Well today was rather exciting
I was sick and my sinuses keep fighting
my medications of course
I keep coughing myself hoarse
Because yeah my lungs are inviting

So that's why stuff hasnt been great
although to some that may be up for debate
I'm my own harshest critic
but then who isn't
so I loathe my work at a very fast pace

but thinking in limerick is hard
like getting a log shoved up your ****
so I'm through with this post
I hope you get the most
laughter out of it you whimsical bard

I don't get it, why do people live vicariously
through the viciousness and indirect idiocracy
ludicrous plots And sub par sub plots
why is it, then that dramas, not even very good ones got so hot?

I mean I have nothing against a drama if it's done correctly
but respect me and and my intelligence if you're going to write a dramatic show make it worth my investment
Give me a reason to watch again
don't just rely on Facebook posts from my friends

I won't extol anything that doesn't hold my attention I'm glad a show with a black cast is making it past my community onto others around the country but it just doesn't appeal to me

Mom I know it's your birthday soon,
And because of that you'll be over the moon,
but I'd be remissed if before your day
I didn't tell you I love you more and more each day
And though you bother me sometimes to no end
you've helped me heal when I thought I wouldn't mend
When I was sick you got every last drop of medicine
When I skinned my knee or stubbed my toe
you were there for my little crying self, and I want the whole world to know
that even when we argue we always get it right in the end
your not only my mom, but my best friend,
but this is getting repetitive so I'll end it in this space
though many have come and gone, no one could ever take your place.

happy(early) birthday Mom!
I love you!

Sometimes I look in a mirror
and my own eyes crack open
the weakness falls from outside the ducts
because every time I look my heart is broken
why? to be more accurate I'm sick.
both physically with this **** cold I can't seem to shake
and of myself, because it seems to be my fate
I want to reinvent, recreate myself in a whole new way
I want to be a leader, not just more dead weight
A burden, that's what I've become
I can't even write anymore without a mentally loaded gun
to the side of my head, I have to bully myself to write things down now
somehow I need to try again and find out
where I went wrong where my confidence and pride has gone
it's been too long since I looked at the mirror and tears didn't fall

What does it take
did I make some mistake
am I out of your spectrum
visible only under the right
light not known to us
Am I Invisible
to you?
I'm like the white crayon
in a box
no one seems to notice I'm there
only on dark paper
Paper or papyrus
I'd like there to be an us
but I'd have to not be a wallflower
or maybe you'd need to water me

Call Me a sentimental fool
but I miss you
our conversations
those goofy nicknames we had
for each other
how we'd talk on the phone
I just don't get it,
You've gone for no reason
I wanted you for a lifetime
but maybe we were destined for a season
but I still dream about you sometimes
and quietly worry about you, and those lovely blue eyes
those rosy cheeks that were sweet like an innocent cherub,
Call me a sentimental fool,
but **** it aura, I miss you

Stop Waiting on others
to verify what you bring
the table is more than
of letting love ring
verify with yourself your amazing
Stop. Waiting.

I had to learn the hard way
love yourself before others
than though it won't always be easy
it's worth it too keep the pain smothered

I'm not saying you won't get hurt
in fact, it's a part of life that you will
however take this verse
and apply it where you will

love yourself
then love someone else
Because that's how you're going to stay yourself

Now this topic has ground on my brain lately
but I feel I should discuss it at least once, and hopefully not lengthy.
See, I agree with feminism and I do my best to treat everyone equally,
black, white, whatever it's all the same to me.
So Tumblr feminists, I'm calling you out because being extreme behind a keyboard seems to be your specialty.
You spend days with square eyes
Filling Tumblr and discovering lies
Women this women that
Telling all of your little facts
Now Let's get back on track,
First of all demonizing straight guys won't solve **** and most likely will get you nothing but flak but I guess you can think that all guys are complete ***** I'll give you a pass to that,

Second of all who made up that free bleed thing?
I mean I know that time is unpleasant but allowing yourself to bleed in say a public pool I'm almost positive isn't hygienic

Now before you think I'm some chauvinistic pig,
I do think that the pay gap shouldn't exist, and I do think oversexualization of our daughters isn't anything positive

However I will say that I'm for equality, not matriarchal or patriarchal or giving someone with different parts between their legs special treatment

So stop overreacting on this
Just because you are different then boys on the way you ****
Love your soul and not your gender
Stop making every guy a *** offender

Where'd you come from?
where are you going?
tell me lover,
are you lonely
the seas are cruel
as time go by
the waves roll and crash
on an infinite time
maybe a parallel place
where we go to meditate
is where you've come from
the east or west
show no restraint
from blowing us away in a Boeing
to being so gentle and dear
Like mothers milk
the queen of the sea arises and provides
her life giving love and so it flows
the queen of the sea goes where she goes
I'd still like to know
Where'd she come from?

