Allow me to return to the written page
A very close friend, Bluestar is her name,
Today we aim to address a simple question,
Why am I single? And always stressin?

Allow me please to sip on this hot tea
As we shed some light as to why you're alone in your bed tonight
So if it doesn't apply then go ahead and let it fly

First off do you think it's cute bragging about being crazy
I'll cut your meat of if you cheat and we're supposed to look at you with eyes that are glazing?

Do you really think men like it when you threaten to end their manhood?
You don't see us going around, saying we'll ruin your life
And why do you always gotta ask me who I'm texting?
I mean usually its my mom, not a crazy ex you think I sext with

Seriously jealousy and insecurity are what messes you up
And can you please stop fishing for compliments when you aren't feeling to *****
I get it, we all need a good boost now and then
But asking me a question you don't want the real answer to isn't going to help girlfriend
Oh and before I forget communication is key
If I ask you what's wrong and you say nothing, and I move on from the issue don't blame me
I'm not professor Xavier, I cannot read minds

I cannot deal with this b.s for much longer
I need you to realize your insecurities aren't real,
Your **** looks fine in those jeans, and your hair isn't messed up,
But the more and more you ask me that the more and more I doubt that fact

You really ought to listen to me now,
Guys like me don't like to see you angry,
And the more you question me the angrier you'll get
And that's entirely your fault

Not even my own pen my best friend could write me out of the pit I'm in
I'm like a sail without a healthy supply of wind
Within my head all that's there is dread
it's like now all of my heart is dead
I hate what I've become
I hate myself, once again from society I want to shun
I keep regretting not clipping myself with that loaded gun
It's like they said there's nothing really new under the sun

Not even my own heart can stop me from being like a cheap cell phone and falling apart
it's like every time I try I lose the motivation to start
I hate killing vibes but I had to get all of this of my twisted mind
they say the worst tears to fall are the tears of a clown
in that case all the laughs you see on my face tend to be followed by the most empty frown
All I've ever tried... something or someone knocks me down
Why should u even care about me I'm only another burden dead weight for the slaughter like a sheep without wool I've no value like ****** I'm just going to slow you down
don't forget me.... I'm not sure where I can go now

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?

No you wouldnt
I'dve been there like the police when a black kid loiters
Never would I have exploited ya
I can heal fast but this'll take time
**** it. **** it. If only you could've been mine
Idve held you like a queen, Cleopatra over Egypt
But you couldn't see what beats in my chest it's like when I try I get shot down
Every time I opened up I get shot to the ground
I guess I'm stuck alone on my own a king with no queen to share a throne

My fate is sealed I'm giving up for good
I'm gonna be the loneliest ******* in my hood
Now I'm gonna do what all plan B guys
Get back to crying in my pit, my sanctuary and my curse
That I've now described so accurately in that verse

This may be the worst I've ever jotted down
But I guess you never see the sadness behind the mask I wear, as the clown.

oh hey.. I'm sorry.
did I forget myself again?
**** my brain, letting me down again
All the synapses and nerve endings
bending at the slightest form of stress
I guess what my own mind can do to me
is unfortunately crazy to even myself
it's uncompromising, uncontrollable,
it's a constant demon on my back
I don't hear the voices up there
but I swear my brain can be
my own worst enemy

my heart isn't too helpful either
getting attracted and attached to people who wouldn't think twice about spraying me in the eye with either
it's seems like my mind don't have logic
or better yet it's a disorder that's neurologic

I was in bad shape
One heck of a bill I just had to create
It's days like this I regret that I learned to tear up the park
In those 150 dollar roller blades
Anyway, I still had to get my bandages changed
After I got my teeth rearranged by that pipe
I really needed to get on with my life

So the nurse walked into my room, scissors in hand
I'm lying here prone and she has a sharp object, ain't life grand?
She cut my old bandages off, the wax peeling what little hair was left
I contained a scream that could've broken a treble clef

Remind me not to mess with this nurse
But thankfully, so thankfully I can vent through my verse

