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I thank you for showing your true colors.
Dott sure I'm now that you're not true,
Am I in need for more cheating,
My happiness is in love - true love,
Not in your way of life - fake love.
Your hits I've taken to the heart,
Of hell you have shown me a glimpse,
Under your unfaithful behavior corrupted.
The person who you cheated me with,
Of course he is at bigger blame than you.
He sure is the bigger player,
Even you are such a poser,
Lame he is - you look uglier,
Living life freely you have ruined it.
Dec 12, 2016
Dec 12, 2016 at 12:55 PM UTC
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DO WE REALLY GOT A CHOICE ?
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YEAH WHOSE COUNTRY COUNTRY BOY !?!?
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Ain't ya goin
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DO YOU REALLY GOT A CHOICE ?
( It really ain't your country
Is it? )
COUNTRY BOY
Mar 26, 2015
Mar 26, 2015 at 2:43 AM UTC
a pale pink vin rosé,
just a hint of a blushing pastel,
Domaine Ott, a French emigre,
an early afternoon chilled thriller,
the summer drink of the choix,
for us, symbol of summer
so cold
stippled beads of moisture
form on the outside,
your thumbprint
indents this exterior landscape,
marking territory as if you were
a first time explorer,
leaving behind your personal flag
to make sure everybody knows,
you were here first...
this of course,
but the icing on the cake
in the domain of the moment,
when perfect is the rule,
and the existence of life's objections,
all overruled
just us, the guests gone,
watching a living seascape channel
providing a endless parade of entertaining
sails, kayaker, kite paddlers on the wings of colored silk
and then peace,
peace of nothing, a summer silent drink
that warms the essence
the sun still high just enough,
cumulus interference refracts its rays,
but to insure the perfection of this
domain of the moment,
the breeze pretends it's human,
caressing you everywhere, even there...
you do not deny these blessings,
gratitude is great and never forgotten,
for you believe this can happen again,
a view, a voyage, a resting place in
the domain of the moment...
Jul 19, 2015
Jul 19, 2015 at 5:52 PM UTC
Mi az ördög történt, gondoltam ott
és akkor; felderengett előttem egy tengerpart,
amit már nem látogatunk meg, de te
csak tovább ontod magadból a bullshitet
egy írógép lélekölő kattogásának ritmusára
a sajnálatodat egy piros kupaknak látom
hófehér homokszemek rengetegében, jézusom,
mennyire lassan telik az idő így a huszonnegyedik órában
hát nincsen benned semmi kétség? atyaég,
de utálom jó ideje ezt a szobát,
csak ne lenne ilyen szűk a komfortzóna
a te szavaid visszhangozza a koponyám csendje
s én a döbbenettől felnevetek: emlékszel még?!
nincsen ennek semmi értelme, milyen jó anya lennék,
mondod; az olasz riviérán hunyorogtam volna a messzeségbe,
ha nem dobod el magadtól a lehetőségét
istenem, te-nem, te nem tűntél ilyennek ezelőtt
- és mi lenne igaz azután, hogy még te is, aki
kötelet fontál velem a távolságból, te
elengeded a végét és nézed, ahogy zuhanok
megmentettelek volna önmagadtól is, ha hagyod
ránk nehezedni a boldogság súlyát, akartad?
valaha is, vagy nem is, de bevallhatod, hogy találtál mást
felveszlek a földről és recéid számolom
szénné égett valóságok között ficánkoló remény,
amit a beléd vetett hitem táplált, mióta
egy kurva nagy találkozásból születtünk újra
milyen üresen tátong a tér a fátyol mögött
lassan csordogál medrében a néma odaadás,
ahogy távozni készülsz még utoljára, kedvesen
szólsz hozzám, ne veszítsük el egymást, kataklizmám
voltál s leszel az örökkévalóságig, hisz tudod, de én
már csak a vállad fölé képzelem óvatosan
nem fáraszt többé a gondolat, hogy te is el -
hagysz, amint a nap felbukkan sivár léted
általam felvirágoztatott hajnalán.