So I take it reading this your day *****
and you want to go from a F to an A+
sit back in that chair
don't you move from right there
and I'll give you my secret to get the spirits up.

Now you'd may come off as hammy,
but imagine you're at the Oscars or Grammys
You've just won for best whatever
now you're on the stage, be clever!
so your hands and face don't get clammy

So while you're on stage with your speech
think about your past friends for a second each
now that you have them in play
here's what to say
I'd like to thank all the little people I had to step on, I wrote their names down, I'll read them off one each

There you have it, that's my secret to bring cool
and though you may think I sound like an insufferable tool
when I walk across the stage
I hope you won't be enraged
when I come by with millions at out reunion for school

The problem with being strong is no aids you when your weak
the problem with being small is people always attack the meek

the flaw in being ambitious is you won't have many friends
the flaw in having no hustle is your monetary troubles won't end

The trade off in being quiet is no one will care what you say
the trade off in being a perfectionist only occurs in one bad day

What you give up when you love too much is the curse of the good hearted,
because when you love so much abd they leave you, your mind sinks into places uncharted

It seems sometimes you can't win for losing,
in this crazy thing we call life,
however I didn't mention being a poet,
you'll always win putting feelings into rhyme ;)

A big planet
filled to the brim
with chozo ghosts
X parasite hosts
and things that want me dead
my power suit lost all the beams
missiles, energy tanks,
space jump, even additional armor is gone
I'm all alone on this world to conquer
but I don't have time for a bad fur day, I must get onto the impact crater....

Samus Log Entry 6/1/2119

"What is a man?!
A miserable Pile of Secrets!" he shoutes
then he sprung his attack
with the holy whip of my ancestors in my hand
I intended to make it his epitaph.
we battled for hours on end,
using holy water and dodging fireballs that would've meant my doom
when I had him beaten, he transformed into a grotesque demon
which also distorted the room
I didn't know which I was battling, my own head or Count Vlad Tepes Dracul
Anyway, after one final strike, The Undead terror had finally been slain
I hoped and prayed that no-one would ever speak his name

Nope, this work doesn't have a witty play on words for a title this is a sketch brought into life through sentences and verbs stanzas and commas aren't going to be used I'm just writing what's been on my brain.

ahem

I'm honestly pathetic I write but I'm stuck in this rut I can't seem to get out of every time I try to escape I knock myself back down through some stupid mistake or placing in the wrong person for certain I know I'm a ***** up but that's not how I grew up I can barely lift a shoe up that's how week I've gotten I don't have a physical disease but a neurological demon and if it sounds like I'm complaining I'm sorry but these feelings I've left too long on the stove steaming

the pangs of being unmoved and unloved are steering me down a dark lonely path I can't keep it too myself I have to ask am I worth it? is my gift my curse because I'm horribly sensitive that's how I learned to place in verse but releasing that pain brings up more that I've bottled I'm not writing this to be coddled or babied I just feel as if I'm going crazy like 187 dogs with rabies

I'm like Stan, Eminem's biggest fan, the morning clouds are on my window but I can't see where I'm going anymore I know life is the greatest mystery and part of the joy is in discovery, but I've done my homework and realized I'm only human after all so why stall? why should I travel on only to get knocked back into a slump or a rut again and have to start all over again?

When can I stop hiding my pain from the world?

Can There be a day where I don't have to fight myself for control of my thoughts can I just have one day of respite where I can't feel like my hearts in a knot
can I be like Nas, Have one Mic and one crib, one girl and one God to show how to do things his son did?

Can my brain stop holding fast to memories long past and let the last unpleasantness die between us.
and move on to bigger and better things worth more than sonic's rings?
Can I just be free from the very thing that's slowly killing me?

Can I just be free from my pain? I love more than I should but I'm falling apart here, like a newspaper in the rain....

