"hines" poems
My lipstick
My lipstick a deep shade of burgundy
Traced outline of my imprint on the inner most part of your thigh
Excites me!
Thoughts leave me lingering rolling around in your bed
Kisses like foot prints of a path to your navel
My lipstick compliments your skin tone
He grabs the delicate
Splendor the curvature
Which is ***
Mounted upon strength
Switching places a dispiteous
Gaze of disambiguation and a subtle smile
Might be here for awhile
My lipstick
Smeared along your neck deep crimson
Leaves intricate detail of mouth on
Caramel colored skin. Sweet like a work of art
My lipstick traced outline on the inner most part
Of your thigh.
Written by MONICA CHRISANDTRAS HINES
Sep 16, 2014
Sep 16, 2014 at 10:18 PM UTC
Men give less value to a Promiscuous or immoral woman, and sometime she’s a victim not the circumstance, why do men hold less value to the hurt that is caused because they heard you get around or you trusted them with your secrets?
Some choose to pursue a faithless, unworthy, or idolatrous desire only to find out this person this ***** does have a heart and *** is not meaningless ,to scurry around and bounce from bed to bed giving disregard to the countless broken hearts laid by a path of deceitful pleasure should you be so lucky??
Who gives a **** about a ***** or ***** or ********** they’ll get over it, there used to it, does it not come with the job or there easy! Not always true even a ***** needs love or the ********** needs genuine affection.
Why do you not care enough to hold them and or ease their pain if their hurting as well ,defined love and what’s valuable to you ….I don’t care about her I hurt my family but you cared enough to slip your **** up in her …and or have it ****** !
****** have feelings too!
You took your time and played out the situation, found a vulnerable place to lay you head even enjoyed getting in between this WHORE's legs ,now you’re feeling some sort of way and she has to go because after all she’s a ***** and the pleasure was mutual, she was your refuge an open ear in your time of need ..But she still a *****
WHY bother??
written by Monica Chrisandtras Hines
Sep 29, 2014
Sep 29, 2014 at 5:00 PM UTC
*****
Men sometimes put no value to *** and the sacred decision a woman might hold dear for the reason to
Submit options of letting you indulge in her essences. See some have had men all over the world and there is one thing for
Sure that ***** has a name never a face, Mumu , myse ,kisse, pepita, catellus, passera, mita it all mean
The same thing ***** ***** ***** And the truth of the matter is your sometimes not remembered or
Even thought about once you give the ***** up!
So guard and respect your ***** and you’ll be wiser for not giving it up, I thought of all the times I
Gave up my ***** and grieving the next day he was gone, nothing but a memory of the ****** he either didn’t
Or did put on! I have disrespected my body for a moment of pleasure far too valuable to get rid of, and
The 15 minutes or less or if I’m lucky an hour of pleasure soon will be forgotten as he’s on to the next one
Or back with his main love or the one whose holding out, but she worth waiting for.
***** is abuse sometimes tainted with the smell of ***** left inside you with your naïve *** I’m not going
Anywhere imma be here for you, trust me so the ***** stinks reeks of disappointment!
As they get dressed to leave a delicate kiss on the forehead and a polite thanks for the *****
Don’t be this chick (hold out on giving up the ***** be known for your worth)
You’re so much more than *** or ***** I now know my worth!
Written by Monica Chrisandtras Hines 9/16/2014
Sep 16, 2014
Sep 16, 2014 at 1:28 AM UTC
Broken Spirit
As I watch the water flow from my hands
A glance in the mirror reminds me that I’m still human
& the heart must break to heal.
Graphic and detailed memories
Of a broken Spirit. I’ve succumb to the darkness & of the pain I felt, losing my breath was the easiest thing to do. Walking amongst the crowd pity was not felt! Truly deserving ROARS of laughter
Foolish Broken spirit
The L on my forehead would depict a loser so I was marked and shamed named a *****
For a performance held behind closed doors
Embarrassed and Broken
Cause lack of knowledge furthered the humiliation of this woman
The anticipation of anxious hands grasped this angelic ***
And once more giving into a lie as I laid there naked and confused
Broken Spirit
A mouth full of *** not swallowed bothered me as his lips curved happy
Was he, I lost my respect somewhere on bended knee
And so unsure was he as he pulls his pants up and walks out
The door leaving me with this Broken Spirit…
I’m keeping my head up!!!
Thanks for the advice(M)
Written By Monica Chrisandtras Hines
Sep 21, 2015
Sep 21, 2015 at 10:38 PM UTC
I Use To Love Him
To remember love the way it had been, in the beginning of it all.
Our first kiss, holding hands, our first-morning breakfast together
And the memories we created, the pictures imprinted
In our minds of happiness, the sheer wonder of new love & how good
It felt to love somebody.
To argue & makeup, cry and suddenly feel the temporary sting
Of disappointment & heartbreak just to get back together again
Unconditional love.
I use to love him
Leaving clothes around the house & watching the T.V way too loud
As annoying & distracting his presence was felt, a smile crosses my ****** off face
As he manages to make me laugh
I use to love him
The way he held me close as we cuddled on the couch, I’d fall asleep in his lap or the
Private moments of loves embrace, his caresses soothes my childlike mood and my
eager enthusiasm to remove his clothes he reminds me, patients was essential
In reaching my goals, I fell in love with him
The one I let get away!
I use to love him!