I'll start this off  I'm lost, I'm misplaced in space  My head is wandering through the clouds  And my suspicious subconscious is trapped on a rainbow... heroes reborn left me in the dust, still feeling like theres no one to trust, the loner and the outsider, i claim myself as the storm rider...Every planet I've reached is done, dead... Finished and completed  I'm picking up my great sword and resuming wandering journey to nowhere... Not traveling over seas of the undead I'm here I'm exposed, the book that will never be read. I'm no stone I just wear a crown  No flesh no blood no bone  Just selfishness in silence, No sound... I fought my demons and they still Chase me  I've destroyed those monsters that drove me crazy... as the insanity of bloodshed runs through my veins, i lose all composure that seems to remain, red eyes, faint cries, i settle into my lucid demise... I'm sick of being the one with blue eyes I'm not the meaning of dust  I'm not the symbol of the skies I'm the only one that's disgusted By the living injustice...

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"

Oh she totally deserves it!
Totally!
She totally deserved getting slammed to the ground 
For no reason! It was simply slam a random student season!
Oh she was black too! That makes it even better!
It just makes her bashing by all of the media and people saying she acted out and needed to get slammed justifiable


It's not like technology or human decency is... Ya know... Unreliable

Oh spring
Can you return please?
I miss the sun gently kissing my skin
Walking barefoot on grass, no cares given.
The breeze gently tickling my hair
The water near my home, I miss swimming there.
I desperately crave those long nights and friends with which time spent
Adds up to memories to take with us at the end of our days
Oh spring, can you come back again?

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)

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

So there's a new sign in my room
That is hope will spell out doom
For my impulsively repulsive habits.

One goal

Written on a cheap slip of paper just lying in my junk drawer.  Myself and my wallet can endure no more
I'm a money grubbing ***** yes but this ***** has changed his mind

One goal

One goal for me because I need to relearn maturity with money. I already know the days ahead will taste like bittersweet honey

One goal

The biggest mistake our society made
Was thinking all of our experiences are universal, one in the same
So know when we say society is to blame
We can look back now at this mistake we made.

Although our paths may cross our roads are very different
We can intersect and end up in different places spaces occupied by life's unchanging eyes
But despite this interplay and crossroading we still can't seem to find harmony despite all our advances and abilities to share our lives and perspectives with others
For all the hate i see out there, you'd think there'd be just as many lovers

The biggest mistake our society made
Was thinking all of our experiences are universal, one in the same
So know when we say society is to blame
We can look back now at this mistake we made.

There are so many voices in this global choir
So many choices at the places we go to, it takes less energy to love and unite and we perspire to hate and divide, not aspire to be as one gigantic family under the sun
And if not now, then when will that wonderful day come?

The biggest mistake our society made
Was thinking all of our experiences are universal, one in the same
So know when we say society is to blame
We can look back now at this mistake we made.

I woke up to a stranger
standing over me in a bed
I knew she was **** but I felt in danger
as she tilted her soft sweet head.

The night before flashed into my mind
in one giant head throbbing pulse
we were drunk that much I gathered
but I looked and noticed, your clothes all on the floor they scattered.

Apparently we made love last night
we exploded with furious passion
I woke up and didn't even know your name
I'm still wondering how this happened

I noticed I was handcuffed to the posts
of your sturdy, paisley bed.
whip in hand I was yours too command
I was your personal ****** soldier.

;)

Who am I anyway?
All I remember is jenova
And those pitiful humans
Pushing me over
The edge, but my blade shall be their salvation
I'm an angel, not one that is holy
But one that brings devastation

But the life stream will save us all
But by my blade these puny humans shall fall

Who am i?

Obscured by this ornately designed day ****** covering
Is a damaged mind that's still recovering
A broken heart that's still recovering
Love, life, and friendship again
Behind this mask is a dead man that's been resurrected again

He is becoming a new
Without the mask he is no longer blue.
The old world behind him
His new world will find him
Without out this mask his light can shine through.....if you wanted to go that direction of like New life

Behind this mask memories pass straight through it's eyes
When you stare at it slowly your faith dies
The mask was the man's demise The mask is where the darkness will rise

Early on in my creative endeavors
I wore my status of a reject proudly like a sweater
I grew acceptive to my crazy side
while I was on that cosmic ride
I fell in along with others who saw the world through the same eyes

Now I'm NeroameeAlucard
now that part of my life is over but it holds a place in my heart
My lifes gotten
much better since those days
my own personal haze
benefited me
substantially
I couldn't do anything right
but now, after going through hell
I've learned how to fight

We're so so very sorry
but the poets brain you've requested is currently under maintenance.
We do apologize for this but
he really is down for the count
not the puppet but he is broken and fatigued
tired of putting words into verse, at least until his head and art get back into sync I think I need rehabilitation from my own head creating is a burden I'm certain that I'm not even that good anymore when I was just starting I was full of life and vigor...
now I just feel like a chore,
someone else's mess to clean up...

