A bite A bite A bite ......
yummy yummy
You are in varities,
Some of you look like triangle shape , some are round, square ,star etc
I wonder in how many way they can shape you

But out of many,
only one made even my oesophagus dry
my tongue slippery that even my saliva had never been swallowed so fast

Its you the diamond one,
a bite of you makes me forget my present,
i am lost in a world of you&me;,

Every bite of yours,
even make me taste of  a small goubles of sugar that has been used to make you,
it touches my whole mouth ,
makes my tongue watery,
the relish sound I make
"Amm amm amm amm"
with every bite of you going inside me,
even my organs are fonder by you,

Ahh Ahh!!! I bite my finger, you are over,
And then I go for another one
everytime you end........

1000 words to speak my mind
but amm'a sum it up
in 9
B- Beautiful
U-Utmost superficial
T-True
T-Tactic
E-Elegant
R-Reserved
F-Flirty
L-Laure­ate
Y-Yielding
...that is all you are to me. :-)

©The Unspoken

The clock has stopped moving;
My skin has begun bruising.
I do not wish to live on,
but mother insists.
I have gotten used to her red eyes
and tear-stained cheeks.
Her body has begun giving out,
she is not taking care of herself.
She is far too busy watching,
far too busy waiting.
I am her priority,
although she should begin to let go.
I cannot stay this way.
Our eyes catch contact
all I can see is pain.
Her hand grazes my bare scalp
and she inhales a shaking breath,
"I love you, darling. Don't leave me just yet."

--amm

Yesss
Im a black sheep so i can diguise myself
Keep an AK 47 on the shelf
Dont ask me   Who i am?
Call me ****** i really dont
Give a ****!!
Action im built tough
Since i am public enemy one
The media will never get enough
Suckas aint nothing but a bluff
Sound the alarm
As the Dj gets rough give me some of that
Funkyy stuff
**** aint never hurt nobody
Guns leads to so many dead body
Killuminati
Is what i yell stop naw get the bail
And lets free
All my brothers incarcerated for free
Smooth.  As a criminal
My rhymes subliminal maximum minimal
Is the wage im in rage
Get the twelve guage
Lets do damage to the higher powers that be
I wasnt born a sucker
Im ready to die for free
In this world
Ya need fame just to get a little love for ya name
**** hip hop is where my heart is?
But its lost dont know where it is?
Killed by the jewish society gay mafias
Women and ill know they'll despise me
Truth is what i am
Urban radiooo doesnt even slam
Promote sloppy music to keep a rate on
I used a calling card
To dail in i tell them cut that ******* off or we'll break in
Entering to the station
play old school records rock the nation
I see you hesitation
Scared of a revolt took the emcees then jolt
Them out the way cuz they gay
Fashion fad lookin' peculiar
I still wear saggy jabos stocky medium afro
*******
Is the sound **** all these club sounds
No consciousness surround
The black community im all for unity
But how when the pushin' racism G ?
But ya know my topics will get tossed
Lost in the hour of the chaos
Damnnnn!!!!!
Cuz of the rebel i amm


Sirène*

She sat upright upon a rock in the middle of the sea. Her skin, pale and wet, with curves down her torso; her bare spine arched. A tail made up of carefully constructed scales that radiated the glare of sunlight. Her chest rose and fell with each intake of breath. ******* uncovered, out in the open air. She turned her head toward a near by sailor's ship. Her lips bowed into a crooked smile as she opened her mouth, words dripped like her golden locks. She began to sing a beautiful Greek song taught by her sisters. Her muse is the gift of song, a lulliby to those who pass by. She sang the last verse and the men were lead to drowning graves that lay under the ocean's surface.
*--amm

How can you breathe out my name
when my lips cannot form the shape of yours?
How can something so impossible be mine to keep?
Your demons are my enemies ~
But I cannot find the cure
that will **** them off,
so you can live without fear,
without a worry in the world.
Breathe my name
and I will attempt once more.
You are not in solitude, my dear.
You are not left in unearthly silence.
Just breathe my name
and I will be there.

--amm

I feel inside out.

As if the inside of my flesh is exposed and vulnerable to the outside world,
susceptible to people and circumstance who poke and **** as they often  do- perhaps to test resilience.

Well what if I don't have the strength to endure?
What if it wears on me? drains me? kicks me around?

What if i don't want to get back up after I fall?
What does that make me?
Weak?
Un-stoic?
loser-like?
sensitive?
vulnerable?
tired?
apathetic?
finished?
socially suicidal?
in denial?

If i resist so much and close down so much and let my world shrink so much until i back up into the tightest corner that existence will allow,
until i resist life itself and contemplate death as a alternative to "living"

who am i after the image i've strived to maintain ever since i was taught to upkeep one is utterly obliterated?...

When I'm stripped down to my most basic layer  of inherent humanness

who am i?
Who am I!?

*WHO THE **** AMM I!!!???

Day will only leave knife marks. Can I breath can I survive? Am I alive or am I dead inside to angery to ****** to ******* made at what lifes **** will change. I have a danger inside. Me that will turn the full moon into a ****** war that only leaves scares you will never escape from the grips.


Deep down I have the scream building in me T night dressing my wounds I endure every sun rise.


My voice is soft with kind but my reflection I see in every mior all I see is a mess who. Can't and never want to see his own self.


I am vary quiet but that's just my life until I snape turning every thing In my world upside down with nothing left to survive



I can't. Take risk of seeing
My eyes when they turn glowing red with the crimson red I shed in my battles of he'll


I know I amm insane but breathing in every ones white and pure black lies is like smoking a vary addictive drug you can't escape that suffocate you.

Waiting in the silence
for the breath of cold wind
for the touch of warm hands
for the whisper of the trees

Waiting for the noise
the chirping of the birds
the croaking of the frogs
the sound of the disturbed

beauty turned sour
a hand that holds a knife
as the warm blood drips down and down
you could have saved my life

You once said I was horrid
a person with no style
too fat, too rude
but now look at me

Am I pretty now?
All skin and bones
my face covered in red, hot blood
as it drips down my ashen face

Amm I pretty now?
With styled hair
with fake nails
and make-up on

Am I pretty now
wasting away
I just wanted you to say
I was pretty