I want you, raw
I want to see the artwork that is you under red lights
The ***** unedited you
Before you’ve had a second chance to come back around
Trying to hide those things you don’t want me to see
Show me the raw meat
Or nothing at all

I don't trust iguanas. My friend had an iguana. It's name was Joe. Joe used to wink at us while he rubbed himself on the log in his aquarium. So we got Joe a *** doll. A green sock stuffed with cotton *****, we even put goggly eyes on it. Joe was not displeased. I kinda felt bad for the sock though. We'd made the mistake of naming it. Joe defiled her. Molested the sock. Then propped it up against the wall of the aquarium and made it watch as he got it on with the log. Poor sock, it was too young. We considered saving sock but Joes DNA was no doubt all over it. We laughed, we cried. That was a long time ago.
My friend recently told me Joe had passed on, a plate of flies. He was a vegan now. Until yesterday, when Joe died. Be cause iguanas aren't vegans. Anyway.
You wanna take your clothes off while I go clean the pommel horse?

How many times do I have to watch you throw away what I’d **** for just to survive?

**** yeah my writings sloppy
punctuation absent
No structure to be found
I'm casting this **** to the wind
I'll make no mark upon this ground

There's no agenda here
no ethics to be had
I don't **** with hidden meanings
My writing's just that bad

Though I insist I'm not to blame
I'm just a ******* conduit
my mind has a will
and I'm trying to be true to it

i can fancy Eddie Poe
And stand in awe of his wit
But I'll never lay a claim
to this here *******

It’s a funny thing.
When you find out.
Just how little your worth.
In the eyes of those you love.
Kinda knocks the life out of you.
Literally.

We were assigning characters from Game of Thrones to different members of the staff based on personality.
They gave me Ramsay Bolton..............I had them all filleted.

I never told you about this
You talked about your porch swing in the rain
Where you went
When you wanted not to run from the tempest
But to embrace it
Because that’s who you are
A nomad of heartbreak
You let me in
Just long enough to fall
When I landed
You were gone
Like the passing of the storm
Only when you left
The sun didn’t come out
It just got darker

I still think about you.
Unfortunately, the only image I have of you still in my head. You're hurt. You're hurt and it's my fault. You were a genuinely good person. It wasn't that you had hope. It was that you brought hope. You were solace made flesh. A person could take but a second to listen to you talk, and they could walk away feeling a little better.
I'm sorry. I really am.
It was obviously for the best. You were the embodiment of happiness and I, well we both know what I am.

A rose adrift in a sea of tears and here I count only seven beers
The devil is laughing himself to death and I can smell his delightful breath
The sun has faded and this world is high as we sit and watch the fire go by
So stay with me and light this thing you can tell me lies and I’ll buy you a ring
We drank the whiskey, we're out of smokes, it’s time to worry these aren’t jokes
I’ll sleep in your eyes till you return to watch my will in your soul burn
Take your time but hurry back, gods on his way and he’s got crack
The devil and i will wait right here and don’t forget to buy more beer

I shant go into much detail about the who the why or the when
Nor do I care to discuss the them the there or the then
What I can tell you is there is no nothing and that everything is something
To someone maybe not you, that something is somewhat wanting
Perhaps you may have heard about the elephant that lives up the street
Not a very popular girl because for an elephant she's got small feet
Well as it was or should have been to be sure I really can't say
That elephant was just about the finest thing that lived back in her day
Sure she's not much to look at now but now tell me have you considered the feet
There was a time and it was hers where she danced with every song she'd meet
She moved like smoke through their fingers and so many would lose their grip
Say the wrong thing or just run out of time and from out of their lives she'd slip
And then time left her scattered and broken and she grew fat off misery
Now she just hums and wanders around wondering how could it be
See we all have a time, a place, and a thought that is not what could have been
We all have a moment, a turn, or a chance to turn what is now to then
To step back from the world around us and ask ourselves a question
Do we want to be to someone an answer or just another suggestion

I may very well be the fool.
But I will not entertain arrogance.
I may very well lie to you.
When I'll tell you I'm fine when I'm not.

I may very well get angry.
In which case I won't be in mind.
I may very well be a plaster saint.
I'm as lost as you but you won't see it.

I may very well leave you here.
But I'll just be right over there.
I may very well love you.
Unconditionally.