Two young kids in love
neither are perfect, most would say they've started too early to be raising a kid
both passionate, both want nothing but the best for their kids
but both have growing up to do
but you can't say all that from the outside looking in

One little boy here another on the way
both are wondering if the other will stay
the dad's no saint but he's there for his kids
I respect that much, not what he did
but I can't get involved from the outside looking in.

The girls doing her best
her family in ink and in blood isn't trying to cause any more stress
we want our nephew here, warm healthy and alive
we miss you and we pray about you, don't take the pain in stride

but what do I know, I'm simply an observer to the chaos of love,
from the outside looking in

Over the river and through the woods
off of the highway and into the hoods
through the south side heading downtown
we're driving until we run out of ground

my lady by my side and the pedal underneath
kissing her hand as my feet numb and begin to sleep
telling her I love her and kissing her adorable rosy cheeks
it's hard to keep my eyes on the road
because her natural beauty is far from the mold

We arrive in the city downtown to be precise
we step out of the car to stares, I know we look nice
Holding her hand and being able to say
If we finally went over the edge together,
in madness, with you I'll stay :)

Yes.
I'm the proud Owner of a lonely heart
It's not for sale I'm afraid
Because I mistakenly tore it apart.
Over thinking and over planning
Cracked it like an egg.

Yes.
I'm the owner of a sad mind
Worn and tried from life's ceaseless grind
I don't know where to go
And if I leave what I'll find.

Yes.
I'm uninspired my mind has dried up
My tears have cried up
I want to snap this streak
Of anything I write not meeting ny harsh critique

But I guess it's better than being the owner of a broken heart...

Now, I'm not much of a visual artist
I'm more of a wordsmith
But
You're a marvel to visualize
Like eggs made right you're easy on the eyes
From the top of your head to the tips of your toes
I can't help myself, something about you caught my eye
Like Salvador Dali you've become a persistent memory
Or like Van Gogh, on a starry night
You make my eyes swirl up and down and all around
Beholding you in every kind of light
Iconic like the Mona Lisa, you could guide your own renaissance...

I've seen a red door ,
I have to paint it black
I've busted at the seams
My minds begun to crack

I'm moving along,
Like a rolling Stone
Gathering no Moss on any side
Just moving on, wandering alone

It's funny how a rock can gather so much steam
Rolling down a steep hill into the stream
I guess it's true, when you're by yourself you can only focus on what's ahead

I'm stuck in a loop
an inception like paradox
I'm like a cat trapped in its box
It's weird, I'm aging but
I'm not going anywhere
locked in my straitjacket
I'm on a freeway behind the tortoise
but I can't pass it
I'm alone but with a family
I'm a walking contradiction, I'm loved
but I can't stand me
my writings touch people, I think but i don't know how they affect me
I'm sorry, lately I've been thinking weirdly

So I wondered what it would be like
If I looked into a mirror alright?
And as I looked at the reflection
It turns out that's me in another dimension

So since I'm a comic book geek
That version of myself would be like this, I think
He's probably got a job, not lacking in confidence
Isn't so cold that feeling is always in the past tense


He's probably actually liked, by people besides his bears
Maybe he isn't apprehensive about showing feelings, beyond that he cares
Or even more outlandish he can talk without slipping on a stutter
Maybe his mind isn't always in the gutter


Maybe he's happy, whereas I fake a smile
Maybe he's athletic, and can run a mile
Or maybe he's the exact opposite of what I described in my verse
Another me from a parallel universe

Great it's late again and you've begun swimming through my head,
It's like I know you're gone but part of me won't let this stay dead
Aura, well that's what I nicknamed you anyway
Because your Aura spoke to me and changed me, from the day we met, that very first day
I was new to the group and you adopted me like a proud den mother
But in seemingly now time at all we were two crazies in love...

