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 Jun 2014
Raphael Uzor
I can't love two women at once,
Does that mean I don't have a large heart?*


© Raphael Uzor
 Jun 2014
Poetic T
Naughty nun and your sinful games,
You prey to my weakness with your
Lustful games, you know all sins
Of the flesh, wearing your cloth of
Faith. Knowing I cant keep my hands
Of a woman of the cloth so hot is faith.

You get on your knees, and you pray
Not for the above, but what hangs in
Your face. Jesus she says  holy crap,
You want that where it  my holy hole,
No way you going back there as she
Holds a cross.

You don't want to pray to the meat,
You just like it in your mouth, I lift
Up your robe to find the smuttiest
Under wear on, as you close my
Mouth and push it to your awaiting
Lips, your ***** shaved in the sign
Of the cross.

I may wear the cloth and believe in
Up above but that doesn't hide what's
Beneath a woman yearning for man
Meat and lust, yes I have tasted a sister
Or two tasted the fruits of there loom.
But nothing compares to the sinful lust
Of having a man inside me fulfilling my
Womanly lust.
***# lust# naughty# *****#
 Jun 2014
Brendan Thomas
Please don't judge me
By what I write

Somedays we're just
Wound up way too tight

As we sleep
We unwind slowly

We wake in the morning
Not feeling so lowly

There are always bad days

That's why there's tomorrow
 Jun 2014
Joe Cole
SO say goodbye to those who hold you dear
tell them you dont really care about the pain that
you will cause

Think carefully about how you'll end your life
be it drowning gas bullet or knife because some poor
souls gonna have to clean the mess you leave behind

Carbon monoxide in the car now that could be the way
to pass,  ah but then some poor over worked mortuary
guy has got to wash the **** stains off your ****

Perhaps from 40 stories up might be the best for you
but then you might **** some one else and that would
never do

Right so its got to be the bullet through the head but if
you don't get it right, you'll end up in a wheelchair,  a
vegetable for life

You know I dont realy care if you want to end your
life so just get on and do it but just dont be so melodramatic
and on this site about it write
You want to do it fine but just consider those who will have to clean up the **** and mess you'll leave behind
 Jun 2014
Poetic T
They peer through the cracks to what can be
seen, neighbours once were close but secrets kept
behind closed doors that only those who pass know
what it is.

In the days of old doors open, now
locks decorate each door as untrusted are those
called the neigbours or of those on the street.

Whispers whisk near each door of jealousy, untrusted
though gossip is the enemy. There is always the grumpy
nes that no matter how polite, they wish you never
moved in and will never think of you as the neighbour
there is no community.

Secrets some times heard through a window or
open door, which we turn a blind eye to as its
there problem nothing to do with me. neighbours
not my friends but not my enemy.
 Jun 2014
Brendan Thomas
There's not enough pills
Not enough *****
Not enough anything to **** the pain
We're capable of feeling
 Jun 2014
Brendan Thomas
I hear the tortured souls
Crying out to me
In the place where dreams live

I close my eyes
Not sure how much time has elapsed
Wakened by screams
Realizing they are my own

I long for peaceful rest

Someday maybe

Not today
 Jun 2014
Brendan Thomas
Sometimes it's hard to remain held together
Pulled in multiple directions at once
Feeling undone

We try to fool ourselves
Everything's good
We soldier on

Wanting to be a better person
Knowing you never will be
Not as good as we'd like to be


But we keep
Moving
Forward


Or at least we
Try
 Jun 2014
Brendan Thomas
I feel death lingering
And realize
My soul dies a little more
Each day

If my heart was still alive
It would pump more pain
Through my dead veins

Maybe it's better to be numb
Not feel anything
Dead inside
At least there's no more pain

Slowly slipping into a sleep
With no waking

Resting in peace
 Jun 2014
Poetic T
I walk among the tombstones,
stones commemorating those who
once did live, a final place to rest
there weary heads now sleep.

I look around thinking what to
do, as soon it will be my time to
rest my head one final time. I
think of the beauty in a graveyard,
even though it is death that lies
here those in eternal sleep.

Do I wish to be remembered when
I'm gone, or do I wish to be cremated
and be one with the wind. Do I wish
to be laid upon the ground or be one
with ocean drifting to different lands
taken by the sea.  

I walk among those now in eternal
sleep, I must choose where I want
to rest myself, which road I wish to
take the last journey my body will
take as I go to my eternal sleep.
 Jun 2014
Poetic T
I want my wife
to be a lumber jack,
so she could climb my
tree, but I heard her say
timber, and now I only have
a stump where it was a least seven, now its no where to be seen...
 Jun 2014
Poetic T
I want to
have wives may
be three, spoilt for
choice, a different lady
everyday of the week. But I
got greedy and it couldn't take all
three, I ended up with a heart attack,
on my grave stone it said greedy got him
dead,  but at least he died happy as he died smiling
As all three were sitting on a stiff which was sadly me...
 Jun 2014
Poetic T
I want to
be a lesbian,
because I like
the taste of ****,
no chance of pregnancy just lots of tasty juicy stuff..
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