Let's take a trip back in time to when I was still young
naive bit smart, hyper and dumb
I was about 4 years old and on christmas that year I got a bike
when simmer rolled around it was time to learn to ride
So my cousins and I went to the park across the street
we started off slow, I learned to balance on my feet
I started rolling with support, two hands then 1
I was cocky like a spring loaded gun

So my cousin suggested that I do one run by myself
I thought "I can do this now I don't need any help!"
So my cousin pushed me and I started to ride
I lost my balance and into the air I did fly
I landed in the grass but I knocked my two front teeth loose
I was crying like an innocent man headed for the hangmans noose

Several weeks later, after I calmed down
after I got my bandaids for my scabs from that mean old ground
my cousin who at the time was pursuing a career in dentistry
decided I would become his first vict- I mean patient, yes young innocent me.

So he pulled my teeth out, by hand I might add
I did stop playing with them, of that most were glad
but here's something I'll probably tease them about until I'm in my grave
those teeth he pulled out? didn't come back in until the first grade.

If my brain and heart could both shut up that'd be nice
Or even better if an inventor could create a device
That could remove these ticks and overactive nerves
That manifest themselves as habits it doesn't take an idiot to observe
I don't know what purpose they serve
But it's eating my time and life up like an hors d'oeuvre
Whether nervous or in habit,
I feel and look like a posessed rabbit,
Rabid with energy that must be expended
A toap on a desk, a scratch to my face or a muscle that must straighten and then be bent
Again and again.
I'm sick of this problem but it shall not win!

Tick And tock
Like a metronome
My head keeps tapping as I stay awake
My mom snores, I can hear her growling through the walls,
As my imagination begins to creak and groan
Please sleep, stay in,  don't go wandering on your own.
My head would like to roam
In dream land once again,
But you've gone out for the night it seems
Like a Fairweather friend.

I wish mr. Sandman would stay for awhile, but it seems as though that isn't happening.
I'd be thankful for a nightmare because I haven't slept all week
Oh wait I don't think I wanna sleep while someone's slashing

A tear fell down
As these words appeared on this page
And though I don't have the wisdom of a sage
The clock moving forward doesn't do much to wounds but allow scars to grow, some develop invisibly whilst others are more likely to show
This I know because you see the scarred heavily out in the streets.
Seeing horrors unimaginable, and never truly recovering,
Expected to return back into our cruel society without any time to digest what they witnessed and go on in silent suffering.

Time's Scars never really do heal, the skin never sutures totally and the blood does fall out of us constantly...
But you can be the antiseptic on this infection...and rediscover empathy

Today I woke up smiling
for the first time in a long time
nothing bad I'd gone through
was running thru my mind
All that was there was positive
all the good times I've lived
All the fun things I did
It's like my past is behind me
dead and buried
I can move on from everything now
it doesn't seem so scary
life isn't always a walk among roses
so take the good with the bad in healthy doses :)

To my lost love
I hope that you know
That when you had to leave
A part of me got up to go

Your honey brown hair
Yout golden smile
That cute laugh you have
Plays in my head once in awhile

To my lost love
I pray that all is well
I hope no one ever makes you cry
I'd hate to see those blue eyes swell

Although it wasn't too be between us
I know you'll be alright
To My lost love
I still think about you late at night

Too many ideas
Not enough pages for me,
You see my head is clogged like
A beat up old rusty pipe
My mind can't focus on one idea long enough
To polish and refine it like a diamond in the rough

It's tough to be a poet, you see
The peaks are as high as mount  Everest
And the valleys lower than the dead sea
So your head and heart will never rest

I sat in the club,
enjoying a menthol drag
I looked at the stage
I heard the band play
And boy was I glad
And there she was, the singer
a young, trophy with an hourglass figure
she stepped to the mic
And started her song
she had the crowd hypnotized
And kept the show up all night long

I eyed the singer,
silky legs slipping out of the dress
I finished off my menthol
And soon she was by me
teasing her ample *******
she sang with a sultry voice
her delivery was immaculate
If it had really been my choice
I definitely would've gone after it

She grabbed my necktie
And threw it back into my face
she walked away swaying her hips
as she commanded the attention in the place
I walked back to the bar
as she completed her song
I tipped the barkeep heavy
after that show I had to tip
with her charisma that'd be wrong

As the club closed down for the evening
And we walked out into the night
I looked behind and I saw the singer,
with her eyes shining oh so bright.
I complimented her on the show
she said thank you with a smile
I took out another menthol and she said
"Stay with me awhile"

To Be Continued...

