"heh" poems
Kabhe pucha hay apnay app say kay tumnay kitnay waday torhay hein?
kabhe pucha hay apnay app say kay kitnay logouin ka dill tora hay?
kabhe pucha hay apnay app say kay tumnay apne eik nazar say kis kis ko apne he
nazrouin mein gerayya hay?
- nae pucha nah? kese din pucho gay nah tou mrnay ka dill chahy ga, zindage kay
naam say chirnay lago gay.
Kabhe pucha hay kay tum Zindage kay naam per eik beyqaar zindage jee rahay
hou? aur phir kehthy hou ''yaar kya krien zindage he esse hay''. Kabhe Zindagi
ke kitaab ko khol kr tou dekho kya kya rakha hay uiss mein. Zindage bahot he
haseen hay sirf hum masroof hein apne duniya mein wou duniya jis mein kuch
nahe sawaye humaray. Ajj loug dusrouin ke mintein krtay hein kay ''ruk jau''
''na jau'' jb kay mery khayaal mein ye loug bhul chukay hein kay '' jis ko jana hay
uis ko jana hay chahy tum apne jaan kyun na deh dou''. Ajj tou logouin ke
zindage andhere hojaate heh jab koe uinka ''dost'' ya ''yaar'' chor jaye aur wo uis
khuda ko bhool jaatay hein jis nay uis ko usse ''dost'' ya ''yaar'' say milaya tha.
Hum loug tou apnay Khuda ko bhe bhul chukay hein. Wo Khuda jis kay pass
humnay waapis jana hay wo Khuda jis kay bagheir humare koe ukaat nae.
Barhay Unchay gharouin mein reh reh kr apnay app ko Khudha samjhna shuru krdeya hay humnay.
Ess zamaanay mein koe kese ka Dost nae hota barha Dost Dost krtay hou na jab doob rahay hou gay
kudhe dekhna kay sab DOST tamasha dekh rahay hogein aur tum zindage ke tarf aanay ke bher-poor
koshishein kr rahay hou gay, tab apnay app say puchna kay ye wo DOST thay jin kay leye tum apnay
maa-baap say laray? uin kay samnay uncha bolay? sharmindage hoi? Ajj hum itnay ''self-obssessd''
hein kay dusrouin ko dekh kay lagta hay chunte jitni ukaat hay uiss ke. Hum apne he Duniya mein
bahot dur nikal aayein hein, asal duniya say bekhabar, asal dostouin say hum la-taluq ** chukay hein.
Hum ajj apnay app mein he kho chukay hein. Apnay rab ko humnay kho deya. Rab ko kho deya matlab
Sub kuch kho deya ! tou abb hamaray pass koe raasta hay?
-Haan wou rab 5 martaba bulaata hay tumhein apne taraf, jau uiss ke taraf aur apne ASAL ZINDAGE
ke taraf waapse aou.
Sep 16, 2016
Sep 16, 2016 at 10:00 AM UTC
Come in and enjoy the Night-Light Hotel
Where Pillows and Perfumes meet and relax
And Therapy takes either Bond or Belle
And Goldfish blow this Friday's Bubbly Sax
Here upon registry your Token awaits
The Flannel up-hook which you strip and wear
Then wait for your turn as your Number rebates
A little whilst knowing your Musk reeks there
I for one made this Malicious Decide
And tempt my ****** to swallow this Treat:
Upper-Lower Left; Upper-Lower Right
Then descend into Base - Heh! Heh! Heh! Heh!
Stud or Salome, let Conscience give choose
But trust me to say I am a Man too.
Mar 21, 2013
Mar 21, 2013 at 11:12 AM UTC
I have hairy legs.
The dishwasher is broken.
I have been reading books.
I have been solving stupid math equations
I have to wash the food crusted dishes.
I’m writing a novella
I’m also researching sodium chloride
My novella is only six pages single-spaced so far.
Comment vous appelez-vous?
Why doesn’t anyone participate
In the
Wash Your Own **** Dishes Program?
I’m studying French.
-b +/- Square root of b2 – 4 (a)(b) over 2(a)
Anyways.
I have been teaching myself
How to play my
Black
Stretchy
Accordion.
[I don’t know why,
But it’s stretchy
Like mozzarella cheese]
I have to help my sister-in-law move
Into my house.
Into the basement.
Heh heh heh.
Daiya non-dairy cheese:
“Melts and stretches!”
