Your name,
has become a curse word that falls from my lips.
The picture of you in my head,
has become blurred and wants to be forgotten.
Your voice,
has become a door that lacks oil.
The way you move your body,
must be because of your deceiving bones.
Your rat like eyes,
have become the worst color of diarrhea.
I know this is not the just the “Call out a back stabbers” poem,
lets name the flaws on and in my own skin,
that just so happened,
to be pointed out by you.
As you covered my face in nine pounds of a “makeover”,
you said you couldn’t see the flaws on my skin anymore.
Flaws?
You went far enough to point the pubescent scars.
of my lips, cheeks, and chin.
The shyness I have of talking to my friends,
was pointed out because you didn’t have someone to talk to that night.
Excuse me,
but I thought the effort of the friendship was supposed to be put forth by both “friends”?
Next,
near the end of the friendship,
you often told me I was a terrible friend.
I cried.
A lot.
Later when that came up,
you told me you were just trying to make a point.
Why as a friend didn’t you just try to talk to me,
instead of trying to start insignificant bull crap?
But here I sit now,
with friends that could always be so much better than you.
I often hear your snickering words behind me a your lunch table,
and I turn around and smile at you and your “friend’.
You usually **** your head in confusion,
but really,
that's me.
The 15 year old giant ginger with a second graders personality,
stinking my pinky finger up at you to flip you off in Chinese,
and to say in a nonexistent voice,
“frick you”.

Dream Catchers, egg hatchers, baby Snatchers, **** wackers, lip smackers, online hackers, ***** slappers, hand clappers, exotic flappers, lazy slackers, suitcase packers, & back stabbers.

Hate & defeated, cheat & feel the heat. Too weak & petite. Tales of hell, wishes on a well, thoughts are things you can't always sell. Sometimes words can be lies liars tell. One day to your death to you fell.
Pass it on. I don't belong. Some people are wrong. Die. I won't cry.

Pakrat hoarders, pro choice aborters, two faced home wreckers, voodoo curses, retired lazy old nurses.

Deaf & Blind, racist & unkind, poor & unemployed. Broke & exploited. Dumb, old, ugly, & fat. ***** stinking rat. Piles & piles of crap.

College professors, real estate investors, coaches, cockaroaches, poachers, perverts & ******, meat eatting caravores. Bums & addicts drunks & fanatics, obsessive compulsive, stalkers too possessive, insane aggressive.

Author Notes :

Partially true, could be your family.

© Harmony Sapphire . All rights reserved,

Sometimes stuff is not gonna go the way you want.
Sometimes the world with explode under your feet.
Sometimes love will be just out of your grasp.
Sometimes people will be back stabbers.
Sometimes you'll bleed to death.
Sometimes you'll just have to sit there listening to angry music by Eminem to feel okay.
Sometimes you'll never be okay.
But that's okay.

Like flowers, her life wilted,
Despite the ample rain,
The people whom she needed,
The ones who left her in pain.

Deceit was their craft,
To pretend is a must,
Behind the smiles, a rotten laugh,
How foolish was she to trust!

Lies are words with fatal poison,
Injected right through one's head,
Creeping unto the system of the person,
Slowly, making her dead.

When the situation turned unpleasant,
She sought for whom she called "friends",
But the people were hesitant,
Not even one hand can they  lend.

They use her for their own benefit,
Yet the slightest company, they can't provide,
How can she be blinded and cannot see it?
It's obvious, no matter how hard they try to hide.

A mask they would always wear,
Thousands of words they already said,
Yes! Back stabbers they were,
Rumors, they boldly spread.

Now, she finally opened her eyes,
Her trust completely broken, turned into dust,
She finally see through their horrible lies,
Though weeping, a strong facade is a must.

Yesterday
I'm sitting in my bed
Thinking, "yesterday"
A few hours ago
It all happened
And it gave me hope
I hadn't felt like that
In quite a while
It was beautiful
Yesterday

It's been so long
A lot has happened
I spent less time on me
I spent more time on them
I lost me
In finding them

So I sat in the crowd
In the presence
Of friends and families
Haters and liars
Back-stabbers and betrayers
It didn't matter
This was my time
I looked at the wall
I saw a cloth printed
"Merit Award Ceremony"

I fell into a trance
While the guest speaker
Gave his speech
In half an hour
He would give me a handshake
One I truly deserved

