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Oct 2010 · 2.4k
Fuck Off.
Steve Boldin Oct 2010
Gather round,
I'd like to make a toast,
To the girls that ran away when I needed them the most,
With their innocent looking eyes,
And their stone cold glare,
Don't ever look for me,
You won't find me anywhere.
I was at my lowest point,
When you threw me to the side,
I'll water every shallow grave with every tear I cried,
Don't try to cheer me up,
Don't ever ******* try,
Every word you speak to me is a God ****** lie.
I'll cut these chains you have on me,
You have around my throat,
I tried to protect my holy castle,
But you filled in my moat.
Thanks.
Oct 2010 · 745
Untitled
Steve Boldin Oct 2010
"I'm like 20 years old and I'm finally starting to grow something."
That's what the birthday boy proclaimed.
He had many different, catch phrases, if you will.
Things like, "It's like BOOM" and "Ya ***."
This boy, quickly uprising and turning into a man.
So much life in his words.
His choice of drink, beer.
And lots of it.
Some of his shining moments came while inebriated.
However, would never admit if he was drunk.
His sharp toned comebacks, such as "I was sober as a dog" stump any possible rebuttal or witty banter that could follow.
His repeated activities were like clock work.
Every action. Every movement. Turning yet another gear in the intricate machine of life.
The epitome of poetic justice.
His clever sayings keep you on the edge of your seat.
"Quit ******* on my juice."
"I have a dream, that I’ll be able to **** and burp in the Man Cave without you ***** giving me **** about ******* out my ***, and ******* out my mouth."
Just a few of the poetic, masterful, beautiful syllables that pass through the graceful lips of this man.

To be continued...
Copyright. 2010.
Oct 2010 · 1.0k
Chase Me.
Steve Boldin Oct 2010
"I'm like 20 years old and I'm finally starting to grow something."
That's what the birthday boy proclaimed.
He had many different, catch phrases, if you will.
Things like, "It's like BOOM" and "Ya ***."
This boy, quickly uprising and turning into a man.
So much life in his words.
His choice of drink, beer.
And lots of it.
Some of his shining moments came while inebriated.
However, would never admit if he was drunk.
His sharp toned comebacks, such as "I was sober as a dog" stump any possible rebuttal or witty banter that could follow.
His repeated activities were like clock work.
Every action. Every movement. Turning yet another gear in the intricate machine of life.
The epitome of poetic justice.
His clever sayings keep you on the edge of your seat.
"Quit ******* on my juice."
"I have a dream, that I’ll be able to **** and burp in the Man Cave without you ***** giving me **** about ******* out my ***, and ******* out my mouth."
Just a few of the poetic, masterful, beautiful syllables that pass through the graceful lips of this man.

To be continued...
Copyright. 2010.
Oct 2010 · 771
Untitled
Steve Boldin Oct 2010
"I'm like 20 years old and I'm finally starting to grow something."
That's what the birthday boy proclaimed.
He had many different, catch phrases, if you will.
Things like, "It's like BOOM" and "Ya ***."
This boy, quickly uprising and turning into a man.
So much life in his words.
His choice of drink, beer.
And lots of it.
Some of his shining moments came while inebriated.
However, would never admit if he was drunk.
His sharp toned comebacks, such as "I was sober as a dog" stump any possible rebuttal or witty banter that could follow.
His repeated activities were like clock work.
Every action. Every movement. Turning yet another gear in the intricate machine of life.
The epitome of poetic justice.
His clever sayings keep you on the edge of your seat.
"Quit ******* on my juice."
"I have a dream, that I’ll be able to **** and burp in the Man Cave without you ***** giving me **** about ******* out my ***, and ******* out my mouth."
Just a few of the poetic, masterful, beautiful syllables that pass through the graceful lips of this man.

To be continued...
Copyright. 2010.
Oct 2010 · 630
Untitled
Steve Boldin Oct 2010
"I'm like 20 years old and I'm finally starting to grow something."
That's what the birthday boy proclaimed.
He had many different, catch phrases, if you will.
Things like, "It's like BOOM" and "Ya ***."
This boy, quickly uprising and turning into a man.
So much life in his words.
His choice of drink, beer.
And lots of it.
Some of his shining moments came while inebriated.
However, would never admit if he was drunk.
His sharp toned comebacks, such as "I was sober as a dog" stump any possible rebuttal or witty banter that could follow.
His repeated activities were like clock work.
Every action. Every movement. Turning yet another gear in the intricate machine of life.
The epitome of poetic justice.
His clever sayings keep you on the edge of your seat.
"Quit ******* on my juice."
"I have a dream, that I’ll be able to **** and burp in the Man Cave without you ***** giving me **** about ******* out my ***, and ******* out my mouth."
Just a few of the poetic, masterful, beautiful syllables that pass through the graceful lips of this man.