I walked to her and looked in her eyes 
Not a part of her I would despise
Passed my hands through her arms
Every part of her brought charms
Kissed her lips furiously
Her body responded curiously

That sultry voice rang into my ear
Not yet, wait until we get home my dear
I let her go and said 
Alright lead the way
We got into a cab
It took us to an apartment
We kept kissing and teasing on the way
Two ***** kids trapped in a train compartment


We got home, she was beautiful
I kissed her making moans lyrical
We got up into the house
Our moans would be really loud
I pushed her to the bed and bit her lip
Giving me a next step tip
She took of the shirt and bra
Looking like a pornstar
I lay on top of her 
How magical In this we were

She looked me dead in the eyes
And nipped at my hat
Come on copper, frisk me, I know you can do that! 
I took off my shirt and caressed her gentle curves
But I think my constant teasing was getting on her nerves 
She took control of the situation, rolling me onto the bed

She put her hands on my hard member
A step I will always remember
Opened my pants kissing my lips
My hands on her hips
She fought my tong with hers
Like a he mouth was a *** curse

It was crazy how quick she got what she wanted,
She threw my badge out on the floor still in my wallet
She stroked my member slowly, but with a firm grip
All the while enticing me with those swaying hips

All of sudden she leads me too her table 
She lays me on it to **** me, and I'm willing and able
She's bouncing on top of me, both of us moaning for more
She ***** out my release And we both lay in bed
Dragging on a menthol
Each wanting more, we silently begged

I **** her collarbone leaving little bites
Our bodies, against each other still fights
She leaves her nails' marks on my back
Like a big ****** heart attack
She places her hand on my chest
But I'm not letting her rest
She whispers "Stop making me *** you naughty boy"
And under the bed takes a *** toy
Red handcuff, I lock her on the bed
She looks at me "please, Mr, **** me bad"

I looked her dead in the eye and slide myself inside
I went faster than normal as she squealed in delight
I grabbed on her waist while thrusting in deep

She slows me down and looks at the clock,
Still moaning she says "Please, stop"
I ask her if she's okay
And with a sweet voice she has nothing to say
Its 8 in the morning, I need to go home son
I put my clothes on leaving, she says biting her lip "come tomorrow in the afternoon"

Have you ever been so in love
That every time they smile it brings a high
Like the love in the movies that you hope
Never run out of replays on the reel
So you can channel that feel
Of that person with you
Touching your skin with every gentle caress
Unless that love poisons over and sours
And makes it seem like every day is a battle
For your sanity, you don’t wanna leave
But you know you can’t stay
But I guess that’s what love does to people today
You find the one that you think will complete
And never deplete
The resources in your damaged heart.
But sometimes, I guess, that’s what tears us apart.

From birth my beauty condemned me, a sacrificial lamb for slaughter.
Beauty was a curse in my land, for each and every daughter.

The monster in the castle, Dracula would be his name.
Always hungry for ****** blood, and it was his right to claim.

Stealing a moment before I go, I took a bottle of sweet red wine.
Hoping that a drunken stupor
would help me with my time.

For days he kept his food alive, who wish that they would die.
I sat at the moonlit pond, and for my fate I did cry.
I come from a family, who's wholly dreaded
Because to the church we are indebted

I took up my family's sacred weapon
A holy whip, the vampire killer, after leaving home into Transylvania I treaded

I wandered aimlessly into a forest
Seeing Draculas castle on a hill,
My blood boiled and my family's voices were urging me to go pursue the ****

I stopped in a lonely clearing and Sat down with the whip at my side,
I looked up and saw a beautiful maiden carrying a very fine wine

As I walked the path, to the castle on the hill.
I saw the man upon a rock, my heart did calm and still.

He offered me some food, I shared with him my wine.
I stopped to sup with him, dragging out the time.

If I could love, this man I would choose.
Curse the fates and Dracula, because of them I lose.

I listened to his voice, shy to reveal my name.
I just want to stay here forever, safe and far from pain.

I whisper my name, after hearing his " Nero".
My lungs all but froze, and my heart rate went to zero.

A wonderful name
for a wonderful man.
My love was growing, but not part of the plan.

