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 Aug 2013 kenye
Amber S
havoc
 Aug 2013 kenye
Amber S
my muscles are singing for one more gallop,
my thighs, bruised and swollen, need a
bang.
my back is popping and creaking, but it’s yearning
to arch.
i need a ****.
not gentle, not serene. do not take your time with me,
(let’s get straight tothepoint,
your point, please)
i am sore (always)
but it is the pain i thrive on, the pain that makes me
grin with a cheshire smile each morning.
i need a ****.
animalistic, disorderly,
as the peevish thoughts in my brain.
i do not want flowers, diamonds, chocolates,
i want the blue of your fingers, the red of your teeth,
the overwhelming thunders and oceans
that rest between your thighs.
i need a ****.
tonight dear, right now, dear,
let me hear you
growl.
Last Night;
I dreamt of children smoking cigarettes;
I dreamt of kids committing ******, arson, and human trafficking.

Last Night,
I dreamt of a hyperbolic ******* of Innocence
that our culture so unflinchingly asserts
from so ruthlessly young an Age.
 Aug 2013 kenye
jdmaraccini
Our world was built to control us impeding our ability to thrive,
induced into a system designed for wealth, power, and lies.
Most of us end up broken enslaved for what little we have,
the enemy divides our family as we follow another false flag.
A price is paid for not conceding to an affirmation worth repeating,
as our minds are all but defeated our souls are lost in a hidden war.
History repeats itself as we are kept under control,
when we accept defeat, we allow the enemy to grow.
I was a victim just like you as degenerates overtook my home,
life in the wake of calamity, cast on a pile of innocent bones.
I am not the one you want to convene because I question everything,
I am just a voice of honesty who was finally set free.
Who finally broke through the construct of lies,
the lies we were taught to believe in the construct of humanity.
JDMaraccini
2013
"But Sire,
we've too much ****
not to smoke more!"
 Aug 2013 kenye
Amber S
during steaming showers, i decide
whether or not to **** myself, or touch myself
once last time (how many times?) to the thought of
his collarbones and never ending pride.
i like it hot, so my skin is pink like a baby’s ****
and raw so it screams and scathes over wounds
i had long forgotten.
i breathe in vapors thinking them as gas, wondering
how long it took for Plath,
for Sexton until they kissed their own eyelids.


i imagine his lips as he said i was a sweetheart, a doll,
i daydream of his fingers as they entered me with no
worry, two snakes, the venom explosive.

showers are a dangerous time,
i come out alive, with bile and dynamite shoved in my throat,
with my heart seeping through the tiles,
my sanity disappearing into the condensation
 Aug 2013 kenye
Beaux
How I miss the warmth of your flame
Sheltered by a blanket of sincerity
Kind hearts be all that I knew
Silk covered fingertips for the bad
A glance, oh thy glance
One should not possess such power
One wink, to my knees I fall
Thy eyes be a window to a soul, yes
Allow me to look upon an immortal soul
Send my body to the masses
For spirituality is all you allow me feel
Whimsically I float along
Much like a sparrow with a song

Woman, oh thy spirit be bright
Thy heart be gold
Thy thoughts so clear and true
Thy mind strong
Thy body delicate
Oh, thy passion... words be too little for that.
It's a shame she'll never know how I could love her.
Why the ****
is seemingly everyone
so ******* slutty?

What the **** happened
to maintenance
of Integrity?

******
for the right words
or for the right look
or the right price
or the right Music
or the right *****;
the most important motivation to many
seems to be Instant ******* Gratification:

Please.
Such folly is childish:

Males and Females alike
seem to be equally Hedonistic
and selfishly manipulative:

What dissolute, reckless, selfish
Depravity of Sanctity
hath seized our Minds
with such wrathful, gluttonous, vain, lustful, and self-destructive
Epicureanism?

It seems to me
a Mind of Displeasure
recklessly seeks Indulgence,
and thus encounters overindulgence,
which then leads to overstimulation,
which in turn leads to depreciation,
which then manifests itself
as Debauchery.

Reputation
precedes you;
it follows you
as your social Wake;

Reputation
is the Name
for the Ripples
cast by One's actions;

Sometimes it is mere gossip,
rooted in vile, childish Spite;

but most times,
it seems karmic as ****.
This write is supposed to be highly General; a commentary on our Mentality,
so if you think this is about you, maybe you should reevaluate your Ethics;
or perhaps we simply disagree, which is totally fine with me,
so long as I can express it honestly.

That said, it probably sounds more angry and accusatory that it really is,
it's just a train of Thought that keeps parading around in my head
that I wanted to get out in some healthy way, so I wrote it,
and I thought it worth sharing. :)
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