"chones" poems
You're the baby of the zodiac which means you're probably still wearing a diaper because you are too ******* impatient to **** in the toilet like the rest of us. If you're not still wearing a diaper, you're walking around with **** stains in your chones with your head held high. Your ruling planet is Mars, so be careful of straining your **** when constipated. You're more prone to hemorrhoids than any other zodiac sign. You need lots of attention, yet you fail to acknowledge and accept that the reason you're not getting any is because you smell like ****
Advice: Learn how to use the ******* toilet and change your underwear daily.
Jul 1, 2015
Jul 1, 2015 at 12:14 AM UTC
In the midst of conversation
A top conversation,
Atop conversation
What do we speak of ?
Something quite brand new...
Processed so late.
But, in the moment a blend of Hues.
Simply shades that have no name.-
A painting nameless
But, purely painless
trapped in a circle of jargon.
I'm sure I'll hear that car again?
it was implied...
Smoke in the face
A massage, noises I cant recreate
A simple serenade of two.
But not sure which fire Would choose.
These Chones are cute-
A challenge
Burn!
I feel it coming.
A breath on coals.
It Burns
Continuously Burning me
Continuosly mocking me.
under the breathe I heard the. Words.
It would never be so.
The rush came and the.
Rush will go.
Was it all real.
An assumption that feeds the mold it fuels it self and eats me whole.
Words only to describe the gestures that keep it alive
the exchange of words. Would never be comprehended.
Sep 2, 2015
Sep 2, 2015 at 4:36 AM UTC