Written by Monica C. Hines
Aug 16, 2016
Aug 16, 2016 at 1:04 AM UTC
it is a relaxing place the library,
free rental on a dvd if you borrow
books.
a barry hines. all creatures great
and small.the enemy within, a short
history of witch hunting, recommended
by the boston globe, and a guide to
the king james bible, the english language,
words like begat, horribly afraid, goats and swine.
a lovely children’s illustrated for inspiration, delight.
we built blocks, read jokes, talked of mending,
forgot our toys.
i read asher lev….
the dvd didn work.
sbm,
Jan 22, 2014
Jan 22, 2014 at 1:46 AM UTC
I came from abuse, I came from sorrow.
What happened yesterday doesn't determine tomorrow.
I remember the past so vividly, peoples preconceptions about who I was gonna be
People in my old city thought they knew me
We in a world where we believe in fixed reality
The person you were yesterday isn't who you have to be
Ignorant people talking about , "It's just your destiny"
Stop complaining about life and be free
Do what you want, be who you want to be.
Went from the streets to a student at Seattle University
Nothing is fixed, transform your reality
-Kim Hines
Mar 4, 2015
Mar 4, 2015 at 12:03 AM UTC
I'm Possible
I am possible because of God
I am possible because two forces or unacquainted love, was brought together to create greatness ME!
We are all possible and uniquely designed, Fat, tall, skinny, short, ugly, cute who are you to judge we are possibly the greatest thing God has ever created and powerful.
I’m possible and exonerated from the sins of my past in fact was told I was lazy, I'd amount to nothing, poor with no class……. Low self-esteem stupid giving up the ***
It’s possible to change and be someone of good character, however, those demons never let you forget what you were & who and perhaps what you did.
I’m possible, God changed me and I will admit I have my setbacks, I backslide but it’s possible to ask for forgiveness and move on.
We are all possible and anything is possible if you believe that your dreams and our goals are attainable.
Be possible be great
We are here because God made it possible.
Thinking out loud, written by Monica Chrisandtras Hines
Mar 3, 2016
Mar 3, 2016 at 9:12 PM UTC
the **** kids gaol episode 1
today the **** kid met up with billy marcus, who was the most evil serial killer in
this country and this was mighty hard for him to figure out the right reforming tool, because
despite killing all these people, billy showed no remorse for his victims and the **** kid got
on the computer to search for ways to make billy perform to reform, and that made the **** kid
so devious and cunning in his plan, yes, the **** kid thought, billy will host a game show and
each week he will meet the families of each of his victims, and boy they were so ****** off with billy, the
**** kid had to nail down the furniture and when the first episode of the show came, the first guest was
margaret roe, who was the aunty of harriett roe, who was the 12 year old girl billy bashed and murdered
and to revenge the death of harriett, margaret threw 25 tins of spaghetti all over billy, and the second guest
was rodney palmer, who was victim’s louise hines best friend, and everything he wanted to do to billy was illegal
so rodney threw red paint all over billy, which made billy stink of turpentine but there were many more victims, but
the **** kid said, that is it for the day, and then the **** kid brought out george and brad, who were the brotherly love team
who robbed banks all over melbourne and sydney, and the **** kid put them in a drama group so they can learn how not
to be antisocial, and this was a fun time for the terrible two as the **** kid got them to write their problems out of them
and there was a lot of fake nice in the stories and the **** kid knew they were fake nice, just for reading it and then said
how about next week you act these stories out, and i will edit them and put them on AAA TV and we’ll start the day with
brad in the morning and i can see you should prepare your work and then robert noristine who killed 44 people in various bank robberies
was brought in and straight away the **** kid thought straight away that he could do the weather for brad in the morning and while
brad read the news, robert did the weather, telling each person know the weather forecast and brad had some great guests
like the lord mayor, yetta timpson and at the end of each show brad and robert were pelted with oranges and lemons, and boy did
they hurt, and it got so wild, the guards had to break it up and the **** kid took the prisoners back to their cells to get ready for dinner
and talk about life behind bars being famous, the **** kids way
Jun 11, 2015
Jun 11, 2015 at 8:19 AM UTC
Kelly, Hines and Glover
separated by generations
and great individually
in the discipline of TAP
The step-ball-change
pioneers of this stylized
form of expression
changed the game for all
The timing, rhythm and
innovation wowed the
world over and their
legacies carry on
Kelly, Hines and Glover
all hall of fame worthy,
inspire new generations
to leap, sand glide and
soft shoe on wood boards
We remain in awe of
the skills required to
perform at the elite
level of greatness
Many amazing women
and men have come and
gone and we bow to the
excellence in craft
My appreciation does
not go unlooked and I
look forward to others
to take up the mantle
and continue to TAP.
Oct 19, 2016
Oct 19, 2016 at 4:01 AM UTC
It was a dream I always had
Being the Star and under the spotlight
I always had the rhythm
But it was a gift being talent
I would often practice hour after hour
In between, I would often tire
Regardless of sweat and aches, I refused to expire
Every dance step had to be toned to perfection
On Broadway, it would be the dance moves in reflection
The thought of Broadway being applause from the audience
Once I felt comfortable with my dance steps
It would be time to step out and audition about
A new Broadway Musical was coming out called “DANCE HOUR”
It would be music from JAZZ to R&B DISCO
So I auditioned
When I was called, I danced to many combinations in smooth dazzling ways
Props being my own
After I finished, the Director shouted, “WELCOME TO BROADWAY”
I danced being the star performer having appreciation in my heart being gratitude
Broadway that was meant for me
My talent for all to see
The Great White Way with entertainment that is sure to stay
But it was Maurice and Gregory Hines that led my way.
Apr 26, 2017
Apr 26, 2017 at 9:33 AM UTC