Let me take you ,
Into my fathomless fantasy.
Let me uncover , What it feels like to be the one to love.
I see our bodies pressed against each other.
Fragrances binded into one.
Lips being sober.
Adrenaline pumping it's pace over .
I sense your heartbeat against mine
And I hear everything , From the whispers to the moans and the sound of your breathe .
You loose sweat , you cry , you sleep , you care , and you love tooo?
I lay confused . I thought you did not exist for real. I thought you were made of metaphors.

Run run run,,
Tooo slow
We're coming we're going to **** you,
Run run run
Tooo slow, we have you, you can’t escape,youre too weak,
you can't leave we have you,,
Run run run tooo slow again
Cut, lose weight.. ****** **** ur worthless meaningless,
Cut cut
Run run run

Too
      L
          A
               T
                  E

Two fictional characters
walk into a bar

in Malta
( * Marsaxlokk - to be precise ).

"To...be....tooo beee. . ."
stammers Hamlet.

"Oh fer Gawd's sake...two beers!"
J. Alfred Prufrock snaps.

"You really milk that
"To be or not..." thingy."
J.A.P. scolds Hamlet.

"Tsk...tsk!" Hamlet tsk tsks.
( sticking his tongue out ).

Two Cisks are plonked
down before them.

"No...I am not Prince Hamlet or
was meant to be..!"
J.A.P. quotes him self.

"Awww fer Jaysus sake...loooook
just for the fun of it...the gas of it

we swop
texts!"

Hamlet interrupts Prufrock's
protestations.

"Ohhhh....o.....K?"
Prufrock ponders somewhat doubtfully.

And, so:
Hamlet the Dane

( for yea it is indeed he)
dares

(1) to eat a peach (2) wear the bottoms of his white
flannel trousers rolled (3) parts his hair behind even

(4) dares
to aks

the overwhelming question

"( Oh, do not ask, what is it! )"

Oh & (5) gets to hear
( ** ** ** )

"...the mermaids singing...."

Prufrock "Hum...."
kills the king.

Becomes the king.

Beds.
Weds
Ophelia.

" Buzz buzz...come come..go...go!"

"It's a very foreshortened
Hamlet...I know

but - what the heck!

"See..? slurps Hammy
". . . now, that wasn't so bad...was it?"

"Another Cisk?"
"Naw...I'll have a Becks!"

"Jaysus Prufrock now
...what's up?"

"Don't know..."mutters J.A.P.
wearing a frothy beer moustache.

"HURRY UP PLEASE...IT'S TIME!"
roars the barman in Maltese.

"I can connect nothing
with...nothing!"
Prufrock almost sobs.

"Like that time
on Margate sands..."

Hamlet cuts him curtly off.

"Don't even go...there!"

"But I still get that squirmy
...you know...feeling

we are just
fragments of

the imagination of
some *long haired Irish poet

sunning himself by
the waters of

the shimmering waters of
a Sliema hotel pool

...up up in the clouds!

Hamlet sighs.

"Yeah, me too
spooky...innit?"

Hamlet looks behind him
checking for what isn't

there. . .

"Ahhhh well, never mind eh?"

Prufrock attempts an attempt
at being cheerful.

Fails miserably.

"Let us go, then
you and I...

when the evening is spread out
against the sky..."

Like a patient etherised upon a table!
they both sing outta time and outta tune

stumbling one
into the other.

A long hair Irish poet
smiles as he watches them

go.

"Għaġġel fil-għoli...wasal iż-żmien JEKK JOGĦĠBOK!"
the barman roars.

NOTES

Pronounced MAR SA SCHLOCK. Those Maltese Xs being really SHs in disguise.

* Pronounced CHISK but the new barman is obviously new to the language and pronounces it TSK which makes him think that is what our two fictional characters are ordering.

Not to be confused with mobile texting but rather the literary texts of which both of them owe their existence.

* The play bounded in a nutshell as it were.

One Donall Gearld Oliver Denis Dempsey is a good example of this sort.