The time grew late,
I soon would have to go.
But I knew I was his,
I could feel it in my soul.

His story he did tell, the aim to destroy the beast.
The very same one, who on my blood would feast.

"Aurora" so simple yet supple, it rolled of the tongue
I knew that I loved her, I knew she was my only and one,

The problem was I was facing an impossible task,
Destroying the count, I wasn't sure if I would last

I said to her if tonight is my last on this earth
That I should enjoy it, like incense and myrrh

I could not let him go, without showing him my love.
I would give him my heart, before he is taken up above.

I untied my lace,and steeped out of my dress.
Watching his beautiful eyes, as they fell upon my breast.

I gave him my strength, my body,heart and soul.
All for the only man I will ever physically know.

His hands so tender,
it made my heart cry.
Holding him tightly,praying he would not die.

I stared at this beautiful woman, now naked in the moonlight,
I was aroused already by her appearance, but this was exemplified by the darkest night,

I laid her down on the forest floor and kissed her lovely face
Somehow my armor was stripped off of me and scattered all over the place

His kiss melted my heart, his loverall than made me whole.
Broken til I meet him, the partner of my soul.

I took him in deep, tho I was sure it would not fit.
But it easily slipped inside, with his fingers working my ****.

Gasping and moaning, he truly filled me up.
My joy and my pleasure, overflowing my womanly cup.

Scratching at his,back, and arcing up my hips.
My breath mingling with his, as his name escapes my lips.

My God this woman was like heaven on earth
She was so Beautiful, like the goddess of the hearth

She was so sweet and supple like a well cut gem I knew I loved this woman, and I proved it there and then

I fell apart in his arms, my ****** blew my mind.
This was the purest love, that would stand the test of time.

His loved filled me up, the moon he did give to me.
A caged bird no longer, for my beloved had set me free.

Far to soon our time did end, the fates stepping in once more.
But for a moment in time, we were connected and we soared.

It almost brought tears to my eyes, that our time together couldn't last
We made love so passionately, our bodies had stains of grass,

I gave her my mother's Morningstar, in case I didn't return
I loved this woman so much, it was a trinket she deserved

Tears flowing from my eyes, the Morningstar clasped to my breast.
I whispered my goodbyes, with a tightening in my chest.

Fully dressed with whip in hand, oh what a sight to behold.
But the truth of the situation, had my blood now running cold.

I sat upon his rock, and watched as he walked away.
Knowing until he returned, right here I was going to stay.

I walked up the path and opened the gate to that cursed abode
I trusted my love with the Morningstar because it was my heart I trusted her to hold

I fought my way through his castle defeating everything, zombies, demons even death
Like my ancestors before me I would fight on until my last breath

Finally atop the ancient staircase stood the evil count himself,
I didn't even bother sneaking in because i grew tired of stealth,

In a battle that raged many hours as the night went on,
I choked and beheaded him with the vampire killer, and after that he disappeared into the great beyond,

Triumphant I returned to my beloved and I noticed it began to rain
It felt like my ancestors we're celebrating and their tears were of joy instead of pain

Rain washed down my cheeks, chasing the tears that fell.
My beloved topped the crest, and he was hurt, I could tell.

I ran up to greet him, my aid I lovingly did give.
Many thanks I gave to god, for letting my heart to live.

I took him to my home, and took care of his every need.
Cleaning up his angry wounds and cooking rabbit for me to feed.

Sleep overtook him, the stew I stew I left to simmer.
Holding his I hand I to slept, as the day light began to dimmer.

I walked home with my beloved and fell into a deep slumber
While I was unconscious my every need and wound she treated as if a spell she was under.

I began to stir as I smelled food, rabbit stew if I had to guess
Having known my beloved's passion, I knew it was made with love, the best

The moon rose and than it fell, I watched my lover sleep.
I saw when he began to stir and with joy I did weep.

I changed his bandages, and feed him with every kiss.
He ate the whole bowl and my heart was full of bliss.

My love would live,
my curse was now broken.
All because of a kind hello and names that were softly spoken.

My wish came to true and love I did find.
Our two souls now made one, forever intertwined.

I looked at my love and saw the passion in her eyes, I pulled her close to me, I missed her so last night,

I kissed her with all the love I could muster I stared into those deep blue eyes
I made sure that because I had come back she would never have to cry

I kissed my love, my own, he was truly my handsome hero.
I could no longer hold it in," I love you Nero."