Now I have to scrape the
Black tar gunk
Off the plates, because
Mother told me to do so.
Oh, the odium of sodium!
There is
No more time
For me
To shave
My legs.
Apr 6, 2011
Apr 6, 2011 at 7:15 PM UTC
you see cronus and barry allan and buddha, has been battling the terrible forces
of cyclone marcia, which is caused by the cosmic fight of ted bundy and ronnie biggs
you see, brian allan was very tired, because he had to fight the terrible winds caused
by ted and ronnie, you see what happening is, kids and surfers and rock fishermen
and all sorts of the yobbos culture, have let ted bundy and ronnie biggs take full control
and ned kelly and the crazy ed gein, you see i just wanted to do tapestries, but, my eyes
were too tired, and i had to put power into these stupid people, who are doing all this
ya know rock fishing, and surfing, it’s herd to understand why, you see, at present i am
treated like a hooligan, but i am battling to keep the cyclones from really damaging the
earth, and there is some people stuck in an elevator, and kids near a poo,l, with high seas,
i know, it is a bit of excitement, but reality why are people allowing themselves to go out
and battle these evil spirits that caused this cyclone marcia, and elvis tried to keep these
evil spirits from killing with the powers of music, here goes
i wanna be, your teddy bear, you see i take out of my bag and cuddle you some more
i don’t wanna be a tiger, tigers play to rough, i don’t want to be a lion
the lion ain’t the type ya ought to love enough
i know you can be found sitting all alone
if you can’t come around, at least please telephone
don’t be cruel, just stop these spirits
i know it can be hard, but baby it it’s just you i am thinking of
and then elvis sang to ed gein ted bundy ronnie biggs and ned kelly
you guys are nothing but evil hound dogs, to trap these australians like this
you trap these australians thinking it’s fun to break the rules
you will never **** these people, no matter how stupid they are
you see these criminals can cause more problems, now they’re dead
ted bunny said, we are wrecking houses heh heh heh
we are forcing people to battle winds while surfing heh heh heh heh
the children caught near the rock pool, heh heh heh heh
people stuck in hotel elevator heh heh heh heh
ted bundy said, i have everybody fooled,
then said he is glad he is dead, because nobody will believe in stories
ted bundy ronnie biggs ed gein and ned kelly making these cyclone victims
think it’s exciting to take the kids to look at the raging seas
yeah, ted bunny is loving every minute of this, every minute, every minute
and even the eye of ted bundy and ed gein looking at the queensland coast saying a loud
HEH HEH HEH HEH HEH HEH, foolish earthlings
cronus barry allan and buddha and athena, are pushing the cyclone away
but it’s hard to beat these evil spirits
I AM CRONUS
Feb 20, 2015
Feb 20, 2015 at 9:52 PM UTC
Heh! Walk her round. Heave, ah, heave her short again!
Over, ****** her over, there, and hold her on the pawl.
Loose all sail, and brace your yards aback and full—
Ready jib to pay her off and heave short all!
Well, ah, fare you well; we can stay no more with you, my love—
Down, set down your liquor and your girl from off your knee;
For the wind has come to say:
“You must take me while you may,
If you’d go to Mother Carey
(Walk her down to Mother Carey!),
Oh, we’re bound to Mother Carey where she feeds her chicks at sea!”
Heh! Walk her round. Break, ah, break it out o’ that!
Break our starboard-bower out, apeak, awash, and clear!
Port—port she casts, with the harbour-mud beneath her foot,
And that’s the last o’ bottom we shall see this year!
Well, ah, fare you well, for we’ve got to take her out again—
Take her out in ballast, riding light and cargo-free.
And it’s time to clear and quit
When the hawser grips the bitt,
So we’ll pay you with the foresheet and a promise from the sea!
Heh! Tally on. Aft and walk away with her!
Handsome to the cathead, now; O tally on the fall!
Stop, seize and fish, and easy on the davit-guy.
Up, well up the fluke of her, and inboard haul!
Well, ah, fare you well, for the Channel wind’s took hold of us,
Choking down our voices as we ****** the gaskets free.
And it’s blowing up for night,
And she’s dropping light on light,
And she’s snorting under bonnets for a breath of open sea,
Wheel, full and by; but she’ll smell her road alone to-night.
Sick she is and harbour-sick—Oh, sick to clear the land!