Two souls bound together by the crying of doves
You gave me my vigor back when I thought that it was gone,
You got me smiling again, after that was stretched thinner than a cheap thong
I looked into your eyes and saw something I may never see again,
A perfect storm, a part time lover, and a full time friend

Patriotism these days is sonething of a damning schism
Because people think you're supposed to love your country blindly and not offer opinions or criticism
Now through this piece I might ruffle feathers and hairs I might split them
But i have a point to get a across so please listen

Now first let's address the problem of racism
It's been a long time coming but I've got a lot of thoughts to be written
First off, I'm all for being proud of your heritage and knowing your roots
And I'm all for knowing your family history and being proud like an army troop
But every time I hear someone say "the black panthers were racist" or "all lives matter" I really have to stop myself from ruining their day
The black panthers were a pro Black group in a time were thar term almost didn't exist
When being black was enough to get you killed by anyone who was a trigger happy half wit.
Secondly, you claim because they supported black power they were racist.
Well they advocated for black power when blacks had no power, and it's with ease I can say this.

Pitiful power hungry people
are strange with an odd plethora of features
it's like even though we know what lies in the box
we insist on angering Pandora, and she isn't one to be mocked

Nowadays next to no one is really worth a **** family and friends can stab you in the back quicker than an admitted enemy can shoot you from the front we placed to much priority on trying to stunt and floss off our material possessions,
maybe if we focused on the inside more than out this may never have been written.

Petite Teenager getting pregnant thinking that a baby equals love, or that kid who tried his best to stand the constant harassment just stamped his ticket to heaven with a loaded gun,
People are strange, we delight in another's misery yet abhor someone's success.
like the book said, were both cursed and blessed

Like a lot of people, I love music
Common sense, Lauryn Hill, Musiq Soul child, I need both conscious lyrics and something ignorant and hype to balance it out.
And I've come to the realization
that I've met neo-souls music's living personification

Supple and smooth and conscious at the same time
Melodic and nice to listen to, and she's definitely more than worth the investment of time
With a mind quicker than a .38 at a right wingers waist

Why I never bothered to try to speak to her in high school is a question so hard to answer my brain is gonna end up in space.

What have I done wrong?
I thought our relationship was strong
But now you say she was your saving grace
And in your voice there was love laced.
Tell me, what's wrong with me,
Why can't I ever be somebody's one and only?

I think the real question is why is everyone always trying to change me
Deranged me, estranged me, it almost drives me crazy
Am I good enough, rough enough to escape the friendzone, I think, no I know I'm what you've been looking for all along

I'm lonely,
If only I could see
The fatal flaw that has everyone seeking someone other than me.
I'm not getting any better,
The world is tearing me apart,
I long for a friend or lover to help me protect my fragile heart...

I hate being just a friend or a brother
I hate being a sideline and not someone's lover
I'm trying to smile when all my friends end up together
All they don't see is it breaking me down,
Like a fragile house in stormy weather

Every day it gets harder to pretend that I'm okay,
Somtimes I don't think I can make it another day.
No one seems to notice turmoil going on inside,
But I can't show my pain, I have too much pride.

I've hidden behind the guise of a clown
Painting on a smile over my tear covered frown
My best friend may have taken my crush, that's it. It's done with I have had enough.
I'm not going to compete with someone I consider a brother,
I'm done with you all, I'll never be someone's lover

I don't get it
Out you leave for some time
And i find my way back into a rhythm in life
And continue down my path laden with rhyme
It seems sometimes that you even manage to escape my mind
But then as i hover over the edge of sleep, my heart finds time to weep
And all of a sudden i cant escape your burning flame
Of passion that i crash into, knowing you feel the same
It's harder than concrete to explain, so I'll try to do it in Passin
You and i have something called a Phoenix passion.

