 6:17 PM UTC