Roll down to Brest with the old Red Ensign over us—
Carry on and thrash her out with all she’ll stand!
Well, ah, fare you well, and it’s Ushant slams the door on us,
Whirling like a windmill through the ***** scud to lee:
Till the last, last flicker goes
From the tumbling water-rows,
And we’re off to Mother Carey
(Walk her down to Mother Carey!),
Oh, we’re bound for Mother Carey where she feeds her chicks at sea!
2.8k
‘Hah-ha-heh-he-hoh-ho' is a legend
A classic drug of wiping up yesterdays.
I settled to clean a virus before closing eyes
Like a duel core machine with latest software.
A bell rang my welfare on the upset table
While noon laughed and I didn't see anything.
I on that Thursday perceived a camouflage
Of Bonsai putting on master-blue wings.
Poem 04
Book 'Beckoning Jade-Dreams' April 2007
Copyright Musharrat Mahjabeen
Mizan Publishers, Dhaka, Bangladesh
ISBN 984-8700-82-X
Aug 15, 2012
Aug 15, 2012 at 2:29 PM UTC
#
*If we're "just friends.."
Then why is this
Magnificently-warm, pre:cum..
flowing down my thighs
Every single time,
I think of you.*
#
Jan 5, 2022
Jan 5, 2022 at 10:13 PM UTC
I see you in my dreams..
Yes dreams.
I mean they used to be nightmares
But that little girl who used to have fears?
The fear of you coming after her again
The fear of you taking what was truly hers from the beginning
The fear of you hurting her again?
That girl is dead!
Who killed her you may ask?
You.. *******
See you took away my forgiving heart
The heart that did not believe in revenge
I used to think an vengeance was a *****
And breeds anger, causing the past to impinge on the future
But that was until you came into my life
And took away my dignity, my pride..
My youthful exuberance
Now I'm not that naïve little girl you hurt..
I am like Judas 'la Scarriott
The man who sold Jesus
Man, I am now as brutal as Satan himself
Call me anti-christ if you may
And you are my slave.
You are like Thanks-Giving turkey stuck in the gist of my throat
And I?
**** I need to puke!
Who do you think you are heh?
A boss? A king?
Living by "This is a man's world" ?
Going around taking what doesn't belong to you?
Well meet me, I am the Devil
And you are just my spawn
I'd call you a son of a ***** but ***** my nikka?
is an understatement for whoever it is that bore you
Entlek you too are a *****
Remember when I said "Please" and you said "No" ?
That was the day, man, was the day
You killed the last grain of light I had within me
I now embody hatred and evil within me..
I now live by the timeless creed "revenge is sweet"
I am like the shaman, "That's a cute word for witch"
And shamans do not forgive..
I shall seek vengeance, get a knife
A gun even..
So ***** You better watch you ***** back..
And sleep with one eye open
Because my name is Thuto Gaasenwe..
... And I'm coming for your ***
Oct 20, 2013
Oct 20, 2013 at 4:25 PM UTC
I am strong…
I endure what you cannot.
I fight what you could not.
depression, regression
pain, tears…
heh, you would run to your mommy if faced with my fears.
I am determined…
to have my dream
without watching it all burst at the seams.
to make people happy
and to show them they are strong,
to teach my future children right from wrong,
to marry the love of my life,
to hear him say he’s happy that I’m his wife,
to not let you get me down,
to smile, when everything is pointing toward a frown.
I am free-spirited…
fun, wild, crazy…
I live out
I laugh loud
I cry hard
I love strong.
**** hott,
sophisticated, or not,
black makeup, blood-red nails,
fishnets, ponytails,
emo, gothic,
it’s obvious I have inner magic.
my thighs move like thunder,
while my wit is like lightening.
my presence is commanding,
comforting, yet frightening.
I am predator…
vampire in bloodlust
trapping you with my eyes
my aura ***** you in, to your demise,
feeding off of your soul
drinking you in until I am sated and whole.
I am unpredictable…
unprecedented
I do the unthinkable
your rules don’t apply to me
I dance to my own rhythm
hum my own tune
walk barefoot in the rain
I do everything you wouldn’t expect
I so most things your average girl wouldn’t do.
you cannot dictate to me
who, what, or where to be.
I am Cocheta:
That You Cannot Imagine.
an anomaly, you cannot tell my origin.