* The No. 1 song all over Heaven...beating Sparks THE NO. 1 SONG ALL OVER HEAVEN  to the top spot.

** "Għaġġel fil-għoli...wasal iż-żmien JEKK JOGĦĠBOK!" Once again the new Irish barman hasn't got his tonsils around the Maltese lingo and comes out with this terrible mish mash of the typical barman's cry.

the plants I use for trauma
are **** and aya
but the feds who are not aware of God who values Equity
think their 'views' are superior to the Torah
the Tanakh, The Old Testament and the Good Book.
God gave us all the herbs and all the plants
he created the seed
he created the sun
he created water
He is the God of the Hapless, the Widow, the Orphan
He is the God of Equity
who do the Feds/ Cops/ Gov think they are ??
to interfere with Gods laws?
I tried to get **** to get rid of my trauma
the ops that ***** me
made sure my **** was laced with Fetanal
No thanks
it does not stabalise my moods to spray a Sacred Healing Plant with noxious addictive and dangerous chemicals
It is infuriating being ripped off again, and again, and again, and again, again and again.
God never gave noxious chemicals in Genesis, he didn't create Fetanal or what ever 'rat poison' they sent this whistleblower
I do know how vice squad operate
they control vice
like Priests pimped kids who had 'fallen'
fallen meant they got ***** 'once'
so now they hoes....
God cried tooo
you would cry too
if it happened to you

Do you ever feel the noon breeze?
hot yet relaxing brings you to an ease
it unfold the memories inside my brain's deepest crease
mesmerizing breeze i am standing under a tree
Moringa Oleifra the mighty
on which sits a sparrow chirping in mystique
and another strange little bird with long black beak
chirping tooo-weeee-t
on the other branches two squerrals playing hide and seek
and there sits a crow alone on one peak
i am in whirl of memories of past year 2016
didn't i mention it's about a boy in his thirties
he talked ocean deep
but treated me like i am a feast
like he is a ringmaster and i am his beast
i can still feel the pain of that time when all the good is out of my reach
Why do i think of him now when i am in peace?
would he think of me like i did?
nah or may be
nostalgic or i might weep
my orange colored dress doesn't irritate me in this scorching noon
but thoughts of you did
i have to head back from this muzz
i am going back to my people who loves me
where i am allowed to refuse
where there is no abuse
i am returning to peace
goodbye noon breeze

Molesting Innocent's
Taking
advantage of young un-suspected victims,
****** away hope,
Beating out trust as
"they"
tell you it's all for your own good.
The System
Verbally sales you,
Mentally
making you believe thing's aren't
really what they seem.
Hey pretty girl,
You
want to come home with me,
Like
stranger's using Candy,
Creeping in the middle of the night
stealing away dreams,
Snatching babies outta arms
For not being what "they"
want you to be.
Jumping through hoops
to prove your worthy.
The System cover up lies,
Disguised
Your Shame
It's not "their fault for you
becoming pregnant at 10,12 & 13.
Abortion isn't in my beliefs,
Forcing us,  Breaking us, Making us do what "They want!
Telling Lies while Judges become your executioners
Fostering empathy's,
Making you live in misery
Parents- Grandparent's
Crying Screaming,
Dreaming of they days you'll be back.
Depressions, PTSD, Bipolar
Explosive disorders
Meaning a person gets angry fast
with no reason or for the littlest of things....,
Label's
from Misuse,
Misrepresentation's
Misuse of my or even your body,
******, Molesting, Physical, Mental,
The System
took me from a Exceptional-Good home,
Placing me
with Monster;
Who called themselves: wholesome,
loving- Good- God fearing Church goers;
Foster Parents.
A Preacher  
phrasing the almighty book,
every Sunday
While every night
He'd say I was better then his wife,
As
my eye's cried,
Hoarsely I beg him to stop.
Case-Worker & The Systems
cover up.
From home to home
Group home to group
I'd run as fast as I can,
To  my
own family even thou
We were  broker then sin
at least I was so safe there.
Repeat & repeat these step every chance
I'd get & still they'd  Placed me in home's
until
I got old enough to make it on my own.
Even then The System wouldn't let me be,
See I knew "their" ***** deed,
All the well kept secrets....
unfortunately for me,
16 going on 17 mother already of 2 while
expecting another lil girl,
The System tryna step in once again,
Robbing me of my Children,
Their
words: labeling me,
I'm tooo crazy to love or ever be a mother.
I'm not doing what "They " want....
I had it,
Life was it for me,
I wanted to commit Suicide
I just couldn't thou & Lucky for me
cuz
I Finally found away out at 18.
Got my kids- Sued & Beat
The System!
Always Me Ayeshah
Copyright © Ayeshah K.C.L.N
1977-Pesent Day(s)
All right reserved