I ended up in the hospital again
I was in a pretty nasty car accident
I was in the hospital for a little while
quite a few bones of mine suffered a dent

they forced me in for about a week
I couldn't wait to leave
however a nurse was transferred onto my floor,
she looked so good, I couldn't believe
myself, I wanted to stay in bed
heart monitor and all
and needles leaving my bed

she did get job admirably, bringing Me food
doing her rounds every single shift she was on
I casually threw a couple of little lines at her, playfully, you know, to give her a smile or two as the day wore on

Well on the last day I was in
the lovely nurse walked into the room
"this isn't your shift?" I said, somewhat surprised
that's when I noticed her hand slide up her thighs...

She walked to the door and locked us inside
I saw a sense of burning lust in her eyes
she walked back to my bed and kissed me long and took away the pain
my God, she was so wet my leg felt as if it was caught in the rain

So I asked "Is this my going away present?"
She replied "Yes my patient, for taking your shots you've earned it"

for those that may not be aware
I suffer from a disease that doesn't visibly appear
I suffer from a disease known as epilepsy
it's my burden, and I'm not writing this for sympathy

one question that always is asked and repeated
what does it feel like when a seizure occurs? can you beat it?
I think I'll sum this sensation up the best way I can
so please forgive me if this poem is bland

What's the most exhausting thing you've ever done?
whether that be marathon ***, or running in the blazing sun?
take that sensation and make it twenty times worse
now there's the physical aftereffects in this very verse

Now for the mental feeling of solid lucidity,
a full but empty feeling that can't really be explained
only experienced really, and that doesn't sound sane
it's like being drunk yet sober, high but haven't smoked
but all the while, your brainstem is being choked

You know, I've realized it's impossible to describe a seizure completely offhand,
but count yourself lucky if you aren't prone to them,
even with this burden, I'll make my life grand

I'd leave if I ever met someone worth leaving for,
I'd leave this hole if I didn't have to hide what was on my mind all the time
I'd leave if someone made me believe I'm worth the effort
I'd leave if I could stop expecting pain if I develop feelings
Translation, I'll leave this hole for something with some meaning

I'll leave here if I can meet someone that can quiet
all the nervous doubts twitches and tics that go on in my brain
if someone would accept me and leave my heart intact
I'd walk out of this hole with no question, no looking back

but since this hasn't happened and I doubt it ever will
I'm not leaving my hole so I won't have another void to fill

Well I write poetry and post
It
I capture feelings in flows and yes I know this
But who am I?
Is NeroameeAlucard another persona I created?
Or me... The real me trying to escape it's mental containment?
I'm having a crises involving my self forged identities
it's alien to me to try to just be myself
when hiding behind my masks forged on feelings
But having to face the world without a mask?
that would be like Majora not having wrath

Dear Grandma, I know you're smiling down on all of us
We Miss You Miss Houston, because you cared so much for us
You were our nurse, our denmother and our friend
I was a baby when you went home,
but in our hearts you still live
and though you have been gone for years, I can still call my dad for stories if you don't mind.
I hate that cancer took you from us, but it was for the best,
God Needed one of his angels back, so he took one of the best

Because it would take two dictionaries to tell my story

February 14th
the most overrated day
all cards and candy.
so ******* cliche.
but big companies love it
they think it's the ****
turning a simple day about love into
buy me this! buy me this!

******* hallmark and Hershey and flowers.com
and Vicks Secret think all the money is the bomb
but still we shell out millions and break our collars
only 85% of the time is there sincerity behind the dollars

Love is beautiful, it should be celebrated daily, not once a year
Everyday you should show you care not just so they'll find something **** to wear
so **** Valentine's, **** hallmark, **** cards and candy,
and if I'm single forever for saying this, well that's fine and dandy

There's air here, but I cannot breathe in
for fear of strangling myself with something that helps humanity to live and thrive
further down I dive, this seems almost like an enchanted abyss, I can see beauty ask around me even though I cannot speak to it

the cold is starting to affect my circulation,
it's harder to move my hands
I'm hanging onto my lifeline by a strand,
I tug twice and to the surface I quickly rise
the bubbles in my chest begin to collapse
I breach and breathe in deeply,
allowing the outside world back into my senses