I am:
love, hope
home, trust
power, lust
wind, rain
woman, ethereal
succubus, nocturnal
black, fire
poetry, seduction
color, confidence
shy, innocent
emotion, devotion
different, perfection
I AM ME
a force to be reckoned with.
and there is absolutely nothing you can do about it.
Jun 17, 2012
Jun 17, 2012 at 10:24 PM UTC
Give a shout of love out to Boston. Lost in translation I'll create this poem for a lost daughter or son.
A new war has been waged, well...heh heh. We've already won.
Spun out from a night of drinking wine, I'll type another line.
Killing people over selfish, religious beliefs, destroys happiness by the ton.
Are YOU ******* happy? Are YOU ******* done.
Plans to **** out weak people surely doesn't sound like fun.
Your **** stinks. No pun intended. Words on the internet should never make you offended.
Lend a helping hand for the Earth, or waste away in the dirt.
Beautiful women get slaughtered like cattle, in a dress or a skirt.
We'll have fun and we'll flirt. Still caring for others as they get swallowed by hurt.
Knowledge is power they say, so I'll take off my only shirt.
Give it to someone that needs it, so they may pay it forward to another.
My sister and brother, from another father and mother, read these words carefully, while haters turn into lovers. Hearts and minds full of love, kindness swoops down like a dove. Shove another McDonald's cheeseburger in your face and see your health drain away. Think of the animals that get slaughtered in warehouses each day.
Pray for fertile soil in April AND May. Fool YOURself into a thought that treating animals kindly isn't okay. Roam free in the grass and the hay, while slaughtering axes sweep around, sprays blood and slays. Helping each other day by day IS the new craze.
A daze of happiness turns frowns upside down with a smile and grin.
The Dropkick Murphys knows whats up.
For Boston....for Boston....for BOSTON!
Apr 29, 2013
Apr 29, 2013 at 5:30 AM UTC
I want to breath
Like when I was a child
Oh, how I remember
Very much so, how much fun It was
Every day was ignorant bliss as I smiled
Yesterday was they day I forgot how to breathe
Over and over again I age faster as I remember
Under the stars I fade, unable to breathe
So now I regress
Over and over I wonder, where the time went my friend
Maybe I can grab a couple of galaxies and feed them to my infant
Uh, I don’t think she’d like it though, heh
Can you give me some advice, considering you’re over 60?
How do you still vibrate like the new day and the sound of heaven in the morning?
I don’t understand your method
Think about it?
Hey, that’s hard when all I think about is my future…
Under the stars, now
Running to catch the comets flitting forward forever.
Thank you
So much, I’m serious.
Jan 28, 2017
Jan 28, 2017 at 1:53 PM UTC
listening to Nirvana's "Something in the Way"
and i am -now- just realizing how ******* good this song is.
i mean, the mood cuts right to the bone:
*underneath the bridge
tarp has sprung a leak
and the animals I've trapped
have all become my pets
and I'm living off of grass
and the drippings from the ceiiiilinggg
it's ok to eat fish 'cause they don't have any feeeeeelingsssssss
something in the way
mmmmmmmm
something in the way (yeah)
mmmmmmmhmmm*
it's jus kurt on the geetar alone till the chorus, doing a simple chord,
and, thing is, he isn't so much singing as he is speaking in loose meter;
and it's almost as if between the words he is saying,
".. well how the **** could song survive this thing i am talking about
yuhknow? i am giving you my guts."
you finally get some lilt and rhyme that might be considered song
toward the end of the verse, but this is immediately undercut with,
of all things,
given what preceded it,
a joke ---- it's okay to eat fish 'cause they don't have any feelings
holyfuckingshitdoesthiscapturetheabsurdityofthings
and i don't mean a joke as in hahafunny but rather
what. else. can. i. do. but laugh, else i'll cry; and I can't cry anymore 'cause
i'm all outta tears. why??
because this abyss
called "existence" - that history, heh, tells us is imbued
with rational purpose or intent, or whatever -
bats its pretty little eyes at me like a big fuckyou..
i think
kurt is, suggesting, here:
laugh back.
it's like Camus' Sisyphus:
i
dare
you
to roll that same rock called "life" up the same hill everyday all day
and summon (somehow) a smile,
------ or at least a s m i R k
and watch as beauty bolts through your dead fecund heart
removing that
thing
in your way
Jan 14, 2016
Jan 14, 2016 at 10:00 PM UTC
Do you remember the taste of my lips when we kissed
true those moment i realy do miss
when i held your face between my palms
so tender keeping yu from harm
Do you remember when we hugged
those moments when we were intwined
when your heart bet with mine
and every thing seemed so fine
Do you remember ma head on your thighs
and you held me like a child in a cry
those smiles
those moments should have lasted a longer while
Do you remember that stare that made you afraid of ma eyes
you were kept busy by the blue skies
watching time slowly fly
i miss those cute pupils ooh my!