I felt my heart sink
My spirit kneel
I could hear my heart beat
And so could everyone around me
I was shy
I wasn't used to this
I've always been smart
But lately
I had dimmed
A lot had happened

So this moment
Was the affirmation
Of my comeback
I knew this wasn't the end
This was the beginning
Only the beginning

You can never know
How fast a runner is
At the beginning of the race
We just believe
That they're ready
It is when they begin to pace
Accelerating
That we truly appreciate
I felt that way
Yesterday

My phone vibrated
I glared at it's screen
It was my mom
She sent a text
She had just arrived
To uphold my achievements

I felt someone pat my back
Persistently
I shot back to reality
I looked above
It was my friend
Reminding me
To get in line
The time had come
I stood up
Confidently

I felt eyes on me
Envious eyes
Of the other students
Who came
To witness the success
Of students like me

The speaker
Announced my name
I took a step forward
I walked up the stairs
It didn't matter
My failures didn't matter
The fact is I achieved
That was why I was invited
In the first place
To this pleasant ceremony

I felt deserving
When the guest speaker
Gave me my certificate
And shook my hand
We posed for a quick picture
I heard the crowd cheer

I stood on stage
I recalled whatever it was
That the guest speaker said before
I felt inspired
Motivated
Strengthened
I smiled at the thought
They will be seeing
A lot more of me
Here, every school term.

LETTER TO MYSELF
Dear Tina, you come along way
Dear Tina, you have grown so much over the years
Dear Tina, you had rough days
Dear Tina, you had rough boyfriends
abused
lying
stealing
cheating
Dear Tina, you let that happen
Dear Tina, you thought that was love
Dear Tina, you shined like a diamond through that
Dear Tina you stood tall
Dear Tina, you could have failed
Dear Tina, you had rough friends
lying
back stabbers
two-face
Dear Tina, you grew from that
Dear Tina, you had rough days and years
kids gone because of lies
people telling lies
people making up stories
people being jealous
people running thier mouths
Dear Tina, you survived
Dear Tina you loved but he died
Dear tina you learned to move on
Dear Tina, you found love again
Dear Tina, you are happy
Dear Tina, you are loved
Dear Tina, you have a happy life
Dear Tina, sometimes life gets you down, but you never gave up even though you wanted to die
you got the help you needed
Dear Tina, I'm proud of you
Dear Tina, you came along way
Dear Tina, you growth so much over the years
Dear Tina, I love you.

bitter but better is the sunshine of never
all over
her body
are dead things and dragons
spiders and stabbers and
ink thorny anklets
calf-twisting vine lines
and thigh wanting roses
fingers paint black tips and
lovers cross black lips a
body
lain naked
her lies of love broken
her eyes leak of lust rust
a bat on her breast
she rises from rest
she sits up
and pulls  
a black SG onto her lap
and whispers
"more"

Stabbers take turns
First mom, then sister
Then sister, then brother
Even when I slide myself off
And hide myself in my life
It still hurts
Words that split my ears
And make me question who, what, where
Even when I shut it out
And smother it with verse
It still hurts
It seems like you all get along so well when I'm your target
I'll be the silence that keeps you all together
A common enemy
I know my place

I look at the maps hanging up on my wall
admiring the world for the best it got
yet i see
Poverty swell and trivial refugees struggle
and there are cardinal power wars
destitute crave for food shelter and cloths

O' why lord ?
"Its the beginning of the horror flick, my son
there are copious others , yet unaddressed and unresolved "

However i reckon
how simple it is to conquer despair hanging up on my wall
For today mighty fighter  
stop and sleep a lil more,
cuddle your love and hold her a lil long
refashion your battle cry  to cry of love
Shed tears its no harm
miracle will happen as you kiss her once more .

You are the puppet fighter, no doubt you are strong
they know your strength , they are foxy back stabbers brother
they'll aflame your soul ,
Don't forget you have love back home ...

The check is in the mail.
This won't hurt a bit.
I'm good for it bro.

If I'm lying, I'm dying.
                                     I got yer back
                                     This contract is iron clad
   Lil old lady drove this car for 10 years..no problems

  Love cherish honor and Oleh.....
  Pasa grande....for you papa... with.a flourish
  Bulshit comes in big piles . End of the day. You gotta pay to play
  Give the devil his due
  Or the devil.with you.
  The. Bait and switch.
  Hill and.gully, running in the rutts or into a.sixth

  Keep friends close.enemies closer.
  Back stabbers get thumb-ectomies.

parents don't understand what society is like nowadays.
the hypocrites
the back stabbers
the way people treat each other is horrible
I actually want to cry thinking about it all
please
don't
make
me
go!