Every time the flame between us is reduced to ashes and dust
It sparks and burns again hotter than ever, seemingly endless and in whatever kind of weather
Our storms seem to cross paths and we once again find each other

A still image of a single memory
Unchanging, insultingly unwilling to age throughout the passage of time
And image that can be preserved long after one's  demise
And though occasionally  they can be edited and disguised
It's always fun to revisit  those lost times through your eyes

Clouded eyes of reason
Trailing and tracing through fogs of treason
Deranged thoughts spill in my head
Minds race and my sanity held by a thread
Smile and frown
Up and down
Hallucinations through creation
And creation through destruction
I'm a puppet on my society's string
I fear I'm no longer a human being

Pick the bones
And bones with a pick
Strip the flesh
You already took away the rest

Heart is missing
What's left of the brain is starting to mold over
Fillings gone down the throat of a wild wolf 3 trees over

Will someone find what's left of my dignity?
Along with what's left of my reaching or ability?
I don't know, to be perfectly frank
This mauling left me broken Down like a 3rd world country, post meeting the tank

Hmm... tonight I'm feeling frisky
and we wanna do something risky
How about you pick the room this time?

Kitchen, Stairway, The basement
the backyard, Maybe even the closet
Our even outside the house, it's your night to call it

We could go to the restaurant, and I could eat you under the table
Or Maybe even the library, we could reenact Aphrodite's fable

Or Maybe even the local coffee shop
we can sip our tea and then you could go down on me
Or even at the botanical garden
we could explore our passion in the roses
While your legs I spread apart and
then we could lie in the flowers strikingly naked
So come on babe, pick the room, so we can explore
I mean we've had *** before
so we might as well try something more

There's something about pillows
So soft and fluffy and light
So comforting and reassuring
That they go hand in hand with the night

Oh shooting star, passing so bright,
I wish i may, i wish i might
Use her thighs as my pillow one night

Ladies, us nice guys have a question
why is it we all end up as plan B as opposed to the main interest?
I'm not the most attractive, or the most perfect
But at least I try, whereas half the guys out there aren't worth it

I know, part of the curse of being nice
is remaining lonely more often than the guy who's colder than ice
it's like I've tried my best every time I've ever dated
but every single time I get up enough courage
"I love how your such a sweetheart but I'm talking to someone"
Now you might be thinking don't be discouraged there's someone out the for you and she'll be more than worth it.

Well, I've waited and waited and waited some more
I've been patient and kindhearted, but it's like I'm such a bore
Am I simply a burden? A back up plan if it doesn't work out?
Or am I beast? ostracized by the world and casted out?

Am I so mean spirited that no one would dare provide me affection?
Am I so unappealing to the body and mind that looking my way causes disintegration?
What is it? I'll change, I know that I can

The curse of being the nice guy.. we always finish last.

Oh there's plenty of things
That are wrong with me
I desire to do better
To make my flaws new strengths
To not flop at the first sign of changing weather

I've got some screws in my head loose
And an attention span shorter than the kickback on a black tre deuce
Looks wise I'm about as appealing as a dead spruce
And that's just my looks, not my personality which is *******

I swear I'm too nice for my own good. And my head moves faster than the gap in my face
I've got a **** memory, even if I've known you for years I'd still forget your face

But


I'm flawed and cracked like a Thursday night  in a love shack
And I'm trying to find strength that sometimes isn't there
I get so frustrated with myself I wanna pull out my short hair...

But through all this, I'm still standing and I know one day I'll get there.

I'll RIP those clothes off
You won't need em it's time to set it off I can see your wet and soft but the beds gonna creak and groan tonight so Lay back luv I'll do it right

**** ME!!! Ur turning me on.
Ur playing a tune to my favorite song.

**** me good,
**** me hard.
My amazingly sensual, pornographic bard.

Pound my soft flesh,
with ur awesome ****.
My scream ur name as I get ******* slick.

Mmm my good you feel so good, you taste even better
You keep massaging my **** and it keeps getting wetter

Mm bend it over so I can ******* like that dog named rover
You got it standing like a soldier
You have my *** Bubbling like soda

Pound it in me
I want every inch.
Tear my cloths off,
Each and every stitch.

Bite my flesh boy,
Yes leave ur mark.
Slowly breathing and speed up my heart.

Make me scream like a cat in heat.
Bend me over baby and give me ur meat.

Mm let me pull on your hair
Let me pound you so rough
My God it's so good
I just can't get enough
In your case I'm always down to ****
So what's up? Oh you should know
Time to spread your legs like dough

Open me wide and watch me squirt.
**** baby u know what ur worth.

More than ur weight in sliver and gold. Ur *** god and to u I am sold.

