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nish Aug 2018
drove past the church today
a girl was on her knees
would've been pretty normal
if she wasn't ******* d.
-Just a little something, pun intended.
aye Aug 2018
you put me in a dress
you have made it easier for him
to open up my legs and steal my flower.
- i did nothing wrong.
(c) ayesha. h [2o18]
nish Aug 2018
do you know what phosphenes are?
when you rub your eyes
those little blinking dots
the ones of different colours
that dance around alluringly

you are very much like phosphenes
a vast array of colour
destroying boundless darkness
make me forget my fatigue
i immerse myself in your beauty
breathtaking, indescribable

but as soon as i open my eyes
you disperse into nothing
i'm met with the sight of another bleak day
until i close my eyes again

a̶n̶d̶ ̶m̶a̶y̶b̶e̶ ̶r̶u̶b̶ ̶e̶l̶s̶e̶w̶h̶e̶r̶e̶
I came across this word today and I just HAD to use it, hope you enjoyed :)
aye Aug 2018
you open the jar, it's almost empty.
but you continue to eat out what's left of it.
you lick every corner, stick your fingers in when needed.
the sickening sweetness taints your tongue.
and when you're done, you close the jar,
you look into my eyes and say:
"Babe, you taste so good."
- it gets better.
(c) ayesha. h [2o18]
aye Jul 2018
i've been imprisoned on this burning planet
my body is crying from the damage,
my polluted heart is suffocating,
and yet:
i have found peace, here, with you.

i long for your kindled soul against mine
i long for your kisses that take my breath away.
i must profess: this is nothing of lust.
i must profess: i am madly in love.

you agree,
so:
you have freed me, alone, from this hellish planet,
yet:
i still find heaven in your eyes
and so i remain burning here with you.
- it's complicated.
(c) ayesha. h [2o18]
aye Jul 2018
"when your flower blossoms
the bees will come **** you dry
only to drip their sweet honey
onto another woman's tongue"
- a mother to her daughter.
aye Jul 2018
i blew out my candles
as i aged to 17
and now i'm on my knees
blowing out better things.
(c) ayesha. h [2o18]
TussyLambz Jul 2018
Leaning back, she breaks me off
Pop, pop, pop like bubble gum
I'm all up in her call no gods
I **** in figures **** the law
  
******* right we work that flame
It's so delicious feel no pain
I solve the puzzle leave 'em stained
My intention slide in lane
  
I get it got it so good
Had me wishing she would of misunderstood  
The kiss of the death, girl, bid with your life  
If price is right I might hit twice, uh
  
I fit it a bit of submitted
I live it, I hit it, we **** it
Committed
  
I bit it and split it, stop
Pop, pop, pop, pop - everything drops...
  
I cannot watch as she cook up my fix  
All on the top and she taking the ****  
  
As the life force mix  
Like the right horse quick
Like a white source brick
Like I pipe more wicked than the rest of em'  
  
Freak at the peak see we speak in tongues  
Weak at the knees, yeah, we really wanna ***  
Tweaking from hammer drums
Handle in sums- rumpa *** *** - she is my drug  
  
I be the plug i flow cold
I beat it up she want a choke hold  
Slow mo freak her up blow load  
Speakers go so low  
  
Take it all in deep breaths, that's good
Forbidden fruit I forgot the truth
Like I feel into route  
Cuz she really smooth and
  
She really do it
My mind i might lose it
Matter of time
But I can't abuse it..
listen here:
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Conor Martin Jul 2018
May we speak for those forgotten far to soon
You play deaf to requests of human soul
Reptilian lies encasing the heart of stone
Oh Captain, No Captain. On this ship on the edge of the dumb new world
Idiots raised upon the pew, Hailed as Knights of the people
All they’ve brought is numbered days and promises far too few

Too Little, Too late
Deadly victims to the Maybot’s fate
Pillaging idealised dreams of united pride
All the people can do is run and hide
Democracies throat ripped out by the vile disease
British sorry, Not sorry state
Broken system, Shattered across the isle
Devoid of soul, To death do us part
Its Brexit that will drive the steak through
The Iron witches,
Cold.
Dead.
Heart.
I really dont like Theresa May.
Or Brexit.
aye Jul 2018
i can't remember the last time i cried
i just recall crying way too much
so much, that i'd stay days red eyed
some days, hysterical, without his touch.

pathetic is what my ego would call me
for i was nothing without a man
embarrassed is what i'd feel because, i too could see,
i was nothing without this man.

i had a dream of myself: lost, my body: bare.
i had a dream about me in the shadow
truth be told, that dream was a nightmare
but i was just too weak, too naive, to even think so.

then i had a dream that i wasn't alone
this dream was of him and I
truth be told, if my heart was made of stone
i'd tell him, when i woke from that dream, i cried.

i can't remember the last time i was sad
i just recall being way too depressed
but now when night comes and i lay down my head,
i dream of myself: happy, solus, and yet, still undressed.
(c) ayesha. h [2o18]
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