We always gonna have people that wants the upper hand on you.
The blackmailer or back stabbers trying to get ahead of you.

They tries to manipulate you in many ways.
Only accomplishing it.
When you give them the power too.

The upper handers.
Who really are the insecure fools of society?
Oh, they come in many degrees.
From the rich to the poor.
They live for excitements that's not theirs.
But yours.

And when their world comes crashing down.
Then they pretend they didn't create any type ruckus.
From the politicians to the mobsters.
We have seen it all.
Once entrapped, they wants to tell it all.

After they found that the upper hand isn't all about power.

I pulled myself from the gallows, don’t you ever forget
I pulled myself from the grave, even if I dug it in the first place
What demons I couldn’t pull from my chest,
I choked with a leash until they became mine
No, I’m no demon, but I’ll be ****** if I’m pulled beneath the ground again
And if I must stay alive and be ******, well, we all make sacrifices
And sometimes that means yourself
If I must live scarred, it will be my own wounds from here on out
I bled too much for others, paid for too many of their sins
Now I only bleed for those who did for me
It’s a dangerous pact, but rightfully so,
In a world so infested with back stabbers, face crawlers, and pirates
“Them’s fightin’ words!”
Well I rehearsed it the other way a thousand ways,
And they booed me off the stage for being too “nice”
Thus Frankenstein rises again
the Fourth Act of the living dead
A chorus of dead organs with the brain of a monster
With only a gifted few who know the tune to his heart
Hold your love close, cover it in cold iron
All I ever wanted was to be a lover
But you’ve never let me stop fighting
Long enough to heal my face, or ice my knuckles
One battle after another, sometimes simply to stay alive
And no fight was ever good enough
No amount of blood enough to allow peaceful passage
No amount of tragedy enough for a break
So now I’m most at peace, when the battle rages around me
Well fine, let the drums sound and the bells chime
I’m better when I’m unhappy, it’s welcoming
Tragedy comforting like a warm blanket
My blood boils at the sight of danger
My brain runs on auto pilot when **** hits the fan
I guess I’m just happier when I’m angry
That’s not unhealthy is it?
When I die, will they say “He died unhappy and thus,
He died doing what he loved”?
Nah, they’ll just make my end a tragedy too.
Say they did everything they could
Or he was a monster, not much left of him
Or that they never saw it coming.
That I was the one that didn’t belong
Maybe I never wanted to.
I sure as Hell don't now.

I want to go back
To the days
When there were
No attention-seekers
No heart-breakers
No back-stabbers
When everything
Was simple
Was fine
Was alright.

Life is a rope.
It begins with a knot,
That holds you together.
Twists and braids appear,
Every time you make a choice.
More yarn entwines, for every friend,
Some are yellow, bright and happy.
But every rope has its dark spots,
Plum and black.
They represent unfaithful friends.
Back stabbers.
And through our teenage years,
We fall in love.
We think that those threads,
must be a deep, passionate red.
If only we knew, those threads have nothing more,
Than a pink tint.
If we only knew what color love really is,
A bright, but deep all the same, red.
For some, those threads turn grey.
That love is disposed of.
But still it remains,
Intertwined in our rope.
I wonder, if more people took the time,
to look at their rope,
To trace each thread,
each fiber,
back to where it began,
Would the whole world's net,
Be stronger?

school used to be a safe, warm, and welcoming place.
now it's full of liars, cheaters, and back-stabbers.
what happened to what used to be?

d.l.b.

So It’s Another Phrase...
Like... “ Keep It Real “...
That People Like To Say...
But What’s The Deal... ?!?

When In Their Chat...
They Tell You That...

They Have......

..... “ Got Your Back “.....

Cos’ That’s Quite A Claim...
For A Person To Make... !!!

Especially When...
They’ve NEVER MET You... ?!?

All This Talk On The Web...
Has Confused A Lot of Heads...

A Few Compliments...
And Nice Things Said...

Does Not Provide Proof...
That You’re REALLY COOL...
And Are Not Some FOOL...
Who Needs To Be Schooled...

Because Making Claims That...
You’ve Got Someone’s Back...
May Demand Some Acts...
That Will Ask You To Pull...
Some DANGEROUS Moves... !!!