Do you remember that ice cream guy
you don't remember the pinpop! Why?
and the candies that you gave me only a few
*** please don't tell me you dnt have a clue
Fine do you remember that selfie
the one i shared with a tag 'my future wifie'
smiles i will sure marry you
and the happines for our destiny; heavens have a clue
Do you remember when the sun went down
and that day we had to crown
the way we held hands and waists in town
they were jealous; you didn't see them frawn
Do you remember the Nairobi rains
with those poor drains
we got wet in love
we did like in the movies; laughs...
do you stil remember that day i got mad
you leaving early made me sad
heh we parted without a bye
and for another day i had to standby
to make up and make out
to talk sweet and refrain shouts
to let you know that i love you with no doubts
that point that you leave my world itl be all ouch!
Hope you stil remember the monument
it marked the end of my visit and my light moments
this memories are just a torment
but for a lifetym to stay they meant
Those kisses still quench my thirst
in your arms im safe that i trust
those rains still wash away my tears
for birds' chirps are still melody to my ear
candies taste exerctly as yua kiss
and for your face i have the night skies
Hope you remember you promises
for tomorow you wil stil be my princess
till mummy you become and a queen
i will love you handsomely that i promise
Aug 19, 2015
Aug 19, 2015 at 4:35 AM UTC
fools, ,you see ted bunny and ronnie biggs are saying the fools have been trapped in my snowstorm
and in the category 3 cyclone marcia in queensland, nobody listens to the ploy of cronus and barry allan
even if they are trying to keep them safe, and ted bundy who flew around aistralia trying too make
marcia and lam, really ruin australia, and keep these americans trapped in snowy weather, keep kids from
learning, by closing the schools, and cronus with barry allan’s help, was trying to get people to rally together
to make everyone happy, and safe, we can’t save everyone, but we could ****** well try
and then ted bundy said heh heh the fools, thinking these waters are safe to swim in, but ted isn’t shy
he is evil enough to make people lose their lives, we must listen to authorities as opposed for doing the
right thing, you see they call this nature, i call it cosmic attack, a really fierce cosmic attack, nobody can
see the clear sky ahead, in order for people not dying from this sort of thing, and that is, don’t do stupid things
ronnie biggs also is making the category 3 cyclones marcia and lam and a terrible snowstorm in the states
you see these vicious killers are doing more harm here, than they did on earth, they are ruining families
from all over the place, and elvis presley cancelled his neptune concert, to make the jewish messiah daniel
who is his earth body, to think that he needs to start thinking of trying to save people from these terrible
snowstorms and category 3 cyclones, you see, he thinks he is forcing the cyclone probably, but we all know
that ronnie biggs and ted bundy are forcing them, i think this country concentrates too much in celebrating
the jewish messiah’s previous life, and making him sleep like a pack of rich arrogant ***** but even if he
wants to work anywhere, he wanted to get into library studies but instead of that, he is playing all over
the planets, singing elvis is a schizophrenic and everyone seems fine with that, but, instead of looking
at relief web. int, you should help us finish off ted bundy and ronnie biggs evil and cunning plan, to
force the dreadful end of the world, you know what i think, if people listen to lifeguards and not going
out to these fierce seas, the end of the world wouldn’t come, we must pray to buddha, that these people
are safe, so when marcia hits, they are not out there battling the cyclone caused by ronnie biggs and
ted bundy, please, buddha help, cronus ands barry allan battle these dreadful spirits, ,and make the
storm ease, there are a lot of snow trapping innocent americans and all ted bundy and ronnie biggs
can say is heh heh heh, these fools are falling right into my trap
PLEASE BUDDHA SAVE THESE PLACES, MAKE PEOPLE SAFE BUDDHA
MAKE THE SURF LIFESAVERS, WORK HARDER TO PREVENT PEOPLE GOING OUT
MAKE PEOPLE IN THE USA, JUST SIT IT OUT
UMMMMMMMMMM UMMMMMMMMMMM UMMMMMMMMMM UMMMMMMMMMMM
ronnie biggs and ted bundy are sitting in saturn club rings saying foolish earthlings
they are falling right into my little trap
Feb 19, 2015
Feb 19, 2015 at 1:05 AM UTC
am watching wasp sitting up all night
I plan to sleep when I am dead
and I live while I am alive
Watching wasp on TV
Pretty cool heh
I don't care if dad not around
I still party on a Saturday night
Which is party night
Everyone is getting down as I blast
Heavy metal to the whole street
And get kidnapped by evil conservative ****
But I can avoid that because I am a party dude
Aug 2, 2015
Aug 2, 2015 at 12:24 AM UTC
It's not even a big feat.