I'm not sure where this verse sprung from but I was letting my mind wander and it got to the rising Sun
a blaze of glory that occurs every single morning
showing almost a Phoenix up in how much fire lights up the wee hours of the day
start off staring at a new beginning, the remnants of last night burned asunder by the New rising Sun

Considering were on the third stone we should do more to clean up our act on this water covered throne or the sunrise could be our own created sentence of death
I expect to only move a few hearts with what I've said

Some may want to know
why I chose to dig this hole
I'll do my best to explain
I hope this won't sound to strange

breathe

I dug this hole for myself
to shelter me from finding someone else
I already have been hurt many times before
because life is a test of both what you can love and endure

so rather than actively seek things out
I walked away from cupid's twisted speaking mouth
I try not to be bitter but it hurts to see
so many people finding who makes their heart complete.

So thanks life for ******* me over
thank you former friend I should've never gone for ya
thank you much for stripping me of
pride, confidence, and most of all ability to love

So I guess for awhile alone I'll stay
I'll probably get calls from mom "Why don't I have a grandbaby!"
Well sorry mom I keep getting stabbed
in the heart like it's a practice dummy

and I think it's funny that I was so stupid
to what people can do you'd think I wouldn't ve living proof that love is a twisted crazy old fiend that plays havoc with itself and bends on our dreams

What's wrong with Nero?
is he writing from the heart?
what's causing his anguish
what's tearing him apart

It seems to me
I'm my own
Worst enemy
all alone

What's wrong with me
why can't they see
I don't want to be a burden
but I can't stand alone
much longer I hate having people worry

To anyone who needs it,
I'm willing to listen
I'll play human diary to you
I'll never speak again what is written

What's wrong with
Nero?
Is he blind but able to see?

We can rebuild Him, we have the technology...

HeLLO GentleMEN I am your creator.

BRANDON?!

Yes Orion it is me BAcK From the GRAVE you sent me to in middle school.
so now I've come to sell my vengeance so without further ado I've come to **** you

A lengthy battle raged for hours on end,
until finally, after more than 5 years, OrionThaReject, a persona I created years ago was finally dead and gone,

Now he's merged himself with me, NeroameeAlucard,
because he learned that just because he was a reject at one point,
doesn't mean you have to be one for life.

Okay Nero let me handle the narration and begin the Explanation,
see in middle school I was transferred out of my home town into an entirely indifferent area obviously I was off guard and it hurt me to the heart that people I had known for most of my then young life I'd never see again I had no friends so I developed the persona of a reject to own up to my outcast status

Wouldn't it be nice if I could curl up in my warm bed without the voices that plague me Night and Day in my head they said I'd be dead two years ago so why don't they just go away

AWAY I SAY LEAVE ME ALONE I SHALL NO LONGER BEAR YOUR BURDEN YOU UNHOLY BEASTS SHALL CEASE TO RESIDE IN MY MIND ANY LONGER

Anyway back to the subject at hand I'm glad I once found my sunshine in a bag but she's gone now and the only color I see now is gray like it's in my Genes Or something the one you once new as A Reject Once long ago has molted and grown into another tortured being


My gift of verse is also my greatest curse as every bullet people shoot at me hurts harder and bleeds deeper than you think I've tried to hide it but the mask I can't take up anymore after your third heartbreak you know the score


NERO STOP WRITING POEMS AND GO BACK TO DRAWING LIKE A SPASTIC CHIMP

SHUT UP ORION AND DIE IN MY BRAIN STEM THEN FINALLY I CAN GET SOME PEACE

AT LEAST THE CREATOR DIDN'T GIVE HIMSELF AN AGING REESE'S CUP WHEN HE SUPPED FROM THE LAKE OF IDEAS AND BUILT ME!