So Be CAREFUL Before...
You... Run Your Jaws...
About What You’ll Do...
For A Person Who...
Has Done NOTHING For YOU... !!!

Things Are EASY To SAY...
But If Things Become Strained...
Are You Sure You Won’t Change...
And Start Acting STRANGE... ?!?

If What You Find Out...
Makes You Start To Doubt...
That You’ll Take A Stand...
And Have A Persons Back...

Once You REALLY See...
How A Person Deals... !!!

Because Truthful Speech...
Tends To Make Some Run...
To Those Lost Kingdoms...
Rather... RAPIDLY... !!!

Relationships END...
And Then SUDDENLY...
You Look Around...
And Are Left To Defend...
Yourself Like A Dwarf...
In A Foreign Realm...
Surrounded By Elves...
With Their Arrows Drawn... !!!

You See People Like To Feel...
That They... “ Keep It Real “... !!!

So Will Quickly Run Chat...
About Having Your Back...

But Get Quickly Derailed...
And Are Prone To Then Fail...

When It Comes To Standing...
By Their... Fancy Words... !!!

So Will Then Leave You Handling...
Human Worms Who Turn...

That’s RIGHT Like THEM... !!!
Those Who Claim To Be Friends...

Who Are Really Frenemies’...

A VERY DANGEROUS Breed... !!!

Just Listen To Marley...

Because They’ll...
STAB You In The Back...
Like That O’Jays Track... !!!

Back Stabbers Are Crackers...
And Those With Skins Blacker...
Than Fred Hampton’s Panthers... !!!

So DON’T You Mistake...
That Those From Your Race...
Will Not Walk Away...
Or Worse Still BETRAY...
YOUR LIFE To Protect...
Their OWN Before Yours... !!!

Cos’ That’s... INCORRECT... !!!
And May Be Your Downfall... !!!

And Those Words Are FACT...
That Real History Backs... !!!

There Are Many Who’ll Smile...
And Will Treat You Like...
Everything Is... ALRIGHT... !!!

Until... What They Find...
Is Where Your Weakness Lies... !!!

So That’s Right They’re The Type...
Who Will Tell You BIG LIES...
And Will Then Hide Behind...

A Whole World of Fake Smiles...
And May Even Then Try...
To Drop THAT Good Old Line...

That They’ve Got Your Back...
And They... ALWAYS Will Have... !!!

And That’s Where Their Trap...
Can Make Your Life CRASH...
With No Place To Land... !!!

It’s A Funny Old Game...
That Some People Play...
With The Things That They Say...

Even When They’re Your Fam’...
You’d Best Recognise That...
Families Will Thieve...
When They Smell Money... !!!

Or Will Stand WAY BACK...
If Your Caught With Cash...
That You SHOULDN’T Have... !!!

Or Run... TRUTHFUL Chat...
To A VIOLENT Gang...
Who Are Known To ****...
Pretty Much At Will... !!!

There Are VERY FEW TRUE...
STAND UP People Who...
Will Stand Next To You...
If You Give Them Proof...

That You’re Ready To Die...
And To LOSE Your Life...

Rather Than … Step Aside...
Due To FEAR That THEY Hide... !!!

These Rhymes Are A Guide...
To Not Leave You Resigned...
To Believing In Those...
Who Are Quick To Drop Quotes...

Or The Type of Slick Lines...
That REALLY Sound NICE... !!!

Because Our Human Kind...
Is Prone To Tell Lies...
And Have Learned To Disguise...
What Runs Deep In Our Minds...

From Paedophiles...
To The Type of Guys...
With Political Ties...

And Of Course Some Wives...
Will Hang You Out To Dry...
For Another Man...
Fellas Don’t You Doubt That... !!!

And Here’s The Final Trick...
And Advice That I’ll Give...
In This Poetic Script...

Ask These People For Cash...
When You’re Really Strapped...

Even If You’re NOT...
Because You Might Get Shocked...

By Who Says...

“ My G, How Much Do You Need ?”

And Who Suddenly Proves...
That They Just Can’t Help You...

Because All Their Talk...
And Loyalty Claims...
QUICKLY Fade Away......
Because They Are FAKE... !!!

And DON’T Walk The Walk...
of Providing Proof... !!!

UNLIKE Those Who REALLY...
... SPEAK The TRUTH... !!!