My heart swimming in my eyes, I put my hand upon his cheek.
The love that I could see, made my bones melt and my knees weak.

Finally I could live,
my heart now had a home.
This man that is before me, I can claim as my very own.

I smiled in my beloveds face, I kissed her again and said I'll always love you
I don't know how fortunate I had to have been
But ill make sure to keep you happy, more so than you have ever been

Forever happy I shall be, with you by my side.
No longer shall I feel pain, no more will I have hide.

Shunned by the village, as the one who was chosen.
But now from the darkest pit, the sun has finally rosen.

To you my love, I give my heart.
Forever together,
never shall we part

I smiled wryly and began to gently rub her soft curvy body
I didn't think it strange at all she began acting so oddly

As we laid together in the sunrise I whispered "darling, shall we make love again?"

I raise my head to meet his eyes and knew he wanted me to.
" Are you sure my love, it won't end up hurting you."

To hurt him now, I just could never forgive.
I shall never cause him pain, as long as we both shall live.

But oh how I wanted him, my body began to ache.
I pray he was well enough, so me he would be able to take.

I said no matter how much pain I'm in I'll always make time for you
Just be gentle with me beloved, I'm healing now thanks to you

I kissed him tenderly, giving my promise and my vow.
"I shall love you tenderly, no pain will I cause u now."

I kissed my way down his neck and licked down his chest.
I leaned just a little bit so his hairs could tease my breast.

Lower I did go, my mouth hungry for more. As I reached my goal, my heart began to soar.

I placed myself between his legs, and licked my luscious lips.
I put my mouth to his shaft and my hands upon his hips.

I took him inside and his taste danced on my tongue.
If I could but sing my joy I would have sung.

As I bathed him with silken warmth, I started to ride his leg.
The feel of him inside my mouth had my core starting to beg.

I felt almost ecstatic
Making love to Aurora again
After battling my way through hell and high water
I couldn't wait to be with her again
My toes curled up in excitement my muscles still somewhat sore,
I stared into those deep blue eyes, my eyes begging for more

I teased him just a little bit, my tongue licking up and down.
I had to taste his lovely ***** so cute and bouncy round.

I slide up his body and slowly slipped him inside.
I softly rocked my hips as I began my loving ride.

I moaned deep in my throat and he filled deep within.
If this was being wanton than I bask in glorious sin.

I laid back and watch this beautiful woman transform into a goddess of desire
I could see why the night we first met was ablaze with this passionate fire,

My spine shot up and down I quivered with ecstasy
I held on to my love tightly
So I could love every inch of her body

Quivering with such delight, I placed his hands on my breast.
I left my hands ontop of his, as he fondled and caressed.

I gave him my body, I will even give him my life.
My only one true desire now, was to become his loving wife.

I looked deep into his eyes, and drowned within his soul.
My body felt on fire and my flame did dance and glow.

Pleasure overtook me, I began to scream his name.
My sheath tightened around him and my essence began to rain.

I felt her sweet love juices
Spill onto me with such extremity
I'd been traveling around for quite some time so I knew the perfect remedy
"Beloved lay down beside me I want to try something new"
I winked at her because she had no idea what I planned to do

I kissed my beloved down her body caressing from place to place
My eyes were almost drunken from her intoxicating face

I arrived at her woman cup so soft wet and warm
I began to drink deeply, taking in all of her love juices like coffee at dawn

Griping the sheets within my hand, I bite into my lips.
The shock and surprise had u rising up my hips.

I gave a womanly growl, as my hands than griped his hair.
I was so enchanted with the sight, I could do aught but stare.

Him between my legs, his tongue licking at my ****.
I knew that he could taste me, for I was extremely slick.

My essence flowed freely, and I was lost to the pleasure.
He treated me like I was his own special treasure.

I ate her like I was starving, Like her orifice contained the gift of life
I ****** and licked upon her
Desiring nothing but to make my beloved nothing less than my wife.

I drank my beloved's essence like I was mad with desire,
I got back up on my knees, and asked for what my beloved desired

My joy knew no bounds, as I could not believe my ears.
My wish was granted, I shed some happy tears.

I rose up to meet him, now we were eye to eye. I kissed him so hard and let out a contented sigh.

"Yes my love I would not want any other, my heart is in ur hands.
Were you go I go anywhere throughout the lands."

