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Rizna M Rameez Oct 2018
You chose to mess with
The WRONG GIRL
11.10.2018
You think I’m sweet like sugar and spice
Well this little girl doesn’t have to be nice
I can be evil, you wait and see
You’re going to wish you never messed with me.

What girls will do just to get ahead
Don’t you wish you stayed at home in bed,
Lies, deceit, back stabbing *******
Two faced, heartless, tell it all snitches.
Yenson Aug 2018
How can my eyes hunger for tormentors bodies
where in my soul can I find desires for sadists
Eves threw on fitted coats of Marquis de Sade
borrowed his manuals and added even more pages
pierced the heart of a Dove defending his nest with lethal pins
And in joyous indignities with devilment aplomp
they reclined and crackled in wanton doltishness
He thinks of and desires us and wants to make amor with us

How can a heart marinated in love truely sincere
a soul ready to die rather than any harm to Eves
Be mother or sister or perchance even a stranger
alas in utter ******* and grotesque situation dire
Come undone with healthy pristine heart ripped to pieces
hung drawn and quartered and sliced in tiny morsels
Like fish baits for mice and minnows or hens clucking
All at the hands of Sirens who worshipped in Satan's cravens

How can a soul with only the spark of Salvation aglow
where it once housed his heart and enduring humanity
With brimful joy and devotions in fitting measures true
as all Eves where to him nowt but sisters and earth angels
Now his burning blood runs cold like rivelets in the Arctic
their words ring hollow and smiles shows rapiers of snakes
Nothing stirs desires for all Eves now seem and look like wicked corpses
Delilahs' wrecking vengeance on Samsons in wickedness supreme


Copyright@LaurenceA23Aug2018.All rights reserved
( Oh..please give over and go ply your delusions somewhere else, says I )
Dylan Wheatley Jun 2018
Take your bucket
Shiny and new,
Over to the spicket.
Now,
Try and turn it on,
Get all the water
You can
Sometimes,
It’s going to be
A nice stream
Other times
Drops,
If anything.
Now,
Don’t be alarmed
We’ve all been there.
Now,
Sometimes,
You can’t bring yourself
To carry the bucket
So take a rag,
Wet it all you’re willing
Back to the bucket
Squeeze in what you can
Rinse
Repeat
Until
Satisfaction.
Sometimes,
There will be too much water
All at once
The bucket
Will fill
Will overflow
Will spill.

Take a breath,
In
Out
Take a step back
Reclaim
The situation
Make the bucket
Yours again.
It’s only a bucket afterall
Right?

My advice?
Don’t show off
The bucket
It’s yours
Only yours
And no one else cares.

What they care about?
How you use the bucket.
To nourish
Or
To horde.
bird Jun 2018
here to pray
here to remember days
who sought after peace in pain
what happened in a field of spiderweb croquet
when i was eating my words in company
where my own truth shines, gleaning
why only here, mind met meaning

return to who you are, as expression in essence
is a truth that nobody can ascertain
i forgot how much i enjoyed writing
Joe Momma May 2018
All I do is get money

HYPE HYPE HYPE

All I do is **** *******

HYPE HYPE HYPE

All I do is grind till 5 am

HYPE HYPE HYPE

I’ll never find true love.

HYPE HYPE HYPE
but

yeah
all
you
*******




let me give your mind
something you can relate to

****** freaks
****
my
word

promise me this
you
******
notches
watch my
mothers
birthmark
you
****** *******



notch your mind
with
my
word
?


















...
..
.
done bred
pit-bull
...
will never wash
from me
we never touched her
like that


her mouth
my lips
match
burn
me
down


baby
you
know
i love you
calm yourself

i leaned over and kissed her

it was on an part of her face
that lips had never felt

i have her
her first
kiss

call me
an
liar


an we will **** you
with words
just like
she
killed me


**** my ****
with
her
scent
?



















...
..
.
better up
...
..
.
people ****
hi people
wanna
read
me
*****
word you
want me
to feel
you
to
bad
just
my
thoughts
?










...
..
.
nuts an bolts
i
am
an
self
tapping *****
...
TheStartOfMyEnds Jan 2018
Being called 'easy' for the fact
I ready myself to accept
Changes in whatever shapes and sizes
Being called 'easy' for the fact
My language consists of 'Yeahs' and 'Why Nots'
and a few 'Okays' here and there
Being called 'easy' for the fact
Smiling comes so very naturally
and I, proudly am, a human chameleon

Then, being called a '*****' for the fact
To compensate my flexibility
My mind is my own blacksmith
And My tongue is the sharpest sword I've forged
My heart, the strongest shield.
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