The Minute Few...
Who’ll STAND BY You...

REGARDLESS of....
What You Say Or Do...

Who When Things Go BAD...
And You Face ATTACKS...

Have REALLY And TRULY...

... ALWAYS...

... “ Got Your Back “...

Captured by love if I lose everything I hope my love will hear me
Embraced by hope I follow it to the highest Moutain.
Conceived by trust it's hard not to swim the hearts of most and find out there's no water there so I bring a cup to ur lake
A cup to your ocean...
Love to your seed,
Hope to the hopeless ones
Trust to a generation of back stabbers..
Maybe if they see my scars they will follow me to your Moutain..
Maybe..

When I close my eyes I dream
Dream of something strange
Dream of something I want to change

In this dream I feel things getting close, too close
Everything gets smaller and smaller
But I'm the only one who knows
Knows that I feel trapped in a box
Like I'm the only fox
Trapped by a hunter
That hunter is everyone
Does it ever make you wonder
Wonder why your trapped
Because I don't understand why
Why all the liers and back stabbers are so attracted
To a person like me
Why me
I have nothing
I do have something
but is just a pile of debris

This dream is real
Once I open them I realize that it's real
Once again things become smaller and smaller, closer than ever
Like if my life is under a panic attack
I need too change
To prevent it from coming back ...

You get onto my ugly side
Cause in you no one can confide
You full of stories lies and hate
I leave you to your lonely fate

Your a nasty man you has no shame
You walk around and respect your claim
You don't deserve the love your shown
For you my animosity has grown

You act so stupid and naive
While wicked plans you have up your sleeve
You take the whole wide world for a fool
And make plans of deceit so cruel

You have two faces I've seen both
You old man, I truely loathe
You scheam and plan your under hand
Satan is your biggest fan

Never grateful not even thankful
Yet always demanding and a handful
You for ever always playing cry wolf
You think your plans are all foul proof

You go about your nosey days
Always stead fast in your ways
You take and take and never give
Till one day on your own you'll live

You put on such a perfect front
But we see though you, you old runt
You play the part of a perfect been
But your hands are far from clean

You have no shame in wat you do
You don't care who you hurt or *****
Your a back stabbers a two faced scrooge
Your pockets small you ugliness huge

You prance a round so cunnng and free
While in your eye an evil glee
But time is cruel and the wicked always fall
So while you can keep walking tall

You make your plans in quite places
Thinking that you leave no traces
But things have the strangest ways
Of ******* up your happy days

You decide and want it all your way
You think this game for ever you'll play
When it turns out not wat you want
Then you put on this im so sorry front

You demand and order and manipulate
Lets watch you fall to your nasty fate
It's always your way and wat you want
Your under handed nasty and blunt

I watch how others try so hard
Yet you play the cruelest dirtiest card
You tear down people and make them small
To make your self seem up right and tall

Ive never seen one quiet like you
Connive and manipulate like you do
You don't care who you break to get there
Who's heart you trod on break or tear

Theres always something new with you
You just want and others must always do
You know no thank you or even please
The things you steal you think no one see

Look around you know one cares
So throw a fuss let your anger flare
You keep hurting the ones I love
There pain fits you like a glove

I ain't gonna sit back no more
And watch how you make others sore
Cause two you see can play your game
And trust me I don't feel much shame

You are walking down a lonely street
Cause everyone you have to cheat
You like a bleeder and a drainer
To your love ones you are but a stranger