I wraped my arms around him and kissed him with all my heart.
He is my everything, right from the very start.

I kissed her beautiful lips and I slid myself back inside her again
The bed creaked and groaned as both myself and my wife moaned and I released deep inside my beloved again

I kissed my wife's rosy cheeks and kissed her lovely lips
"I love you so much aurora" her name felt soft like a willow in the wisp

I awoke to a sound of tapping, the teacher purple in the face.
This felt like a weird time and an even stranger place.

Ignoring the words, I turned my head to look and see.
And there was my dream man staring straight back at me.

I smiled a knowing smile, for I think he knew me to.
We both lived in the past and our love was not through.

The bell rings
The inner fire sings
Burning hotter than ever
If you're around me I wouldn't recommend a sweater
I was stuck for a long time, I needed a doctor
My brethren in Ink stood by me, like an exam procter

So for all the crying and whining I put you guys through
thank you, for sticking by me when I didn't know what to do.
No more depression, no more pain.
I can't promise all Sunshine, I know there will be rain

But NeroameeAlucard, the true me is returning once again
I'm standing taller than ever, Prouder, stronger, because, well I've been down to the bottom.

I'M BACK!

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

I'm not one for recreating my mistakes repeating yourself is for the birds like  hitchcock or however that old saying goes
To show that maybe this can be done right
This time, and as i plotted this rhyme out
Like Dr. Doom in comic books i grew shook like Havoc on that classic queensbridge beat
As i sat and thought, what could this mean?
Has that cloud of cynicism left and overpowered my lyricism I'm not much of a wordsmith to begin with but sxxt if this is what it takes to make what could've been great
Then around the corner I'll bend if it means we can try again...

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

To control the soul with a broken mind
that is a gift and curse at the same time
To live a life on the run
never knowing when you'll meet the wrong end of a gun
To be raised in a lab away from the bright and shining sun
must be indescribably errant
Clearly it's apparent
that Tetsuo you're only using those pills to get high
oh wait they enhance your psychic abilities?


snap!

now that fool is broken like a twig before my eyes!

Im unusable
Maybe unlovable
But i know one thing
I'm certainly uncrushable
If you see appeal
I apologize for clearly your eyes lied
Or my mirror is going blind
I know beauty is by the beholder defined
But clearly the ball was dropped in the case of mine

So why try? I'll get shot down
Why paste on a smile when its easier to scowl
Why be subtle, why cant we be upfront?
Then maybe I'll no longer be a cynical cxnt

The patient is stable,
the anesthesia is working
we don't have all day
let's get to working
I'll require a scalpel
I'll slice him open
inserting plastic here and there
trying to fix what isn't broken
insecurity got to the head
now his features will resemble a raptor that's dead,
why do we try to "fix" what isn't broken?
Its like our lives are defined by make up and Surgeries, what have we as a society been smoking?
standards can get chuffed, because as we get older we shouldn't be bound to the "beauty"industries handcuffs

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

"Not interested. "
"We're sorry but we're not hiring at this time. "
Getting that email
Again and again
Is why i write this rhyme.

What am i doing wrong?
Did i really offend or upend someone?
Why do i keep getting my hopes up?
How do i find the audacity to hope,
Again then i get dumped on like a truck?

Unemployment *****

Looking into a blank page is one of the most harrowing experiences you can undertake
The whole thing changes with every line you write, every brushstroke you make
Every risk you take on the page may not always be indelible
They can be erased from the paper but not the mind, aside from intervention that happens to be divine
But the mind twins spins twists and does the splits for the creative... maybe it needs to rest once in awhile as it spills like lactating... even though mine is far from the best.

This doesn't have a title bit just hear me out
There's hostility in my head I need to clear out
I'm not the only person here that's felt and succumbed to pressure, of that I don't have doubt

It seems like every time I open up everybody smells blood in the water
It's a pain because I want to open up because it's tough here in Chicago
I hate bottling up my problems but I can't take the stinging welts of others

You treat me as if you hate me, but you claim to be a lover

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

I'm pretty sure that all poets know this
but there is power in the flows it's
really quite intoxicating the power that these rhymes create you can get people through troubling times or even influence people to subliminally create rhymes commit crimes I'm not sure yet what I intend to find but I know I'm enjoying the ride there i learned the hard way what a role your words play i can decide to write extra sad or positive as man alive im just looking to improve my poetic value because its for perfection i strive

