****. ****. ****. ****. ****. ****. ****. ****. ****. ****. ****. ****. ****. ****
I want you to **** me.

Prescription drugs
They my only love
Back in the days
Deep in the 80's faze
We play, blaze
In the front yard of maze
Mother was a stoner
Father used to **** her
Beat her choke her
Gave her the kiss of death
And where she laid
He danced on her grave
My brother cried
Our hearts went numb
Remembering the song
She used to hum
Running her hands
Through our hair
We whispered her stoner prayers
The lily song she sung
'pon our ears it hung


'hypocrites and parasites become men at night
don't lay too close or you'll catch a fright
just take these chains away and set me free
remove me from this ******* and
then we can agree'

Prescription drugs
They my favourite love
Whether you black
Or be it blind white
The streets of Babylon
Be too dangerous at night
He made us run
Before we could walk
The road was rough
Our feet like chalk
The slave in me
Never be free
(Never be free...)
And in the dark
The parasite come
Grind the sweet kush
Between my legs they come
The sound I make is none.
My soul be broke
My mind be stole
******* so tight
No control

But nothing can compare
To the Creole bird
My mother love us sweet
Her hands through our hair
As we whispered for her
The Stoner Prayers

Your words,
are soaked in glue.
And they are sticking to me,
like it's all they know how.
The trace marks of your fingers,
linger on my skin
Clearly outlined in tingles and chills
Your kiss,
follows me like a shadow
A feeling I just can't shake loose.
But why would I ever want to.
Now a ghost fills that space
And all I have left is this pebble,
and the memories that wrap around it like a blanket.
To comfort me in this solemn grave
I dug myself in.
If only I had the strength to reach up,
to reach for your hand,
and climb my way out.

I don't want to scrub your laugh off of my skin
that it's been embedded in
along with the kisses you planted on my lips
that one day might be bruised
and used to cry for your love
to return to my veins
I don't want to write poetry about our breakup
I want to write poetry about how your eyes love me
and how your hands encasing mine
are the missing puzzle piece
still making my heart skip a beat
when your thumb traces mine
I want to write about all the
demons and angels
withing ourselves and others
and how we are both
mountains and sea
and moon and sun
and how we love each other
endlessly
regardless of if my poetry
can show it or not
I don't want to scrub you out of my bones
I don't want the thought of you to feel like sandpaper
I don't want to shiver
and cringe at the thought of
your love touching me
I don't want my teeth to shatter and my skin to raise
at the thought of your lips
I don't want to cry over wanting you
I want to have you underneath my fingernails and freckles
I want to hold your soul
within my arms
and never let it go
I want to kiss your
every emotion
hopefully healing some wounds
and I'll kiss the scars too
I want to write about how
my love has been
with you since the beginning of time,
how our atoms were created near each other,
that we are from the same star
I wan't to write about how
even in another life
we would find each other
I want to write about your everything
and how I'll love you past my best ability
and sometimes it breaks me
like I'm a piece of glass
from the jar
encasing our hearts together
until maybe one day
they stop beating
I don't want the rhythm
of our heartbeats
to change or stop
but it might
and my cuts will not heal
from the broken glass I call
my heart
but we might stay intact
like the Gods or the stars planned
and if not,
just know that
I love you,
simply

Look at me
My skin
Has dealt with a lot


                         I have lived through
                         Tumors and attacks
                         Cuts and bruises from me
                         Bruises from him


My poor skin
In the end
This damage is
All for naught
Because


                            *"Scars are only **** on guys..."

''You can still look **** without potraying *** in pictures''