I breathe in,
I breathe out.
I kiss the tip to make smoke fly
I **** the soul out of it.
**** is a beautiful thing.
Lord hear our prayers,
Forgive those who testify against our ways and spread love and peace through out all.
Ha,
Cute fantasy.
**** is a beautiful thing indeed I breathe in and out to calm my heart.
Thank you for your service amongst thee beloved plant.
Lord hear our prayers.
Amen.

Kiss me.
Kiss me hard.
Kiss me softly.
Show me your heart.
Let me feel your pulse.
It’s heavy, your body.
Sweet tasting skin.
Leave marks all over me.
I’ll be sure to do the same.
You’re salty too.
Making me feel alive.
You only you.
Burn me with your lips.
Hurt me with your love.
I swear it’s ok.
Bite my neck and kiss my pulse.
Blood running through our veins and down my neck.
It tastes like iron.
You’re like a drug.
So addictive.
So intoxicating.
Use me like your little doll.
Beautiful.
Hot.
Love.
Lust.
Kiss me.

My own mommy said to me
“Wow I’m so sorry ,I really neglected you”
That **** broke my heart.
I didn’t want her to feel bad.
She was my mom and I love her.
But for her to say that,
Admit to it,
To my face, I almost couldn’t bear it.
The tears poured out, the mental breakdowns going through my head.
I’m thinking even my own mother neglected me when things got hard and scary so I acted out of anger but I still always love her.
I know I have the best mom.
She raised me well and was always there when I needed her even if it didn’t seem like it at times.
So I think nonsense.
Was I neglected? Yes in a sense.
Do I care? No. I did.
But,
I love my mom cause she’s honest and tells it like it is.
She knows all.
And always wants what’s best for us.
Even when we annoy the hell outta her and make her wish she didn’t have kids.
My mom rocks.  
She is my rock.
My dank to my dabby.
my best friend.
My mom.
She’s the best and I love her.
She’s here now and that means the world to me.
I love you mommy.
Forever and always.
To the moon and back.

I could feel it in my bones.
The electricity.
It felt like I was overcome by tingles of fire.
Down my back,
Up my spine to my neck.
Down my arms,
Down to my very core.
I felt the heat.
The energy in the room was deadly.
Ohhh how I longed for the tension to end,
Yet wished for it to stay forever.
I feel it in my heart.
The way you make me feel.
The way you draw shivers along my body.
I feel nothing but you.
I want nothing but you,
Your touch,
Your kiss,
Your everything.
I wanna scream and bleed for you.
I want the last thing I say to be your name.
I wanna feel you.
But I wonder...
Do you feel it?
The thunder and lightening we create when we’re together.
The tension and the ease.
Do you feel it like I do?
Feel it cause I’m all yours.

The universe,
The world,
Each country,
Every continent and planet around us.
God is a woman.
Life comes from within us,
Our bodies are the world itself.
Without us where would anyone be?
God is a strong beautiful confident woman who keeps her head up high no matter the words thrown out about her.
With a single finger she can control reality as it is.
Our wonderful Goddess.
Bless you I’ll say as I stand and salute you my Goddess.
Thank you for making us women.
We make life,
We change life,
And we care about life.
Love too.
But mostly for ourselves and whom we deem worthy to be by our side.
Be our equal.
Cause even if god is a woman god is also a man.
Together we are a God.
Let her shine her light upon us.
Sweet Goddess.
Dearest God.
Give me the will to live.

It grows in us all.
Each and every single living breathing thing has either already encountered you or are waiting for your sweet, loving embrace.
Oh Death, I say your name never in fear, maybe heartache but never hate.
Maybe momentarily I’ll be dead.
Alas that’s not going to be true until you put me to sleep.
Oh death, how you surround us.
Always lingering and lusting for our lives.
Some of us you wait to seek,
Others you don’t.
oh Death how constant you can be when leaving bodies laying around do be a dear and pick them up will you?
Ha. That’s cute.
And isn’t it quite funny how death appears the second you close your eyes.
It’s a comfort really to know that death is not the enemy.
The enemy lies within us in our own ****** life.
Breathe in and out.
If you can’t do that you’re dead.
You could be dying if your sick and cold or just out of the blue like the popping of a vein, or if your lips turn blue maybe you’ll be blessed.
Life is death and death is everything life is and isn’t.
Playing the game of life can be traumatic or fine. Just fine. Or okay, maybe great, if you really wanna believe that.
Let your last breath be the first of your new life.
Remember only the good, learn from the bad, and try your hardest in every challenge given to you by life.
Make yourself the undertaker to your own funeral.
May the world one day forever live and Rest In Peace.

My head is twisted my body is broken
I don’t know how to breathe or to be a person
But that’s ok cause no one wants to hear none of that.
No one wants to hear those loud car doors slamming leaving the dogs in a frenzy with people screaming.
People may ask you “are you ok?”
And you could say yeah, or you could tell the truth and say how miserable you are
How dead you are.
You never want to see or hear the things I think about or see the stuff that I can remember in schools with flash cards and books, depressing music, and some angsty poetry and to be honest I am scared.
I’m scared that I’m not sane.
But what does it mean to be sane?
I honestly have no clue and I’m freaking out scared for my life hiding in my house as if it were a hole that we dug for safety and it hurts me everyday to be awake sometimes.
But people don’t wanna hear that.
They wanna hear that you’re ok and doing perfectly fine and that everything’s looking up.
When in reality there’s no such thing.
But that’s just life.
But don’t worry I am fine thanks for asking those who do here’s a shout out to you as a thank you for being there for me when I needed them the most I love you kisses xoxozozo