people  i gett lost in words like felicity back stabbers etc etc etc

Trying to present my self as intellectual.
Makes me look like im pathetic.
I flow like water in the ocean.
Get it going like diaretic.
Spider senses start to tingle.
For the web site Christian mingle. Where I met a guy named
Shannon  bingle. Man actually had me shingle
Married to the roofing life.
Like Taylor Mackinney to her kraft singles.
Cheesy as they come. Logan gablehouse.  Is greasy.
The world is
thirsty for the fast deal
Sign like handcock on the contract.
Pro ball scholarship
But give handjobs in the back field.
Tyson smokes so much Marijuana
He knows how being black feels
When interrogated by the cops
Paranoia he doesn't act real.
My mom thinks she's European.
No native blood.
I asked her how does that feel.
She replied in French with Jordan gablehouse. Do you wanna taste your last meal...
J said you *******. Tell me how the grass feels.
And keegan just like forest Gump.
Hes dashing through the back marsh
To avoid the dudes with fast cars
Who blame him for doing bath salts...
Jack jack wanted aish so bad.
He collapsed in madness with me **** it yesh man thats real. And sad
Drugs I'm so disgusted by. I'm bring serious to say this jack. Man
You gotta say your peace. To the fake back stabbers and not take it ******* back
Get clean and sober. Stay on track
With medication.
And watch how much fakeness your closest friends shape shift and react
Funny stuff aside.
Manas really great with that.
She took two dumb ******* crazy rats.
Caged in habitat. And made them slay a crazy rap....than slaughtered them for science. Donated their *******. To science. Experiment gone violent.
She's not ok with that.
Karmin is an angel.
Thinks she names all that.
Inside her head. A secret undercover braniac.
And Riley is an amazing man.
Talented and brave as stan
But I didn't tell you.
Stan is my fan name.
When I'm ****** mister nameless slim shadey type of ****. To some gangster jams....
Grandma Gisele is a thank you mam
Do you actually spank the ham
Like Christmas web cam. Food. ****.
Christmas day. You can thank my hand....
Richard gablehouse. Was pregnant with a chicken glaze.
He undressed food so many different ways
Little booties on the Christmas bird.
Bout to expose those little legs...
Oh its just humor ***** slip off the case.
I love my dad yo pieces.
There's a reason I'm a little raged.
No one seen the terrifying look
He harbored just for me.
When I didn't obey....
We got over all that.
Cleared that **** away
We had to make up. Every 15 seconds
New fight but its a different day
I feel bad. But hey its meant this way...
Alex Fanta was in debt to native medicine that made him good and gay...
His wood is great... i hear Scott hedge brag. You thought I didn't love you guys cmon. Don't be dumb AND gay
I woulda say.
She should stayed.
But cherry your a woman stain.
You look like hulk had a vasectomy and you got the ******* stuff that hangs...
Just kidding love you babe. I'm just trying to be funny.
Scare you
Cherry you ******* dummy.
I'll always provide for you with money.
But you gotta be so ******* stun. You refuse me rights. To my kids who absolutely love me.
I said ill always take care of you.
But your going to have to stop being a dummy....
Derek Moore you mega *******.
Your nieces self  esteem is ripped. And all your other kiddies jeans. *** you had to be inside  it you ******* *******...... go eat a demons ****.. id rather be a traffic cone in **** t least you'd see my **** than be your only reason why you didn't commit suicide when God agreed with it..  at least coulda did it for the ones you loved. I know thats fuckinv mean and **** but next time you **** with me jm going to have you seeing ****...
Cherry entire family. Hold up freeze it quick. While we're out and telling secrets quick.
I ****** Ashley's boyfridnds ***** yep. At least before you two met.
I did alot of foolish ****.....
Corsette and lingerie. And of course his *** stain ruined it...
Just kidding couldnt get him off. Or even fit it in. No room and ****.
He got the hugest ****.... don't know how you don't get split in two and ****... ******* ruined *****
Or at least get **** sized bruises on your ***** and hips.
Whatever not 100 percent certain but I hope if it is true you say your cool with it.....
Dylan Hutchison I love you but you never grew up actually knowing me.
You kids **** on your dad. I know it hurt you but it had broken me...
I get it he was drunk and druggy.
But he loved you two so devotely.
Just wish you had some time.
While he was living to start showing me. You were open to him emotionally
I get it. You were busy.  Coulda sent him via email. artwork dreams and poetry... so he knows how much you truly love him.
Beneath the disconnection. Tell him how bad a place your feeling come from...
Moving on. Forget deceased.
There's still a bunch of dumb *****.
Reese swampy drop your pants punchline like 8 mile at the lunch truck...
Lyssa let's get frisky. While your cats lick my nuts like going down after 60 rounds suffering they ******* punch drunk....

