Jimmy Kerr: Favorites

Dec 2012 Jimmy Kerr

Facade

Dec 2012 Jimmy Kerr

Amalya Goldman

Facade

Everyday i put on this facade,
When people ask whats wrong all i can do is nod.
I'm a danger to myself but please stay,
The last thing i'd want to do is cause dismay.
The hospitals aren't fun; please dont send me back,
If you do ill have another panic attack.
I know I'll never be the kid you wanted me to be,
On anything, we'll never agree.
As i feel the blood trickle down i smile,
I know i'll later regret it but for now its worthwhile.
Its been that way for years,
Everytime i try to quit i do it again; it brings me to tears.
So hear me out,
Cutting, its something i cant live without.

Dec 2012 Jimmy Kerr

Encore

Dec 2012 Jimmy Kerr

Deity

Encore

Give me babies…I know you're the one baby, give me babies. Looking into your eyes, time and time again time slows, I love every folicle on you, every birthmark, every mole. My blood rushes and I can feel it pump, weak in my knees, my eyes water and my shoulders slump. When you whisper in my ear then tap me on the arm, you grab me by the hips and it's the most calming alarm. When I lead you to my room it's a heaven full of sin, but the perfect combination……I'm the Barbie to you Ken. What ever you want, it's what ever you want, with me you are a king and it's what ever you want. But time with you is always so precious when you lead a double life, soon very soon you'll have to get home to your kids and your wife...the song goes off and the red lights and sirens blare, I climb off of your lap and you give me a cold painful glare. The last thirty seconds are always the most seductive, baby do you want more?……just reach into your wallet and I'll run the encore.

Dec 2012 Jimmy Kerr

Poison

Dec 2012 Jimmy Kerr

Deity

Poison

Poised and posed caressing her fro of curls, dwelled in the overhead whispers of, "Is she a model?" She's a figure 8 without ice skates, shaped like a Coke bottle. She's about 23 with 'death' stamped on her medical history, the tall dark man watches her from across the bar and assumes to un-clue her mysteries. Talks for an hour and she's not taken by his charm, she stalks and lurks in her demented thoughts...it's his type she sets out to harm. She uses her pink matter as a weapon, though men don't realize it's disguise. She follows him home and nails his coffin, her sick intentions burn deep into his eyes. He thinks it's seduction, passion, and is deep love to go raw on the first day, but his life from now on is a ticking time bomb....because she never mentioned that she has full blown A.I.D.S.

Dec 2012 Jimmy Kerr

Memoirs Of a Vagina

Dec 2012 Jimmy Kerr

Moshew Snurff

Memoirs Of a ******

My oh my , dear oh my
Why sole me , deliberate shy
Arrouse me in meself inner sanctum
To cause penises go wild erectum

Why me frail and naive
Touched and grabbed feels so tactile
Breached and pinched gets me unleashed
Fortold and shadowed narrows me leached

Oh how i humble and crumble for pain
Pleasuring may not be enough, but not in vain
Showering me until it rains
Pumping my blood through my veins

Widely and unique i scorge and emerge
Make me *** till i purge
Bright and shiny i humbely traverse
For a non-stoping reverse

Dec 2012 Jimmy Kerr

A Quiet Exit

Dec 2012 Jimmy Kerr

Dark n Beautiful

A Quiet Exit

Poetry is disciplined

sometimes at the executive table
when a situation is not going according to plan
It's better to excuse yourself
before leaving, ease out a quiet frat
then make the exit,
glance over your shoulder
and watch and observed who sense your present.

Dec 2012 Jimmy Kerr

The Vagina

Dec 2012 Jimmy Kerr

Dark n Beautiful

The ******

The ******.
They say that beauty is in the eyes of the
beholder, however the ******
is a gold mine.

Women do not even know
what their possess
many a nation have gone to war,
because of this ugly beauty,
the seven hundred wives of
King Solomon and his three
hundred concubines
a great example of what
the ugly beauty can do.

Infidelity is on the rise,
so many lies,
since the ****** is an embarassing subject
why men lie and killed for it,
For this remarkable commodity

A ****** is like a Van Gogh painting,
it gets lot of attention.
A weapon so powerful
It can break a man down to his lowest
it has a language of its own.
silly words like sup, sup, sup. during loving making
However, that was supposed to be the primary appeal
of a beer to men.

The ****** and a beer have so much in common
they both get their men all the time,
a smooth transportation,
in addition, the lamentation,
****** you are surely number one!
Men incredible dreams,
No matter how destructive or fulfilling,.

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Dark@beautiful/or Darknlovely