Just *** for me 
Release all your energy 
Just focus on now 
Feel my tong go round 
Your beautiful **** 
Feel my **** on her 
Bite your lip   
Enjoying my every touch with a purr 
 Arms wrapped around your thighs, 
This will be my demise 
Your taste I crave 
With every breath, I must chase 
The idea away 
Of having you stay 
With me, here 
For our futures, they fear 
We are addicted in fact  
To each other, not the act 
A bonus to our presents 
Is knowing each others talents 
They fear, we will stay near 
To our roots, but we know we must go 
To the unknown 
The world beckons 
To go far and wide, we must learn lessons 
This area cannot offer 
 So we must go 
What will the journey behold?  
Will I find you again? 
Or will you find another man? 
I hope he’s cool calm and collected  
Can support you with through everything 
Treats you right 
 Not just at night 
but also in the day light.

fee fi fo fum,  
I feel ******* dumb  
hickory dickory dock 
just want the clock to stop 
knick nack paddy wack 
my life and mind have no slack 
where it will stop, no body knows! 
my mind always running but I wont let it show!

The puzzle crashes once more 
Finding the familiar rigid floor 
Unforgiving and strong 
It was so close, after so long 
One or two pieces at best 
Needed to figure out that extravagant mess 
But the table wasn’t enough 
To hold all the pieces, twas just too tough 
Crashing down with a loud clatter 
Now all is gone, with only one to care for the matter 
Search for all 
Like finding identical leaves in the fall 
They all have changed 
Now he must find one that matches his own strange ways 
A piece that fits his moves and quarks 
One who embraces him with a genuine force. 
He must find this one in himself 
For only you can continually fill your empty shelf 
Take the table out of the equation 
Puzzle made on the floor 
No table to collapse, no weight it must bare. 
This realization can change everything 
And rid one of desperate madness, 
Even in the worst situations that wash ashore.

As two puzzle pieces 
Fit together so divine. 
Make me feel like you’re all mine 
No other could make me feel so fine 
All day walking around with some special kind of shine 
No other pieces could fit together like we do 
Not just once or twice, but every single time 
Complete the need that is felt inside 
Matched together at first sight, 
Now I just need some kind of sign 
You want to be whole again, don’t give into the fright 
Be strong for me, look deep to find 
That one that was thrown aside. 
Somewhere the piece lays, 
The one that will keep destruction at bay 
On the table for weeks, 
Just waiting for the piece. 
That will complete the picture it beholds 
Fulfill the potential it has 
To look beautiful from its own mold. 
Doesn’t follow rules or norms 
To its own ****** up drum, it roars 
As a bird sings its own melody as it soars, 
The puzzle shows purity in the darkest of forms 
Bad things have hurt the pieces before 
But through these, they still seem to fit, 
So amazing once more 
Connected together, souls intertwined 
Flawlessly together at this time. 
Embracing the moment they have together 
Wishing to be in one’s company forever. 
Morning strikes a harsh blow. 
The rising sun forces each to go.

Why can’t we swear in academia?
Why can’t we swear in acedmia?
Tell me, WHY THE **** can’t we swear in academia,
why the EVER LOVING **** , can’t we swear in academia?

Say **** how we’d actually say ****? Why the **** we gotta contort into this ****-*** RESPONSIBLE, PROPER, PROFESSIONAL, BUSINESS-CASUAL, ******* ***-WIPING ******* LANGUAGE that no one can ******* relate to or get their head around? Academia GET YOUR RESPECTABILITY POLITICS OFF MY ****, OUT OF MY FACE AND OFF MY **** and let me say “****’S ****** UP!” when **** sure as **** IS ****** UP! Actually no, academia, **** OUTTA HERE WITH YOUR TONE POLICING CLUSTERFUCK, I’m not waiting for permission. I’m gunna start right the **** now. And don’t you dare tell me to shut up, **** **** **** ******-****, YOU BIG-BOYZ CLUB OF WHITE ***** *******, **** yourself.

He was so drawn to my white sheets
A blank canvas; he said
Waiting for a masterpiece
'Tis a performance,
I wouldn't dare miss.

He comes to her
when he is tired of the world
and rests his head
on her lap
expecting her
to caress and adore,

if she would
only
run her fingers
across his hair
and lightly
kiss him, casually
on his hair, or his forehead
and murmur words of love.

if she would only
tell him
it will be fine,
I am here, always,
by your side,
give me
your worries
make your pains mine,
I am yours, yours,
I will take it all...

But she doesn't
Because she
Is not a toilet paper,
or a teddy bear
or God.
She is not yours
to steal energy from
to empty her in return
every time,
as a compliment to her love.

You were not
there
when she cried
at nights,
waiting for you
to come.
You were not there
when she faced It All.
Her pillow
has been her friend,
her God
has been her savior.
A hope
has kept her alive
that she can get over you
some time.

So when you come
again
you expect her
to be the same.

She is not, however,
someone you can ****
to relieve your worries.
Someone you can buy dreams from.
Someone you can play with
like that.
She is not a doll
not a dog
not a toy, please.

My feet are still marked
With ghosts of mosquito bites
From that evening on the dock

They itched after I left
Gnawing reminders
I scratched, leaving scars
Six faded spots like old freckles

It wasn't that night
When you asked
But it was that night
When I knew

The next day you said it: Should I leave her?
I said yes, selfishly
But I never relished your gnawing sadness

I never wanted you to hurt

Silly me
I thought you might add two more words:
Should I leave her
For you?

Instead I'm the one with the scars.