I 'll be ur *** slave,
Do as u please.
Just **** me right and don't be a tease.

Slip it in and lets ******* dance. Pounding each other last in love's trance.

I wanna be sore,
I wanna be *******.
I wanna be totally lost within u.

Pull my hair make me ur little *****.
I am pretty tough u won't see me finch.

Stick it in deep listen as I scream ir name.
I am hot and ***** and ur the one to blame.

Good God baby you get me so hard
I swear it's like ******* my personal **** star
I feel like I could ******* for hours
Kitchen, bedroom, **** even in the shower
Let me **** u deep and rub your **** on each stroke
Go ahead and bounce on me, **** me up like a little sick joke
I'm a ****** slave designed for pleasure
Now let me eat you, **** your wet little treasure

******* essence as I taste ur cream.
Devour my ***** and listen to me scream.

I'll lick ur *****
And beg u for more.
Than hop on ur **** and begin to soar.

Watch me ride u ,
I am slippery when wet.
Pound I'm me hard ,
Take of like west jet.

Soar the stars,
As u **** me to death.
Stealing my heart and stopping my breath.

Play with my breast and I purr just for u.come on baby ,
Like rabbits we'll *****.

Mmm you talk a good game babe let me step right in
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Oh ******* feel like heaven within
Those sugary walls built for desire
Just keep on igniting my ****** fire
Mm baby bend over because I'm gonna release
All over your beautiful endpiece

That's right baby bend me right over.
I want ur seed on me like like fields of clover.

Ur warm cream is the prize of the game. That and the feeling when screaming ur name.

I want my juices flowing all over u. Come on baby I know u want it to.

Take me to paradise I will give u my soul.
**** me hard and let ur bodies roll
Neither in charge as we both become crazed. Lost to the lust in a ****** haze

I take myself out and release at last
Leaving sticky stuff all over your ***
I fall down tired as all ****
But this is a night I won't soon forget

I scream my heart out. As my ****** was set free. I feel ur hot cream hit and spread on me.

I dip my finger, I had to have a taste.
I will not forget the time or even the .
place.

Hot and heavy the best night ever.
With poetry **** we we're so ******* clever.

the other day I got stopped on the street
I was riding my bike if you like minding my business like I do every other day of the week

suddenly a sleek police cruiser rolled on by
seeing a young black man clearly I caught their eye
I got pulled over like a crackhead in a Chevy nova

I got scared I'll admit it but I kept my composure I'm glad I didn't make any stupid comments or sarcastic remarks which is what I'm known for

so all in all take this lesson from my story
people **** and appearances make all the difference between a night in jail or a free morning filled with glory

Okay I'm a guy
and thinking something positively about
my body is something I've never even tried!
Deep breath... Deep breath....
alright, maybe This'll be for the best

ahem

Okay now to think about my body in a positive manner
I'm not the best looking guy but I can clean up and look dapper
I have curly hair and some ******* up teeth
but embracing my flaws is the only way to get over my raging insecurity
I may get inked up soon
ideally on my birthday at high noon
yes I'm a guy and I'm not Charles atlas
but I'm taking my body off of my mental blacklist

Why is it that what i hate
About what i am
Is what endears me to others
Am i the opposite
Of what i was intended to be?
If so this practical joke
Has crossed the line from funny to cruelty.

I hate not knowing what to say
I hate my shy dispensation
But others love my pathetic attempts
As a presentable representation
Of a functioning human being
I'm not and that's no lie.

So where does anyone see any appeal?
Am i blind or do my very eyes lie?

Every day I arise
I take a pill that was prescribed
To me by my doctor, so I ingest it easily
Post haste, without any delay

So I began thinking isn't that what we humans are like everyday?
We've forgotten how to live, and forgone our mental health

So we've been prescribed the subtle sedation of routine slowly crawling to our holey, and for some holy destination

"Come on page, where do the words fit?"
In the puzzle that is my brain, i ask as at
The table i sit
My hairs have split, like cheap ****** Remy
But then again maybe my idea bulb isn't lit.

"Come along pen, why can't you write?"
We've been up with this piece since last night
I ask myself again, this is really starting to frighten me, i know i might be pressuring myself too much,
But that's where the best moments come from, in the clutch.