We've been texting and calling for six months
and now it's reached its culmination
when you surprised me one day
you're coming here for vacation

I ran out to the store immediately
bought condoms, **** n toys
I also warned the neighbors
because we were gonna Make lots of noise,

I met you at the airport
you're even more beautiful in person
we talked on the way to my apartment
you wouldn't forget this I'd be certain

when we finally arrived you saw I lit some candles and laid some flowers on my bed
we kissed caught up with the moment
and lust flowing through our heads

I laid down below you because you wanted to be in charge
we kissed again while between your legs
I got ever so hard

You slid my shaft out of its pocket
and bounced on me without hesitation
As we got caught up in all the passion
you screamed MY GOD WHAT A VACATION!

Valentine's us nearly upon us
So when that romantic day dawns
I'm going to be at the movies
Munching on popcorn
Why?  Deadpool is out that same day
And since I'm by myself again this year
I can trot myself to the movies without fear.

Now I wrote once about how St. Valentine was a *******
I've changed my opinion due to this recent marketing blitz
He didn't like pain, he created a cheapening industry
So he wasn't a ***** fellow, he was simply plain greedy.

But in conclusion, you shouldn't wait till the 14th to show that you care
Show every chance you get or they'll no longer be there

Vanilla Bean
Vanilla Bean
and yes they do know what I mean
it seems we've got to things in common
we're both funny which isn't uncommon
but to me you're hot like boiled ramen
To me your wise just like king Solomon
**** you distance why'd you **** me over
again
and then to add insult to injury
she's one of the few people to accept everything about me
ugh **** it this'll tear me apart
because now she's tucked neatly beside my heart

Your words were like this velvet glove
Silky and sultry, heavy on lust with subtle hints of something like love
The kind of hypnotism that could only have come from the stars above
Your voice was an aphrodisiac that couldn't be stopped, because the more I heard you speak with those trouble colored lips I felt like I smoked a spliff with some really good crop

My mind told me no, but my body couldn't bear for you to stop
So sensual, so seductive yet reserved at the same time
Like this velvet glove, you were aesthetically pleasing yet internally teasing at the same time

So i read a book
Can you guess the name?
V for Vendetta
This title's to blame
For this anarchic writing
In my head, not the wall
I'd just like to know,
How far, as humans we can fall
Not much from reality
I was stolen by fate
Writing of mortality
Making my head ache
Taking drugs as aspirins
Figuring out what living means
Stolen by Fate and triggered by time
It's ****** up like a pink truck and slithering into my sick mind
A painted red soul ran afoul of God forbid individuality
Only to have your mind crushed by reality
No im not going in
I refuse to think of timing and pain
Left home as a better writer to leave the game
Putting guns to my head
Thinking im mislead
Being a fool and too selfish
To realise im sane
Remember remember
The fifth of November
The day the voices began to plot
I see know reason why high
Mental treason should ever be forgot
So now walk with me
Ill make you all see
That circles are redder than triangles
As the sea of memories tangles

I got home
And checked my phone
It'd been off all day
And a bunch of notifications naturally
Headed my way
But I started simple
and checked my voice mail
After hearing the robotic telemarketer drone
On and on
My exhausted brain was more fried than a salt covered snail

So I  took a second to regroup
And listen to the next message
I sat down and absorbed the shock
Hearing this felt like suffering a hemorrhage
I was so taken aback I could hardly stand

Now what the voice-mail said?
I'll leave that up to your imagination to plan

Because music geekdom was one of my life choices
I've found i can get attached to voices
Not the ones in my head, for inside i still remain dead
But the accent, the catch before you get emotional,
Sticks to my waxed ears like used lotion so
I miss voices at times, if those i care of mostly,
So i try to imagine that voice coursing through my head so softly
Wobbly is my memory, so i hold on to everything that i can
But hearing those special voices again, thats a happiness no one can plan

Vulture

A perfect word to describe people sometimes
When you've hunted your prey and there on your **** they lie.
Opportunistic
In most cases materialistic

A vulture, a common scavenger
Greed motivating every single move

So yeah Mr trump I described you perfectly
Or even better I can relate this to you biblically
As I recall king david was told of a rich man taking a lamb from someone who was poor,
So why would we vote for you? We've taken all the greed we can endure

I lost a wall to love from my girlfriend
but I have a personal guard no one probably Will ever break down I may try to laugh but under my guise you'll maybe see nothing but tears and a frown I've been knocked down so often I've grown fond of the ground.

now people say that I'm a wonderful person with qualities that people could write essays about but I've never believed that because it sounded like something a bull shat and spat on, while I detached and shut up around people because part of me is too accustomed to receiving nothing but humanities evils fakeness and brain stress became part of my psyche in and out of context so I said ***** humanity I'm going back within

by the way these are the words of a humanity victim.