(to be continued)

I'm looking, but I don't know what for
I'm living, but I don't know what's in store
I'm breathing but I can't hold it in
I'm thinking but I can't speak my mind
I'm Writing, but only for myself
I'm eating, but not necessarily for my health
I'm listening, but I can't keep my mind on what you said
I'm alive physically, but mentally dead

Great, I think she wants back in my life
She walked out when we possibly had a future maybe with two kids a happy husband and wife
I'm still bearing wounds from our last encounter
It's ludicrous what I had to go through with this *****
Oh wait I shouldn't say that even though she ripped my heart into halves and almost flatlined me
So even though I swore I wouldn't do any more rhymes about her I'm going out of my solace to lay my feelings to rest like a hydraulic mattress
I'm glad this has happened in a cosmic sort of way because no matter how hard it became alive I stayed to prove not to just to her but myself that you can survive heartbreak of that density those few weeks felt like a nomadic crackhead wandering the centuries yet it interests me that she expects me to say something to her first which is why I'm putting all of my problems and angst into this verse
I'm open to being friends again I'm all for that because what happened shouldn'tve happened at all but don't you dare play with my heart again because of you do I'll burn you like a succubusses ***** after an STD

For some reason honey
I'm reminded of a song
A song I hummed
as with my mouth I slid down your thong

Something about the weather outside
guided my mouth in between your luscious thighs
and though the snow shovels and returns just as quick
That song won't leave my head
as I gently nibble and **** on your ****

We won't be able to go anywhere
nowhere at all
that was evident to me
as I thrusted as deep as my *****

But since we're trapped indoors
I'll kiss on your neck as we make love like ******
our burning flesh could melt the cruel snow and ice

let it snow let it snow... now that'll be in my head all night ;)

Oh honey you seem to have mistaken me for a toy
I refuse to fall for your thinly veiled ploy
I'm no puppet, I'm no one's pride and joy
much like Iggy Pop, I'm the one the world's forgotten boy, I think is what he said
What you did too me miss succubus still needles at my head
You used me to get back on your feet, then ripped my heart out to leave as food for the buzzards,
stone cold and dead.

Are you surprised I'm alive?
I'm surprised somewhat as well
considering you put me through what any one would consider the average everymans burning hell
But now, after going through that pain I finally found some measure
a saving grace some may say, I happened upon a much greater treasure.

because all though I am the world's forgotten boy,

I can still search out those that hurt me, then proceed to mercilessly destroy

I don't need a doctor to tell my track record is like the clash straight to hell
I'll sell my heart to the highest bidder I'm not bitter I know everyone comes into your life for a reason and you can't mix up people for a moment or even expect them to be there always and only be meant for a season

maybe I'm taking this to harshly but I'm growing color and it's costly to myself and whoever The Lord Has planned for me
My head and heart lost pages long ago in fact I'm sure they aren't even reading the same book anymore I don't know what's in store my head tells me spend some time alone work on yourself and my heart says you can't come close to doing that without a woman's help it's an internal conflict my own personal hell...

but I put a mask on so is hard to tell

What's the difference between me and you?
I'm human just the same as you
I'm confused because I don't know what to do
so what's the difference between me and you?

Is it my music that sets me apart from the pack
Is it my shoe choice of converse as opposed to Jordan's that gives your speech an audible catch
is it my proper diction that's got your head spinning checking your facts?

or is it the fact that I'm not what you think of when you hear the word black?

Goodbye Norma Jean
though I never knew you at all
your face was the summer sunshine
slowly transforming into fall
And Though you lived your life
as fleeting as a candle in the wind
your legend hasn't gone out,
and I doubt it ever will
the original hourglass that sent many a woman envious
confidence was the dress you wore
still the reason so many still adore
Ms. Monroe although you're gone
your legend, like an everlasting candle, burns on

I'm not the richest guy on earth
I'm not as good looking as you may deserve
I'm not outgoing, or really confident
I'm not constantly up to date, on what trends are current
But if you stand by me, I'll stand by you
I'll hug you so hard
You'll not know what to do
I'll buy you food and rub your back
And hold you tight when your under attack

I'm trapped in a straitjacket
The Asylum's cleaning up off of this racket
I'm losing it, I keep writing on the wall
And then when I come back from the cafeteria I know for **** sure that they're gone
I've been in here so long the padded cell is deflating
It's degrading to have to suffer from the orderlies berating

They say the mind bends and twists like light caught in a prism I'm struggling to find the light trapped within what's written
I'm writing all day abusing pages constantly but I put on the facade of walking confidently

In a city full of fake thugs and now record beef they just settle it with 8 slugs
There rose a kid from out of Rogers parkway who kicks slow flows containing dopamine in the bars I slay like Dre Day I'm celebrating out the melon insane like dry water the sheep I'll slaughter like a psychopathic ******* with a daughter
Allow me to introduce Nero The Damphir psychotic and I kick knowledge like a field goal my pen is spinning the rumpelillest gold causing static with the lyrical automatic I splatter brains on the floor it's a nasty habit to endure.