Sha you **** ***** I still got a **** lets make it happen...
Prefer dudes. But who's to say a little **** show couldn't happen.
We actually had a ******* with hot muscled Travis.
We got his **** in me my **** in you
And did a little jordan sandwich...
Sheldon chartrand I masturbated thinking of you ******* me ******* it....
You could slam the pack of shingles fast. So **** black and tanned yep...
Thought about your fast hands so hot like a math lab with the Cranstons...
Exploding for Chris Roan.. who?? Chris roan... a sickness no different from cancer... i felt so much love for you. But had no ******* hope or answers... you didn't know I was this way inside. Just the way God had to plan it.... you coulda made me feel included though with out you I couldn't understand it.....theres was just this separation. Anxiety. And sadness...renuka your my favorite. Of all my mental workers...
I came to you a creep hell bent on ******. And you repurposed my inside sanity. Restoring me to perfect...
Cleared my name to child service workers..
And did me such a service...
Ryan too and garry. At least you guys live through your purpose...
Helping hand and gentle hands.
Reach every different person..
Liseanne your ******* gorgeous.
Picture perfect
**** enormous... but you set me up for stis in your quest to send off young Brianna... i got chaffing in my ****.
*** you hooked her up with more dudes. Than rihanna...
In the back of your mini van or suv can't stand it but the infection had been managed...
Sorry rihanna... I love uou your thr best so beautiful can hardly stand it
I'm rambling oh yeah let me be candid. About Travis. Matron was his last name. And he smoked crack so ******* savage.. child psychologist slash roofer. I actually believed you in a panic... don't know who's stupider. The dude who won the poker game for hoarding the titanic or the dude that.
Lost his pride and got his poker *** kicked...
Jade my truest form of poetry in nervous flight.
My girl of mine.
My nervous rhymes.
Could not muster up at courage time..
Your my first love.
For a reason the best is always first in line..
But I ****** and hurt your mind...
With my words and worthless spine..
You deserve so much in life.
I hope you know I think your worth our time...
Like a child is bursting with a nursery rhyme...
Okay its ******* ****** time...
Steven Irvine your a word so
***** it perturbs my mind.
Disturbed that I. Would like you to have courage. And turn your rap gift into words that rhyme and.
******* merk the earth this time...
Tyler moose you ***** line.
Sniffed off jet lis little ****...
You **** more ***** than Jason Bixby.
Holy **** he takes alot...
Its cool though. Say im sorry...
My motto is keep on trucking...
So much more ok so **** it..
I'll keep rambling on bout nothing....
Kayla gambler think we made a babie.. but you didn't tell me...
I hope whoever she belongs to that she's happy safe and healthy...
Nolan Robb I'm sorry for saying you ****** **** for crack. At the time my thought was that was wack. Until I sunk as low as that... current day just ****** an old guy for a sack of Molly and an open pack.... Daryl Marshall your a good dude... but your ****** up deep inside.. i can see it in your eyes... your scared of being wrong and aldo being right... you fear failure fear success. And you fly off the ******* handle... ive seen my dad get mad but jees loiuise he couldn't hold a candle...
You make Rambo look like prolapse ****** sagging in the sun...
Old ******* on your rage is much more destructive than a gun....
Jordan Marshall your a *** stain that should sat on Michelle's tongue....
Swallowed did a good job. Just ******* kidding bud.... your pretty ******* funny. And also pretty dumb ..
But at least your not like Tyler marsh shoving fisher price toys in his ***....
Oh please I got uou all beat and then some the world knows my story...
Would you call it boring... **** no.
But I no longer want the sea being stormy. I just wanna find one man after surgery get ***** and tilt his single axis planet into orbital retraction. Supernova. Every morning. ****** sweaty pores. From ***** inter planetary pornscenes.. but first I gotta morph. Into a woman so I feel more like my self inside. Its more rewarding..
To not ignore your thoughts. To have some wants. Take off early system warnings. Relax. And dream of rap gods. Jesus. And the last 15 years of poor me...



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Heart racing
Sweat dripping
Knowing this is the end
Don't expect
Nobody is listening
Blood leaking
The blind  is seeking
This world is hell
They wont help you
Can't you tell
At night you were yelling
You're the only one that can hear
The demons hovering over you
I know you were scared
I know you're tired
I can tell in your eyes
You're not fine
You can't even trust nobody
With all these back stabbers and lies
Looking like you're about to collapse
Pumping drugs in your veins
Hoping this day is your last
Going on your knees begging God for help
Of course our society doesn't know how “we” felt
I feel alone
All alone in the darkness
Locked up in my mind
I know I'll never be set free
It feels like God turned his back on me
Don't come in I'm slowly bleeding
Feeling drained , almost empty
Thinking about death is a good feeling
Nobody will never understand me
Nobody will ever care
But even if I die, death  I'll always fear
But its better then living
I know I'm the last person you would want to save
But it's so sad knowing people will change once i'm in my grave