Wandering soul innocent and free
You keep destroying the warrior inside of me
I try to harden and fight against the reaper
I sink into the dark abyss deeper
Still looking for a way out
I keep going down the wrong route
They think I'm not that strong
Those idiots are completely wrong
They killed me but death itself fears what it didn't know
The raging demon locked in my soul
I'll use this strength to punish the tormentors
Waiting for us to overstep our mentors
Living each day with horrar and pain
The darkness inside driving us insane
Trying to find what they call mosia...

Wandering mind (attempt at slam) by NeroameeAlucard
sometimes I wonder where these ideas spring from
I swear to most they seem dumb
but that may because I'm still young
and they say that the young are numb to societal indifference within this messed up world of today
Today? Today wandering eyes can get your rep ruined, hooray! but wandering minds keep you challenged and sickened from the rashest and missing ideas that crawl within your mind
it's storming outside
all rainy and cold
thunder and lightning
making me feel alone
My white Sox bear comforts me slightly
Pikachu only touches my blankets lightly
I'm not this bad about storms, but I'm feeling so spritely
I guess this isn't too be taken lightly
the water flows in from the old sewer pipe
just what else can happen tonight?
water damage, insecurity just bad vibes
oh wait... He's got it I'll be alright

Now for those that don't know
I'm a huge fan of ninjas
From cyberpunks like Hiryu and Jago
I guess my subconscious is linked to them
These warriors in the wind
From Sheik to Smoke
Ermac's telekinetic choke
Ryu Hyabusa to scorpion
subzero to Joe Musashi
These warriors in the wind
are part of what defines me
Raven and Yoshimitsu

I'm nowhere near the ability or agility of a ninja
Ninjutsu probably would end up being the tool of my demise.
I may never reach the skill of a ninja
but that doesn't mean I won't try

We are wolves
We hunt as one.
We howl as one, at the moon so bright.
We die as one, cold and ****** on the frozen forest floor.

There is no confusion amongst our ranks,
We all must hunt to survive, **** or be killed or be shot by the humans, as the vultures eat us as our bodies stank.

There is no fear, only purpose
There is hunger but there is also satisfaction
There is no pain that can't be overcome
There is no battle that cannot be won.

There is no affection, only cold calculation.
There is no heart, only pure grit and determination.
There is no cowardice, only destruction

Now I could say that I simply thought purely of you

But we both know that would be a lie

I swear it's a nearly insurmountable task to just look at you
Without slowly ******* you with my eyes

There's just something so Hypnotizing
About those glasses covered hazel eyes

And just to sweeten the deal you really fill that outfit out with those thighs

....


Like I said I wish I could just think pure thoughts of you

But we both know that's a ****** lie

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...

Welcome to the machine dear friends
you won't be glad you came
Because though we walk inside different
we all leave carbon copies, one and the same

The echoes resonate off of the walls
of the line where they took us apart,
they gave us manufactured brains
and surgically grafted our hearts

we were taught history but from only one side
we were wrong to think differently, because all that we knew before was simply a pile of lies.

So though you may think your school pristine,
I say to you my friend, welcome to the machine.

I sat at the bar
You sat at the other end
You just had a fight with your boyfriend
that the whole bar saw begin

He left in a rage
you returned to your drink in a huff
I nursed my drink to build up courage
because I desperately wanted to ****!

Finally I walked over to you
and said "I hope your alright"
she looked dead at me and said
"I need something new tonight"
"What do you mean? I can buy you a drink"
"No I need you tonight not a drink".

