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**Some times I want to kiss you as much as I want to knock your teeth out, darling.**
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Dec 8, 2014
Dec 8, 2014 at 9:36 PM UTC
Infuriating Intoxication (17w)
Yeah!!, You're Different!! So what??? cos, In reality; we are not the same, We have different races, all creeds, and all colors, It ain't nothing but a thing, some may be Light, and fair, and pudgy all round, tall, short, big, or skinny, WHO ARE YOU TO PUT US DOWN??? Dark, or Caramel conflection, with big old round buggy eyes, Boney, skinny with hamhocks, Nothing but big legs, and thighs, eyes sunkned in, or slanted, RELAX WE ARE FROM THE SAME PLANET!!! smooth skin, rough skin, The Outer is cool, but THE BEAUTY'S WITHIN, You may not have the perfect body, or even the best looking face, What you do have is style and class, and you are so full of Love and Grace, YOU ARE DIFFERENT BECAUSE, GOD MADE YOU THIS WAY, If they don't like HIS CREATION, they need to GO FAR AWAY, YOU ARE SO BEAUTIFUL!!! NO MATTER WHAT THEY SAY, THEIR OPINION DOESN'T MATTER, WHO ASKED THEM ANYWAY??? No shade, more hugs, Giving nothing but LOVE ❤️ B.R. Date: 9/12/2025
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Sep 13, 2025
Sep 13, 2025 at 12:56 AM UTC
You're Different, So What???
Go ahead, bite me. I’m sure you will hate the taste of this mess you’ve made
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Jan 2, 2015
Jan 2, 2015 at 8:04 PM UTC
Haiku #8
with my hands on my heart and knife on the clown I'm just pretending I'm laughing..while it all crashes down.. just breathing for a moment.. and watching everyone around they look so happy.. have they all been swimming in the magic potion.. brewed by the old ghost i found lingering in the shadows.. I wonder if they can see how the flood has swept everything away on the ground.. the noahs arc is broken.. begging for mechanic to repair the scars.. every hour a new boy is born to rip off the struggling heart.. no daughter to confuse your soul with.. the father makes me sick.. and mother's out there in the ocean.. ready to drown.. is that what they preached when we were kids ? I never came to know.. i was down for a while with random **** and they told me my words don't mean anything unless I learn with fire.. where there is hate there is desire to destroy whatever you make of it.. stranger times have weathered the storms.. those gave me the chills and I'm forgetting if I was supposed to be polite to the outside world.. the same folks who never cared if the little boy was hurt.. now Give me your solution and dissolve me of your worries.. I want that bollywood hit... where I'll be lost with a beautiful chick lost in poppy seeds. I've bled what you bleed and I was never disgusted to how it all panned out... no matter how much the school principle spent the time in screaming.. I never heard  anyone shout... MAYBE I never cared for the migraine bouts.. far too less concerned with life and all that it takes away.. always ready to run away from their dreams and what they kept out to be lost.. I was never the good child.. always pathetic and vile... ready to **** in a moment of heat.. now I've stabbed myself enough to leave.. Let me go.. let me rule my world.. let me love like no other.. I don't need your fake sisters and brothers.. I DON'T pray to your god.. I'm just happy alone in the woods... With a pair of socks and twenty dogs.. waiting for me to whistle I never came to realise.. I'm ready for your demise.. I'm ready for mine.. pray that I don't ever cross your path.. they say I have a burning mind.. too engrossed in moment of bliss.. that i don't have the time to be who's right.. But that's alright.. that's enough for a fight.. and in the night I'll pretend I've fallen asleep... dreaming about things they never let me keep.. for an age.. I was getting on the stage.. for the reapers who wouldn't really reap.. that's a thousand feet from where I've stood all my life.. holding the knife on my throat that cuts deep.. isn't it beautiful to be different when you don't know how to be anything else ? maybe a tree that isn't free ? What they cannot be And what I cannot see ? do I have to be what they tell me how it's all supposed to be ? never beautiful but always afraid.. why not be how i was made ? even though a mistake.. isn't it beautiful to be ugly..
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Feb 14, 2017
Feb 14, 2017 at 9:40 AM UTC
A poets worst nightmare ( things that don't mean anything )
with my hands on my heart and knife on the clown I'm just pretending I'm laughing..while it all crashes down.. just breathing for a moment.. and watching everyone around they look so happy.. have they all been swimming in the magic potion.. brewed by the old ghost i found lingering in the shadows.. I wonder if they can see how the flood has swept everything away on the ground.. the noahs arc is broken.. begging for mechanic to repair the scars.. every hour a new boy is born to rip off the struggling heart.. no daughter to confuse your soul with.. the father makes me sick.. and mother's out there in the ocean.. ready to drown.. is that what they preached when we were kids ? I never came to know.. i was down for a while with random **** and they told me my words don't mean anything unless I learn with fire.. where there is hate there is desire to destroy whatever you make of it.. stranger times have weathered the storms.. those gave me the chills and I'm forgetting if I was supposed to be polite to the outside world.. the same folks who never cared if the little boy was hurt.. now Give me your solution and dissolve me of your worries.. I want that bollywood hit... where I'll be lost with a beautiful chick lost in poppy seeds. I've bled what you bleed and I was never disgusted to how it all panned out... no matter how much the school principle spent the time in screaming.. I never heard  anyone shout... MAYBE I never cared for the migraine bouts.. far too less concerned with life and all that it takes away.. always ready to run away from their dreams and what they kept out to be lost.. I was never the good child.. always pathetic and vile... ready to **** in a moment of heat.. now I've stabbed myself enough to leave.. Let me go.. let me rule my world.. let me love like no other.. I don't need your fake sisters and brothers.. I DON'T pray to your god.. I'm just happy alone in the woods... With a pair of socks and twenty dogs.. waiting for me to whistle I never came to realise.. I'm ready for your demise.. I'm ready for mine.. pray that I don't ever cross your path.. they say I have a burning mind.. too engrossed in moment of bliss.. that i don't have the time to be who's right.. But that's alright.. that's enough for a fight.. and in the night I'll pretend I've fallen asleep... dreaming about things they never let me keep.. for an age.. I was getting on the stage.. for the reapers who wouldn't really reap.. that's a thousand feet from where I've stood all my life.. holding the knife on my throat that cuts deep.. isn't it beautiful to be different when you don't know how to be anything else ? maybe a tree that isn't free ? What they cannot be And what I cannot see ? do I have to be what they tell me how it's all supposed to be ? never beautiful but always afraid.. why not be how i was made ? even though a mistake.. isn't it beautiful to be ugly..
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