Oct 26, 2019
Oct 26, 2019 at 10:41 AM UTC
Selling your tears as a parfume
21:18 - 23 ott 2011
kiss me like a stranger
18:44 - 24 ott 2011
I'm the queen of the lambs
18:57 - 24 ott 2011
i'm made of rotten sugar
16:49 - 27 ott 2011
I hate you
17:18 - 7 nov 2011
Loneliness and other stuff like this
22:15 - 7 nov 2011
spiders > people
14:47 - 13 nov 2011
Too weird to have friends
19:47 - 14 nov 2011
**** off**
19:25 - 15 nov 2011
I was Mary's little lamb in front of the slaughter
19:45 - 28 nov 2011
Please send me your dead roses&broken; keys, I collect them
19:30 - 12 dic 2011
**So maybe you could **** me off in one of your songs?**
21:01 - 12 dic 2011
May 16, 2016
May 16, 2016 at 3:33 PM UTC
There are people in this world who only show up on your door step after they have used and abused everyone they know or could possibly get to know. They steal for drugs. They think nothing of what they do to others.
Earlier: Purple hair a flame SHE LUNGES AND GROWLS AT HER OTT and he loves seeing her strong and BRAVE FIERCE and UNAFRAID. She lunges at him with PASSION.
She thinks she is a mess. He responds. "No, mess. Beautiful anarchy. Beautiful energy."
She Lunges at him again tells Him to Rest. Quickly shuts off her camera. She is feeling powerful. He smiles..she knows it feels it and moves on in her day.......
TEXT MESSAGES FROM THIN THIN LADY I DO NOT KNOW..OR DO I?
My Ex's child fills my facebook and phone with texts. She calls she begs..but we checked all the police reports and warrents and they are far worse than she told me. LAST NIGHT KNOCKS AT THE DOOR..ignore ignore. Yes I know who it is.
I recall lunging at him and being so strong. ****** at my door got a lunge and more. I snapped..I roared. I SET HER ON IGNORE. I have been there for everyone all the time..I take care of who is MINE. I cared for his 6 other children when he had their entire LIFE ON IGNORE. I tired to set her straight. I tried tender loving Karen First. I tried but I cannot give my happiness away and risk everything for someone who continues to steal and rob and fraud. I will not do it..I do NOT CHOOSE IT..it is NOT MY RESPONSIBILITY. I am MINE. You are yours. I will never choose you over mine, me, kind. Negativity not longer has a place. MY SPACE is a HAPPY PLACE. I remain SEATED IN THE SEAT OF THE SOUL..BALANCED..TRUE TO MYSELF THROUGH AND THROUGH. I FEEL NO GUILT FOR YOU. I FEEL NOTHING BUT EQUALITY AND NEUTRALITY & Grace..I am a LADY BUT I WILL BITE YOUR FACE
Jan 29, 2014
Jan 29, 2014 at 5:43 PM UTC
0My God are you serious? I roll over laughing because I know very well he is very serious. "I expect you to carve my name in it". That was the last I heard from him on the subject but not the last he heard from me on it.
When we last spoke I said my hands were tired and sore. He asked me why.
"Carving" I said very gently as I hugged myself and sighed as he replied with GOOD GIRL.
Funny thing that. I have spent time carving his name in the back of my wood handled brush every day. He does not ask me to. He does not talk about it. He listens when I talk aboat it heh He always responds to my words, always.
"Now the smooth surface is gone." smile and pull my blankets up over my body. "Good Girl' Beautiful You".
"Yes" I say as I relax and pull my blanket back down to my hip bone.
"I love your hips" sigh "I love all of you" he says
I growl back, I bare my teeth toss my head back and whimper.
I know the next time I get spanked his name will be in my skin..WRITTEN ON MY HOT OTT OTT SKIN
Oh my
Feb 7, 2014
Feb 7, 2014 at 2:01 AM UTC
Hot Hot Hot My SKIN- She says
I will IGNORE the H- He says
Her lips tremble, her cheeks twitch
She knows what he means.
She smiles, inviting Surrender
Her mouth opens, Sweet & Tender
Moans, pouts Ott Ott she mutters
As He watches Her Body Stop Denying
All His Wishes fulfilling Her Wants
All Desires Declared
She wide eyed stares
All resistance let go
My Skin is Ott Ott
Jan 28, 2014
Jan 28, 2014 at 9:35 PM UTC