I'm Chicago's poet I spit knowledge and split spines with the rhymes so solid no one will notice I roll this ***** up like the best cest and smoke it unless you take it off the wax and into the turf I'll make you taste the salt of the earth and after you're in the dirt I'll bear you like Paul you have no chance at all against me the pen is all I need to destroy then employ my victims my rhymes stay within them like That dude they net in juvenile detention center I'm centric on hip-hop that is I got love for cold crush sugarhill grandmaster flash and whodini Wu-Tang naughty by nature and Cypress Hill

Sometimes I sit back
on my bed with an RHCP track
playing blocking out the world
then the voices kick in
"Why aren't you looking for someone?"
"Do you want to be alone forever or do you think that's a wise endeavor?"
I respond back that my confidence is gone out behind the shack stabbed in the back with a macabre machete the size of a horses ***.
that every time I get comfortable with someone now I flinch, waiting for my heart to get stomped out or chipped away
that's why I said for the time being alone I'll stay.

My head and my heart seem out of sync I think it's clear that I'm trying to focus on myself and trying to accumulate both mental and financial wealth and improving my physical health but my heart sees none of this it just wants to be cuddled and mollified and it's mortifying to me to fight this internal war constantly because I want to be free from my feelings and my past because every time I say they're gone they keep roaring back

I'm sorry, I really hate to pester you
It's just.. well it's just I've lost something important, do you know what I should do?
I've tried to dissipate fears
Readers please don't go stay here
This is serious, important to me and the stress is making me delirious
Like Eddie Murphy's stupid jacket my eyes are going red
I keep hearing all these voices and thoughts splitting open my fragile head
IT'S DEAD! YOU'LL NEVER FIND IT AGAIN! IT'S GONE NOW TRY TO PAWN IT OFF TO A FRIEND!
I've tried to keep my self confidence but every time I just keep breaking back down
Every time I try to smile I just end up with a frown
I feel like a king, Midas even without his crown,
***** that last metaphor, I'm like an electric mouse
 
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And she was my ground

I hope this chicken scratch doesn't come off as pretentious but my train of thoughts run off the tracks

I seriously don't know where my thoughts go sometimes are they in my head or simply a neuronic flash in a greater mind

Am I high? Or am I simply breathing what life intakes or is it even possible to raise and warn those participating of the stakes.

Wow that was some of the most pretentious **** I think I've ever jotted down to throw let's go...

Lol this one's really old

Truth is all of us have problems, some of us are better than others at hiding it
Truth is all of us have hearts, so claiming to be heartless is a truthless statement

Truth is half the time when I say I'm fine and smile and wave I'm crying inside because a lot of my problems I have to bury in a shallow grave
    
Truth is this isn't really a poem, it's more of a confessional note I'm simply writing my sins and pain on a page because I can't really speak them without flying into a saddened rage

St. Valentine Was A *******
he clearly was Aphrodite's *****
he became a slave to that amorous witch
and cupid was his constant itch
Now his day is set aside
for marketing and sales besides
lingerie and chocolate, flowers and jewels
are profit for money grubbing tools

One day out of the year shouldn't be set aside
to show your partner you care besides
love is more than hot passionate ***
it's more than cards with funny effects
love entails more than having kids

While I'm here can I just address
Ladies, we think its for the best,
that you just say what you want, no more hints or indirectness,
don't expect us to know we can't read minds, that's not how nature erected us

sorry I haven't written lately I haven't been my best
quite frankly I've got a lot on my chest
so allow me to air all of this out
I hate bottling up my problems and lashing out.

My laptops broken, and it's an expensive Fix
that doesn't sound like much but a lot of my creative works, poems stories and other things are trapped on it

My mom quit her job so now she's jobless,
she worked for attorneys she liked once but her co-workers gossiped and prodded into her life more than snitch in a mafia outfit

My sister and I haven't been speaking lately all because I made a simple mistake involving a baked pastry, I said I was sorry but she won't accept it
so until she's out of her petty thinking mindset all communications I'm rejecting

along with all this I haven't had much inspiration to run with I've been dry for awhile using throwaway concepts that really don't fit my style so I took a collaboration kick and then a break for awhile

Well it's dark outside,
I'm lying on bed
those thoughts of you
crawl back into my head
laid together in a passionate embrace
a look of lust and desire plastered on your face
the bed creaking, the neighbors hearing more... and more
I never would've guessed how naughty you are, you took me by surprise on the floor
now we're in bed, biting, thrusting for all we're worth
making love until the sun arises to awaken the earth
oh how lovely this would be
oh wait I'm alone.... back to the website for me!

