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 Mar 2014 lizany
Jonny Angel
I've sipped the nectar of the goddesses,
kissed the toes of princesses,
licked the backsides of queens
& became intoxicated.

Now afflicted, I'm addicted
to divine feminine-power
forever
& loving
every single minute of it.
 Mar 2014 lizany
zaly dae
Come and find me!
Come and find me, you weakling
Come and find me in the evening
Come and find me while I'm sleeping
Find me while I'm dreaming
Come and find me!
Come and find me, myself I am revealing

Come and find me in the morning
I'll still be ready for you
When I'm yawning
Find me, I'm waiting
I growing tired of waiting

Come and find me
Come and find me!
To the Truest of Artists,
there is no such thing
as creating Art,
for the act
itself
of creation
is the same
as the notion
of One's Life;

it is not a choice;
to imply Art
is
to imply the lack thereof,
which is not an option
to the truest
of Artists.
Just an idea and/or wordplay.
It is your responsibility
to take it with the necessary grains of salt.
You the manipulator,
How stupid was I
To believe the lies you told me
Telling me you love me,
That I am the one
And you haven't told anyone this before,
Making me feel special,
Telling me it's okay, just one more time,
It's okay I won't tell anyone,
Just the tip, please, one more ****.
Why I didn't walk out of that room,
I ask myself everyday.
I wasn't as strong as I am now,
I was young and naive.
Naive of what you were telling me
And the actions you were making,
Putting my hands where you wanted them
And saying it's okay
When your dad was sitting right there.
But you never returned the favor, did you?
How stupid was I to believe your lies and let you manipulate me
To make me believe I wanted to do the things you were making me do,
To make me think I was acting out of love,
But look at you, selfish you,
I see through you now.
How you've done this to thousands of girls
And they fall for it every time.
They fall for your looks and your charm,
But little do they know,
You're a disgusting excuse for a man,
Manipulating girls for ***
And making them believe you love them.
Look at you,
Selfish and manipulative you,
And I am finally seeing it.
 Feb 2014 lizany
Jonny Angel
I would kiss
the ground she walks on,
but she always takes flight,
is so ethereal
& such a mystery,
I can't seem to
find any of
her footprints.

So instead,
I kiss the air she breathes,
hoping she inhales me.
 Feb 2014 lizany
Jonny Angel
You know it when it hits you,
it's like an avalanche of hot rocks,
it knocks your socks off,
yes she does,
gives me the buzz,
I drone with a smile,
my mind is roaming,
foaming here at the mouth,
I wanna phone home,
give a dog it's bone,
then get ****** on fine wine,
it's like that you know,
it's not a snow job,
I don't need a watch fob,
I got her now &
she's always on time,
she's right on
me spiraling rhyme.
 Feb 2014 lizany
berry
nobody warns you about the first boy who tells you he wants to marry you.

nobody warns you about the tangible shift in the universe when he parts his lips to smile.

nobody warns you about the poetry he'll write you or how your knees will weaken or the melancholy hidden between the layers of his laughter.

nobody warns you that miles will morph into lightyears and you will curse the ocean for being the only thing that keeps his fingers from resting between yours.

nobody warns you about the day his sweater doesn't smell like him anymore.

nobody warns you that human hands are incapable of holding a person together.

nobody warns you that sometimes love is not enough, no matter how much you wish it was.

nobody warns you about the crippling nostalgia that renders you breathless.

nobody warns you about the nights when silence screams for your blood.

nobody warns you about the crater that forms in your chest in the middle of the night when he doesn't answer.

nobody warns you about how it's going to feel when he tells you he's in love with someone else.

nobody warns you that forever is a lie.

- m.f.
 Feb 2014 lizany
Becca
Shuffle
 Feb 2014 lizany
Becca
She wonders
(more often then she'd ever admit)
Whether it might be worth it
(and she quietly believe it might)
To shuffle of this mortal coil
(perhaps earlier than she'd planned)
If only to escape responsibilities
(as she's dreadfully selfish)
And wonders how it is
That's she's kept herself so far
Tied to the ground
(Though honestly she knows)
Vanity, vanity
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