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The good. The bad. The ugly
All happening in the same location
My bed was taken
Preoccupied by sweat
The bed wet
I have a hot box
I'll rock your socks off
But only if I like you
I'll get some head but you gotta be good
Men made me hate ***
Too fast. No pleasure
I don't like to feel rushed
I like it slow, hard, rough
Choke me while you slide it in slow
Do your best to let me know
Own this cat
Not too many can do that
Only 2 have proven that
But I took Miss Kitty back
She straightened up real fast
Now she hasn't had that
Jaw dropping, leggin popping
Ouuu can I have your babies?
Nah, keep that ****** on daddy
I ain't tryna be crazy
Knock out ***
Make sure I walk funky for 2 days
I've had a lot of ***
I've been high from it
Some might call that addiction
But it has to be the right person or its a waste of skill
I want to showcase this pornstar worthy talent
With someone who had magic to share with me
I want to be pretzelized
Push my legs back as far as they will go
Make me feel it in my stomach
Eat my car until tears of pure satisfaction leak from my eyes
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Sensational ecstasy 10x
It's magical . As it should be.
Poem 7— Self Preservation
Why do I fill my head with these thoughts?
Sometimes I'm afraid I'm too open with people
I don't just let everyone know that nasty side of me but I'm honest
Miss Kitty?
She's Live & well
I talk about beer in 3rd person
Sometimes the thoughts I have are questionable
I can get down right disgusting with the right person
I love my body
My beautifully intricate mind
I love me
But that part of me that wants to be loved
By a soul other than my own
Insists on letting me know
My sins may not be worth forgiveness
Do I deserve to be loved?
Am I cursed to be lonely?
Will my self love be enough?
Poem 6— Self Preservation
Got a cig going
Running around the house naked
A pair of shorts & a cami
No bra. No *******.
Skin like butter— smooth
Thighs thicker than turkey
Got a little ham & some pineapples too
Juicy
I look at myself often
I never thought I was this cute
Maybe I'm not
Maybe I'm just high enough to think I am
I love it though
This version of me
This smaller, chill *** *****
I like the peace
I like when my head is settled
Who am I?
Jhorden-Nikole
I'm sure
I like her
Poem 5— Self Preservation
I feel it in my chest
Tightening of muscles as you clench your teeth
A feeling so strong you feel it in your feet
Push it off, push it off, push it off
Ignore those wearing signs & go about your life
Avoid confrontation
Bad idea
You are a simmering ***
If someone doesn't turn off the fire
You'll get too hot
But these people, these things, this life we live
They all apply this pressure
A tightly sealed lid
Overflow
An explosion
You shouldn't let it but it's a build up of pain
This deep anger never let's you feel the same....
Poem 3— Self Preservation
I feel like a work of art
As I face this L
Leg cocked out the window
Thinking, what the hell?
All this negativity in life I can't even feel
Cause when I got this tree
I feel so light, so free
One puff, a whistle
Two puffs, a caged bird sings
Halfway through
Can you imagine me?
Thinking I'm soooooo fine
iPhone photo shoot please!
When I get up there, I am too numb to think
Had writing turns to ****
Miss Ava takes over
She loves everything
She has a cute little condo
Right behind my ribs in my chest
This girl think she knows best
When the THC slows Brandon down
blood pressure lowers
Ava starts to pound
Kiss & hugs, more love ooouuuu
She even woke Miss Kitty too
Hot. Bothered. ***** Asf
My body's a symphony
No need to **** up
But when the sound hits the ears too rough
Brandon wake up & says that's enough!
Miss Kitty back to bed
Ava stay out of her head
Now that we're through
Let's go get some food
3 feeling & A blunt
I only have 3 moods
Poem 3— Self Preservation
Sometimes I suffer these fits of paranoia
Could be the bipolar
Could be the government
Could be the aliens
Whatever it is— sometimes it gets crazy
I pour my water bottle into the bottle I already have because I trust my bottle
I get nervous right before a storm
I wake up at the same time EVERY night to check the house...
No sleep... yet so energetic
Why is everyone tying to play me?
Is my phone tapped
Sssshhhhh just listen.........
Poem 2— Self Preservation
I've been wearing socks for 3 days straight
Icky, sticky socks make me irate
There's just something freeing about feeling the ground beneath you...
I feel you!
The flow of energy
The boost of adrenaline you get—
Heart beat quickens
Breath in breath out
Breath in breath out
Breath in breath out
Faster, faster, faster,
And then
STOP
I'm smiling— beautiful adrenaline rush...
Poem 1 — Self Preservation

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