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XI • VI • MMXXIV
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blood drips.
i can feel it on my fingertips,
i can taste it on your lips.
how did we get here?
i am drowning in fear.
there's no escape plan near.
they keep taking.
a nightmare waking.
we keep breaking.
the air is thickening,
gunshots quickening,
this is all so sickening.
blood pools.
genocide fuels.
american jewels.
Nov 6, 2024
Nov 6, 2024 at 10:04 PM UTC
I have no perspective, I
bring nothing new.
I absorb everything, I
am pressed to consume.
I consume. They press me,
to consume me, to imbibe,
to savor the flavor of
the fruits to their labor.
I'm impressed you haven't
yet guessed my game correctly.
(. . .rebranding. . .)
I'm impressed you haven't
yet guessed my game.
If I'm alive, then we're ******
If I die, then you're ******
May 6, 2019
May 6, 2019 at 11:41 PM UTC
These days, the sun sleeps against
a wistful twisting of violet blue.
Pretention? Brake pad. You
told me that
my cadence is lyrical,
so, which is it, Mister?
I know myself to hell.
The mistake I keep making
is letting another tell
me they know me
just as well.
I mean, maybe.
I mean, maybe.
-- though, the more often you say it,
I can't help but think that the odds
come up in your favor ever less.
I know myself to hell.
The mistake I keep making
is letting another tell
me they know me
just as well.
May 6, 2019
May 6, 2019 at 9:22 PM UTC
Papa sat
on his porch
smoking cigarettes.
Papa sat
on his porch
drinking black coffee.
Papa sat
on his porch
watching history
repeat itself.
Would he have lied
about this life?
What did he do?
Do I care?
He's dead. He's done.
He's my black bread.
Would he have lied
about this life?
What did he do?
Do I care? Do I care?
Papa said,
Don't lie.
Don't ever cut your ties
on accident, with some
accidental psychosis.
Kid, know your mind.
Kid, live your life.
Papa said,
Don't break.
Don't snap yourself in half
folding for other eyes,
Please,
Keep living, Kid.
Learn to bend.
May 3, 2019
May 3, 2019 at 3:05 PM UTC
I do regret my mistakes,
can't let my regret take away
my drive to do great things.
I do strive for steady strides,
can't let my impetus subside
behind the crashing waves.
I do regret my mistakes,
can't let my regret steal away
my drive to correct myself.
Oh, baby, I
have so
very many
mistakes
to fix, to mend
the marks
on display,
I'll start
with the one who
made the
mistakes.
I will bridge the past
to the future and I'll use
the present as the sling
with which I'll send my self.
I'll be great.
Apr 26, 2019
Apr 26, 2019 at 7:15 PM UTC
You wrap around
me, like a fog.
Haze of bitter
sweet miasma.
Smothering.
Smothering.
Apr 20, 2019
Apr 20, 2019 at 2:55 AM UTC
No one
worth your time
will give a ****
honey.
No one
worth your love
will give a fight,
baby.
Learn your personality.
Learn humility.
Work on the flaws.
Defend your deepened heart.
No one
worth your time
will give a ****
lovey.
No one
worth your art
will give a fight,
child.
Deep and directed,
do. Those deep
in the win or the lose
will see you
taking a tragic loss,
but you'll know.
And that's enough!
Oh my good ness
***** how ee gonna be?
God Almighty, shot
me, now I fall like lightning.
The mass effect
best keep you ***** earth low --
so make them fail:
haul all of your mines tow.
Anyone want a piece of this?
The more you *****
the more I'll **** --
Home court, that's how it goes,
but on my court
you switch your roles.
Is the first base defense
another defensive pretense?
Duh.
Apr 17, 2019
Apr 17, 2019 at 6:35 PM UTC
Reject
logic & respect
empathy --
expecting delivery,
goods given,
same goods returned.
I wanted to
merge into you,
the first sight
of your face.
Still do.
Still do.
I still do.
I still ******* do.
I want to
fall
into you.
Apr 13, 2019
Apr 13, 2019 at 6:26 PM UTC
This happened before.
Your eyes. Your world.
Your lust. Your lies.
This happened before.
Your heart. Your hurt.
Your best. Your worst.
This happened before.
Your taste. Your scent.
Your loss. Your win.
One could say, I have a taste
for the familiar.
Grace, is still waiting alone,
for me to see my mistakes.
but
I see the shapes.
I see the forms.
I dip my toes in the destruction.
I fail, to be reborn.
Apr 13, 2019
Apr 13, 2019 at 11:54 AM UTC
Circus Who Cares
arrives by night, places
fliers in torchlight.
Circus Some ****
riding train. Look
where graffiti is facing.
It's true, tracks can divide.
John Hughes marketed lies.
It's true, it's difficult --
But in this cult, none of us
wants to be you.
F < |< 666
Apr 13, 2019
Apr 13, 2019 at 3:08 AM UTC
I write because you exist, It s because you hurt me and make me happy at the same time
Maybe we make life to complicated when
it s so simple
If you love someone tell them
If you miss someone tell them
If you care about her tell her
But me , I become so stupid that I lose a chance to be with her maybe for a lifetime
But I write this because my tells something different
Until now this love is still begging for you to know
Until when ?
Until I write many poems about you
And show all it to you to make you feel how my love is deep for only you
Nov 6, 2015
Nov 6, 2015 at 4:27 AM UTC
Passionate kisses, touching, arousing, pleasing,
Leaving a trail of sensations, covering
Every inch of my body, finally being
Adored by your mouth, watching you
Sweat and starting to writhe, the pleasure is
Even more than I thought possible, ever.
From moments like that, to moments like these,
Usually, I'm not that much of a tease, please...
Come on, get a little closer, wrap me up in you,
Kick off the **** covers, I really wanna move
Moments are to be savored, with a sweet ****** thrill,
Even after I'm devoured, I want so much more, still....
Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 11:38 AM UTC