I finished off my malt brown whiskey
as she downed her dry martini
I called in a cab
he showed up, and in the back we talked... shall we say freaky

I barely knew your name
in fact I know next to nothing about you at all
but when I laid my eyes on you
my cxck was at your beck and call
We walked into my apartment and I kissed your soft neck
beer goggles weren't on, but she still looked a positive ten

We made our way into my bedroom
our restraint left at the door
you laid me down on my bed
and made me your personal wxore

I caressed her soft warm *******
as she bounced upon my cxck
I laid my tongue upon her lips
as her puxxy my cxck was at rest

As she moaned out her pleasure I said "come to the kitchen"
I barely knew her but so wasn't love,
it was lust with which I was smitten

I bent her over ny kitchen counter
all my things she slid,
I pulled her hair back and spanked her hard
she said "**** me like I'm your little bitxh"

We fxcked ******* the floor, in the room, in the kitchen, on the elevator in the stairwell,
We had more *** than a concubine on hormones, a week had passed before we finally got our clothes on,
"hey I still don't know who you are, what's your name?"
"You'll know, call me next time you have a *******."

What a horrible night to have a curse
A torment that can only be described in verse
A pain never ceasing, calculating in its agony
A virus that knows no antidote, a craving that cannot be pleased

My curse isn't hereditary
in fact to some oh it may be ordinary
my curse is simple, I don't know how to love anymore
I feel so used up and dried out, like a lemon too long in a store

i keep getting scared of showing affection
like I'm just being used to fill some connection
I keep trying to avoid this but I can't show discretion
I keep wandering in an unknown direction...

Am I going somewhere, or is this the end of my road,
I wish I could tell you because I really don't know.
I'll be 19 this Sunday, that's well over 6 thousand days here on planet earth.
But what good is it doing anybody if the last 3 years was up and down from high on life to heartless hurt.

So I ask, what Am I doing? honestly I want to know...
I don't want to be here and have nothing to show.
I mean, I write and appreciate every single person that takes time to read
I play guitar and draw, but what does it all mean?

I guess if I'm asking these questions then I'm close to the answer, more so than I may think...

What can you do
When you can't give someone a third of what they deserve?
Where can you find some more happiness to fill their eyes?
Why does this seem to happen to me all the time? I meet someone amazing and yet I still feel like I'm not worth anyone's time?

But enough with the self deprecation
For once my heart and head are United, unlike the nations
But this sensation, this feeling won't go away like pain without aspirin or julie Andrew's in a shop for sashes

What can you do? Leave it all on the table and hope they grab it

What do I do
With these fantasies occupying my mind
I find its easier to express them in rhythmic rhyme
Because not doing so will make me feel like I'm overly drunk on wine
I'll admit that I'm kinda crazy but these thoughts make me rather hazy
And certainly you're not making my libido lazy
So what do I do
With these fantasies of you?

What drives someone to love, or to hate or even to ****?
What causes we as humans to go to such lengths
To fill the voids in our hearts and heads
I already know that our minds bend and twist
To deal with the stresses and pains in life
But what causes the mind to snap so cleanly
That it would give ghosts and ghouls a fright?

What makes us want to hold someone tight
All through the night, is it just a chemical reaction to
Pass on our genes
Or is love a spiritual connection that will always go unseen?

Maybe the questions I'm asking have answers we weren't ever meant to hear
But if you question nothing you won't answer anything... So am I wrong for asking this or am I right?

Poetry is opening old wounds
For the sake of healing another's
Poetry is recrying old tears
For the ability to wipe another's

Poetry is revisiting old exes
To help inspire a broken heart
Poetry is writing out of love even though you're alone
So that another love won't fall apart

Poetry is many things
From a hobby, to medicine, to therapy
But to me poetry is passion expressed
And the best kind of healing, one in which you create, and into it others can invest

It's one of life's oldest questions and it echoes throughout time
what's going on? what's the world's frame of mind?
three words that inspired a classic by Mr. Marvin Gaye,
What's going on, really what's happening today?

You'd think with all of the technological advances and societal changes we've made our lives as people would change but it seems we can still be as brutal as our ancestors who once dwelled in caves
We can still be as cold as the arctic
and venting our frustrations through social media is only so cathartic,

What's going on?
What's really going on today?
hopefully a revolution... because we need another major change

Lust is craving
The flesh of another
Lust is desiring
a late night lover

Lust is grinding and biting
And soaking covers
Lust Is moaning and begging
For the moon never to go under

Lust is powerful,
It's the mortals kryptonite
Lust has driven the best of us to madness
All over the experience of one night

Lust is desire,
expressed through the body
Lust is wanton sin that the devil
Wouldn't relish in
Lust is... this night