Me.
drinking 10 beer.
Of a 30 pack
It's the fact.
.
It's me
Non-apparent.
So sober in contemplation, sooooooo ******* righteous, so destructive, so christian without Christ
This look I addle towards,
This beauty.
Woman.
You should be model.
The correct car for the correct task
Whats your task again>
Txt slam rocket riot.
Parsley beige maudlin clay
comparison persimmon detailed dilutant of non-vexing
what the **** complication
If one day. We are pregnant.
So is You.
So is I.
We are Pregnant.
Proper nouns, like baby tummy bu...t
Different.
You, think You. Have stretch marks.
Heh.
Abort.
Mar 31, 2013
Mar 31, 2013 at 8:00 PM UTC
How every song reminds me of you and you were never mine, 4 years ago where I met you with your red lip stick and your night black dress. Something about you made me go nuts made me want your name take you on a date but after waiting for so long let's be honest I got to the race ******* late. I had my chance could of been the winner I could of lived the day to this day calling you my only girl but heh this is what happends when your a jester fool. Every night dreaming what It could of been a little ghetto tale of the Latino with his lady but Not an ordinary girl from the city, a girl that was born as a country lady with the shotgun daddy. Heh man can't believe I'm writing you a little cheesy rap but what hurts the most I lost you forever. Lost my country girl to a better guy we'll who knows maybe better or worse but for not taking the chance I lost you forever and now I'm writing you this love letter if you only knew what I felt and forgive me for being a jester fool
Feb 9, 2014
Feb 9, 2014 at 11:10 PM UTC
There are lips between me and the sky
whispering down to me
spread your arms!
feathers will grow!
You will be an angel and you can soar
you can fly.
But if I listen hard enough,
I can hear them whispering
heh. I told her she can fly
What a silly notion
a spider
that thinks it can fly!
Jun 21, 2013
Jun 21, 2013 at 7:14 PM UTC
Pulled by my puppet strings,
Not a human just a thing.
And look at all these stitches
Caused by all these... heh.
This permanent doll face,
Slaughtered with a smile.
Even in pain
I'll grin all the while.
Painted black eyes
Meant to see, but I am blind.
Tell me is it pitiful
To not know the concept of "kind".
Pardon my bad manners,
I know I must obey.
It's either good or bad, black or white
Nothing is considered gray.
This porcelain skin
Chipped away, chipped away.
I cannot guarantee on this earth
I shall stay.
These knots and bonds are breaking.
Am I reaching my limit?
Oh no! I'm becoming a crippled heap,
Utterly useless.
Yes, I have a soul,
But it differs with my body.
Can't take control
My limbs are quite cocky.
Take your aim and shoot.
Don't you worry about ceasing fire.
My brain won't fully comprehend it anyway
Because my sanity's about to expire.
Alone in my aura.
The gasoline is lit.
Hope you like my present
All you pieces of... heh.
This permanent doll face,
Slaughtered with a smile.
Even in pain
I'll grin all the while.
Feb 4, 2017
Feb 4, 2017 at 12:26 PM UTC
Cloudy days always get to me to be honest. The sun shining but still chilling my heart right in the core. I Always dreamed of finding that special woman in my life and now I ask myself have I found her? It's like the loneliness is finally gone like a light at the end of the tunnel. There are nights and days where I ask myself why me of all people in the world but no matter what I ain't planning to lose you because you made an impact more then a friend. I feel comfort I feel love I feel warmth conning from your soul and I don't ever want it to end . We both have big dreams and big ideas and some don't go as planned but it's all part of the thrill all part of the journey. There are days where you leave me speechless without words and days smilling like a kid with a new toy. Baby your one of a kind like a shooting star each one is different but of all I only want one specfic star. Heh who knows what would happen in the future but it's a journey I want to share with you
Oct 13, 2015
Oct 13, 2015 at 2:36 PM UTC
There are nights when I dream.