"Come on heart, where's your spark? You usually flutter in the act of creating art!"
But alas no wings flapping, and no adrenaline rushing like a spotted chameleon
Just stone faced cynicism like a gremlin

I can't put this into words but I guess I'll try to stay alive despite all this pressure I'll abstain from making a gesture that's sure to offend I'll pretend that everything's alright while I cry my tears on the inside
pressure from family and friends is starting to finally seep inside sometimes I wonder why am I still alive after all this time I can't find my purpose I proposed prose I suppose that it'll never fuel my ambitions because people even in my family have to make light of all my decisions with the prediction that I'll just conform to what society expects of me I try to be cool and create something that'll please the one above me but when your own family makes what you do seem like it's nothing what am I to do?

I'll admit I'm not perfect by any means but at least I'm not the same boring thing that all of you who doubt me are I dare you to respond to this we can go bar for bar I'll shatter your guard like the kingdom of hyrule my malice can be felt from afar I've taken this pressure for too long time for me to respond with my only real friends a pen and these 64 bars I've taken my scars now I'll issue out yours I'll slice through your petty feelings with no remorse for my cause

Pride, it's a troubling thing to deal with
Hell, it's enough to spilt
A family. Which is what you did,  you damaged us irreparably, i barely saw you through the last of my formative years. I was unprepared facing those ever hateful teenage fears
Had you been around you might've saved me from running myself into the ground
But I'm all grown up now, and you missed out on so much
You have nieces and nephews that haven't seen your face or even know you exist, but despite all of this i still love you and i hope one day your pride will fall.
And we can finally be a family, once and for all

I didn't go to my high school prom
I figured I'd confess that before my coffin goes across the pond
Why?  Well ill give you the 5 main reasons
The first being I didn't have anywhere near enough money to pay for everything during the season
The tuxedo, limo and tickets would've made my wallet scream TREASON

the second reason I didn't go to the star studded gatsby themed soiree
Was because I didn't ask anyone, and no one to me did the same
The third reason is exactly the same as the first
And it would be redundant to explain it in another verse

The final reason I didn't go is because to be quite frank I'm no good whatsoever at parties
And I didn't know half the people there oddly
Enough but this isn't rough to me
I'm glad I didn't go, yes seriously.

I dont write these words down thinking about how they will be perceived and read and interpreted long after I'm buried and dead.
But i want it to be made totally clear, hell put it on my gravestones head.

Im a proud snowflake, yes that's what i said.

What you see a slanderous term i see as a badge of honor.
I'll take your harsh comments and generalizations about my generation gladly, because we saw the world was going to **** us over and we said "no more, not again."
When you call us entitled, we simply laugh. because you benefited from a system that ***** what little life we have left out of us. You prospered ad infinitium while what little hope we had turned to dust.
We're a group of people that did everything you said, go to school, work hard, and we still saw the economy you put gaping holes into collapse like the tunnel of a mole.

Those jobs you promised... gone with the wind like Scarlett O'Hara. But allow me to clarify in that i know that not all of you are so stuck in your roots and ways that its frightening. But i will say that we're tired of trying to recapture that same lightning.
I'm tired of being told I'm too young to know what life will do... it'll ******* the first chance it gets and if not itll **** you.
And as i close this out i want to leave no doubt in your minds

I would rather see those younger than me protesting against violent crimes than watching funeral Homes with longer and longer lines.

I think it's time
I explore my twisted side
I've got my rope
I've got my knives
I'm going out
for a new thrill tonight
a little psychotic
morphed into a lot
now I'm going to use bodies
to leave my Mark
And it's a shame that
you've crossed my path
Now I'll grind your brains to paste
now like Jagger, I'll lay your soul to waste

Once there was a heart,
it was stomped on, stabbed, stitched clumsily, it was obviously falling apart
it was that close to giving up.

Then along the path the heart net a queen,
the kind queen stitched and repaired
a heart that had been brutalized throughout the years
and loved it until that heart was pristine again

Then the queen had to go away,
but right where she met it the heart stayed
it didn't care about the distance it just wanted her back
he couldn't bear having to try again only to have its fragile cast cracked

It had found it's mate of the soul, it's reason to go on
it found a love and affection that carried it to the stars and beyond
some say it still wanders around.. asking to this day?

Queen? my queen? where are you? will you stay?