To be continued...
Copyright. 2010.
Sep 2010 · 574
This Is Where It Ends
Steve Boldin Sep 2010
I'll sit here with my beer,
And my last cigarette.
My pride and and bitter memories,
Is what I am trying to forget.
I plan to drink myself to death,
Don't ******* tell me it's not worth it.
Death is on my plate,
And I sure as hell deserve it.
All the wrongs I have committed,
The prices I have paid.
You threw back in my face,
My mind has been made.
I'll drown myself in liquor,
I'll suffocate in smoke.
Till my life in nonexistent,
Till I forget the lies you spoke.
Your lies CRUSHED my spirits,
I gave my everything.
But that wasn't good enough,
You threw me to the side,
Like some 25 cent ring.
Being with you was toxic,
It was bad for my health.
Every morning I wake up and praise the fact that you are gone.
Now go **** yourself.
Copyright. 2010
Sep 2010 · 2.6k
Who Is He?
Steve Boldin Sep 2010
Red headed ******,
Skin white and fluffy.
Marshmallow.
Spots on his skin,
Like dots of tan.
Leopard.
Mind always on ***,
Fan of internet ****.
******.
Smokes himself to death,
Always ******* on a cig.
Vacuum.
Always saying "**** my ****",
But only to men?
Closet ***.
Looking for something to ****,
I'm worried for the neighborhood squirrels.
*******.
Loves drinking some beer,
But only likes it light.
*****.
Always gives a good laugh,
Stupid *** smile.
Best Friend.
Drinking is okay,
Jesus drank wine.
Catholic.
Copyright 2010.
Sep 2010 · 700
Rough Love
Steve Boldin Sep 2010
We enter the room,
the flower wall paper makes me feel funny,
But I ignore the feeling.
We begin to kiss,
Passion and lust start pulsing through my veins,
I cant think straight and my body,
My body,
My body! It feels like a new high!
I rush violently torwards the bed,
Rummaging through a land of stuffed animals.
I arrive, and what I saw, what I saw was glory.
As she laid on the bed,
Sweetly humming a simple innocent melody,
I came closer till I could almost feel her breath.
I laid down next to her,
Filled with this uncontrolable feeling,
I began ripping, tearing her clothes off,
She smiled at me with the oddest expression,
Almost as if to say, "Come get me."
*******.
It is almost as is the sun and the stars were singing the same beautiful melody as she.
And then, then came this new sensation,
She reached up and pulled me down closer,
The pressure built faster and faster,
I began to sweat and quiver!
Nails in my back like a scalpel in flesh.
This it happens.
An eruption equivilant to that of Mt. St. Helens!
Im done.
My body tingles exquisitely.
This girl, this lady, she is missing.
Where could she have gone?
Was this real?
Am I real?
****.
Copyright 2010. Steve Boldin.
Sep 2010 · 831
Blood and Cocain
Steve Boldin Sep 2010
The lines and the cuts and filling my sight,
Will I ever come back from this terrible night?
I see oppertunity on the horizon like a midnight flame,
Maybe I should play the devils little game.
For as the lepord has its spots, as I my weakness,
Like a ghost in the night I overcome my meekness.
To move close to the lines drawn upon the table,
As I clear out my veins I just wasnt able,
To see the truth in the broadcast blasting on the cable,
This life will get better, is that fact or fable?
Will I ever be happy again? Someone answer!
Or ill just keep spinning in a circle like a ******* tiny dancer.
And as my throat began to close,
And my blood pressure rose,
I feel this new life enter into my nose,
I can feel my skin crawling underneath of my clothes,
This feeling keeps grows as it enters my toes.
But now what is happening? As I see the red tide.
I can see my blood flowing, coming from the inside.
I guess this is going to be my final ride,
The paper curtains slammed shut, and in the dark the actors cried.
Copyright 2010. Steve Boldin

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