Shannadoa, laquadesh. Batta-anna, mlick ka dek.
Philly fickle ******
Nickle dime dash,
Dangle ****** bongle,
Bickle bockle bash,
Sunny sun sunshine,
Beady brain bright,
****** lovey Mondays,
Matthew mum might.
Oct 10, 2016
Oct 10, 2016 at 10:49 PM UTC
Words are a value . values are a word.
Words are a value . values are a word.
Didn’t go to work today . didn’t say a word.
Didn’t find a value . value to a world.
Couldn’t find a placement . placements structure sane.
Little breeze of sunshine . sunshine structure sane.
Oct 10, 2016
Oct 10, 2016 at 10:46 PM UTC
"Shush now child, you lay your head down, go to sleep right on my chest. Bombs are ringing out the windows, rock us both to sleep or death. Feel the warmness, feel my smile, feel the trickle of my tears. Baby girl just know I love you, heaven’s gates are shining near."
Oct 10, 2016
Oct 10, 2016 at 10:44 PM UTC
My head’s like fire, my thoughts like veins, coursing through my body
but I feel no
pain.
Make me go insane. Make me call your name. Tie me to the bed, make
my legs like
lead.
Passion, passion, passion. **** **** **** Shut the **** up
you stupid
****
Nails down my thighs, fly on the wall, shake me, press me, slowly
down the
hall.
Sticky, sticky, sticky. Eat your heart out. Love me for my mind then
blow your brains
out.
Head’s like fire, thoughts like veins, coursing through my body but I
feel no
pain.
**Basic. Stupid. Simple, words. Go to bed your *****
*****
Oct 10, 2016
Oct 10, 2016 at 10:39 PM UTC
Summer air
thick, hot
weighing down on me like,
smoke, that fills my lungs.
The sun shines sharp and clear
distorting
what is reality
Can you get,
lifted
on Summertime?
Sep 5, 2013
Sep 5, 2013 at 8:47 PM UTC
He told me quite plainly he couldn't be read.
His hair was wound rather tight to his head.
And his eyes were a mix of blue, or maybe grey.
Sep 4, 2013
Sep 4, 2013 at 7:35 AM UTC
My bed comes alive at night,
Lonely and solemn, these sheets are for two.
My mind goes astray at night,
With whispers and wonders and I miss yous.
My dreams are of you tonight,
I lay in your arms - Blissful. Asleep.
Sep 3, 2013
Sep 3, 2013 at 3:40 PM UTC
Differences abound in humanity
Unique individuals, we all are.
To judge your brother for lack of?
Differences abound in humanity
Uniquely identical, conceived by an artistic helix,
Eroded by experience
To judge your brother for excess of?
Before creation, before expression,
With humanity we all began – Exactly identical, our souls.
*Your brother you would be
Your brother you could be*
Sep 3, 2013
Sep 3, 2013 at 1:07 PM UTC
I want someone who belongs to themselves.
I want Nabokov, indulgence and ***** words,
like oil down a canvas.
Indulgence, and the way you press kisses up my spine,
like you want me to taste like your mouth the next time
someone kisses me there.
Sep 3, 2013
Sep 3, 2013 at 12:38 PM UTC
six-hundred miles,
separate my Love and I
...but do I love him?
Sep 2, 2013
Sep 2, 2013 at 11:23 PM UTC