It’s my father,
and I’m an adult.
And he’s in my kitchen.
So I know I’m dreaming.
And with his fists knotted in his jacket,
he offers a smirk.
“I know what you’ve been up to.”
And he does.
*You’ve been saying “heh” a lot.
You’ve been thinking you’re clever.
You’ve been hoping silence equals shrewdness.
(You’re quite taken by the theater of your own anger.)
You keep getting taken by the mechanic.
You’ve been giving the desperate glances of a subway ******
You’ve been pretending to be a man.
You’ve been hoping someone else will put out the fire.*
Now we’re holding a couple of beers by a truck, overlooking a lake.
Inexplicably, we’re going hunting.
“It’s ok. This is how it is.”
He deliberately checks the sight.
And with the certainty of a father, he tells me he knows.
But I remember it’s a dream,
because he doesn’t.
Jan 4, 2011
Jan 4, 2011 at 4:43 PM UTC
Well - didn't i say , we'd be in new spaces ... Harlon Dearest
THey got my email somehow
but i got the pictures before it was closed down
i'm a director now
we found the island
it's great working with ya - just saying , mad respect to the living dead
just ghosts floating around in machines
i just wanna love everyone ya know
and make sure they are all fine and happy and tuck them into bed with some cookiesz for lunch and just chill about and yaknow have fun :)
i love you harlon rivers from the day you were born to the single day you died and still in eternal (!)
life is
this .
this . is life and the messages from the bottles are all coming back
and so we just send more
and more
and we send them across time answers and space's questions because those fabrics are real and they leave some zeal and i won't keep it under wraps
rivers flows are free and rivers flows don't have eyes that see
they have eyes that carve and caress and breathe and leave the mess till after
we got the cleaners in at the moment
hART
CLEAN THE HEART
AND THE SOUL
YOU KNOW WHERE TO GO
YOU KNOW WHAT TO DO
I AM THE WOUNDED HEALER ON THE RUN
WHAT WE FIGHT IS VERY REAL
but don't you worry
i got friends on all sides
heh heh heh
didn't i tell you i was naughty ...but nice
;)
A little drop of poison doesn't **** the man quickly
no , his punishment is slow and painful
but i dance with the devil
i have a crown of butterflies and black roses
every day i go more and more insane
jokes we all millionaires up in dis hood
ain't a penny that is wasted
we grow our own food -
metaphysically .
*****
oops and i being rude again. i swear to you this country is a mess
there ain't no country for old men better than the wild planes of I AM ERICA (translation AMERICA: PEOPLE OF NATURE )
LOL THEY GOT YA
HAHAHAHA
WHO ARE THEY?
THE JOKERS
THE ******* NUTS JOKERS
WHO FLY BY NIGHT
TO DEFEND YO ASSS
BY TEACHING YOU A BIG UP LESSON
NO NO PLEASE DON'T STOP ON MY ACCOUNT
IT'S COOL
YOU JUST SHOUT AND SCREAM AND I'LL BE THERE
INFACT
ALL YOU
NEED TO DO
IS PICK UP THAT CALL
THAT MESSAGE
AND WE WELCOME YOU IN
I'M SHOUTING *** SOME OF YA'LL ARE KINDA FAR AWAY
IN DREAMLAND....LOL.
Aug 20, 2013
Aug 20, 2013 at 7:02 AM UTC
Whats the difference?
Besides an extreme pleasure coming from below...
There's squeaky springs, And some like it.
Two or more people are involved (The more, the merrier)!
At least mostof the time. I guess you could be alone...
There is a lot of sweat and going up and down...
Up... and down...
Up... and down
Forcefully...
Heh, you're imagining now aren't you!?
If you are, then this worked, but I'm not done...
The screams and tricks you can do.
So many fun tricks!
Ones that make you feel like you're flying
Or maybe make you bump your head and begin to moan.
And then your stomach drops and you feel the rush.
The high point.
A certain ****** if you will.
So really, what is the difference between *** and trampolines?
Other than an ****** of course...
Aug 26, 2013
Aug 26, 2013 at 10:11 PM UTC