See, I really didn't wanna do this.
idve left this alone and let it die
if you didn't keep perusing and prodding this petty *******
Look, I made an honest mistake
and apologized thinking that would be more than enough
now you've angered me and I won't let your affront go unanswered you blithering cxnt.

see you're my family and it breaks my heart to have to tear you apart with my personal form of artistic expression did I mention that there is such a thing as being too sarcastic you spastic ***** with a head clearly made of boron and all the appeal of a goron

My cosmic girl has writers block?
Oh me oh my that's quite a shock
Your thoughts are muddy like a swamp
Or fast and fleeting like a college romp
Thoughts are jumbled ohhh what a mess.
My mind is blank and heavy is my chest.
What to write i just don't know.
My heart is hurting and so is my soul.
Hmm...
Well what to do we can't have that
Shall we write together to get the spark
Back into your head because your writings are amazing
You muse on any topic wonderfully milady
Thats the problem I think i got,
I cant pick a topic to fill the spot.
All thought seem to fly on by.
Leaving me aggrieved and ready to cry.
I think we both just need to vent,
Because we both seem emotionally spent
My mom quit her job and I'm horribly sad
I never think I'm good enough for anyone to be glad
I'm trying to hold it together but I'm falling apart
Now tell me madam, what's been burdening your heart
Ohhh this and that and everything,
A breaking heart unwilling to sing.
My family is dying one after another.
I hold em together...everyone's mother.
I am the strength and I stand alone.
I am just so cold right down to the bone.
No rest for the wicked they say.
Well neither for those who keep it at bay.
This release therapy has benefited us both
I'll play the role of an anchor to hold you steady and close
Well that's all the time we may have I suppose
Thank you very much for being here for me Natasha M L the rose :)
Anytime I am needed I will be near,
and I am truly glad I got you here.
Thanks for listening I needed to vent.
Now I feel less flustered with time well spent.

Cupid you mischievous little cherub with wings
flying around shooting arrows so that mortals feel loves sting.
You've ******* me over, because before we met I was aces
I had friends, vibrancy, and no one occupied my minds spaces.
But then we met and you shot that **** arrow
then my life fell far from straight and narrow.
You led me to heartbreak, pain, oh wait I'm mistaken
you did me worse with your accursed arrows that keep mortals shaken

Call me a heartless cynic. call me what you may
but cupids been ******* me over since the very first day,
Now I'm horribly lonely, yeah I'll admit I've made mistakes,
trusted the wrong people, looked for companionship in the wrong places
But you've either gone blind, or senile or twisted around the bend
because your inaccuracy and messed up shots never seem to end.

so I wrote this letter, Cupid, just to say.
***** you you diaper wearing *****. now that that's done I can be on my way

My life right now
is like Victor Fries' wife, wait how?
I'm stuck in a limbo between two places
or for lack of a better term, a stasis.

I'm more lost than the final season
I know I'm still supposed to be here but for what reason?
I try to walk more but every time I go out the cold sends me quickly back in

Every time I look I can't find
every time I search I wander blind
It's like trying to solve a Rubik's cube with one hand behind the back and a spitball stuck in both eyes
where's GPS when you need it? I sure could use a guide

I lost it
I think I've finally lost my edge
there are next to no
****** thoughts
running through my head

I can't envision touching on her spots so gently but firmly
holding her tight while she squirmed on excitement
kissing on her neck and biting like that which is my namesake,
I need my edge back, what's it going to take

I can't picture grinding on her hot exposed flesh kissing down her slowly to the area where pleasure rests
licking her bowl slowly savoring every drop like a kid in a candy shop
I'm lost here, I need to really sit and collect my thoughts

I'm losing sight of making passionate love to her allow through the night thrusting deep between her walls like a dark dark knight
bringing each other to life with every moan and squeeze
until that final moment of sweet release

wait... I think I still got it ;)