I hate dull poems with no point
That makes no cents at all
I intend to laff it off and
Blame the alcohol.

Yes, Jaegar Bombz and Jello Sots
As far as i can tell,
Are fool fuel to propel my work
George Strait to Poem Hell.

I was gettin’ almost sober, SO
Had another Jaegar, and a beer (or two)
Lean closed to George and whispered in his ear
I’m here for a good time – juss like u

Yeah Iss country singin’ at is best
If u king n rite the kind that sell
But I get;n kinda sleepy
Stink my peom bombses swell.

SO moreally the story, if you right pomes wen yur drnuk
Beddter wate till til the mmornnimg lite
To post it post it post it tooo
That Hallowed Pomes site
LwP$@Qx)911 ^^(

I thought you would have made the most grandiose of lesbians, as women go, you were quite sublime. You caught me with your androgyny of  hair and your boyish shoes. Too safe to listen to country music, your exquisite headphones blasted out some beligirent cross-hatch nonsense. So i tailed you, so i went to where your footsteps had inwittingly left their mark. I followed you into bars with organic juices, and book shops for the intelligentsia. I watched you across a crowded room, in smokeless bars, whilst you laughed gently at friends jokes; and how i wished i was the punchline, what i would give for that mouth to smile at me. Mirror-red, i would take off your head if you would let me.....

How i wished you were dead, so i could mourn you in a proper fashion. Looking glass. Paper hearts. Ancient things i had forgotten when i looked at you - so exquisite, so shiny, so super and new. How everyone envied me. I had been so good uptil now - the modern bride, wedded to my mind. Singleton screams soprano from my face, orange peeled lips. Unzip me, my handbag head spills on the pavement. Confused by you, confounded by you. Oh you majestic awe-inspiring lesbian, you seem to tick all those (non-conformist) boxes. I, a brilliant lazy yorkshire matinee; you, a grandiouse west end friday night opening. I read the script, somewhat deja-viewed. Are you shocked i worked thee out?

A date with your phone. oh, how, very..... original. Though i cannot but tear my eyes away from what you are doing....a penny in a handful of silver. Drop from my fingers, remove your eyes from my sight. REmove, my sweet experienced delight. Watch as i drive away..the weight of my absence must crush you surely.....? Do alarm bells ring?...No wait..does the heaven sing and mourn your loss? what a pity, a-fly-by-the-night-at-any-cost-i-don't-care-because-i'm-toooooooo­o-cool-for-you, sorta pity? I am not your shadow, your stripes were blacked out by the light, i didn't care to see anymore, and i knew you would not follow so i chose my leave to go. (just so you know, this is me...leaving, you)

Too many lips for me to count, you talk tooo much. You sit there and all i can think of is lying you down and making you stop, talking. Too much? My oh My. Let me take you from here, make you forget who you are. Walk down a beach, hold hands, even if its raining. Too much to ask? Oh so many task. So many standards and obligations, too many notes and standard citations. I just want to do, anything, but listen to you talk. Again and again, i wonder when you will stop to look at me. I guess you would always be the girl, who was afraid to know, the truth. For the lack of you, do something. Four seems better than three, don't you think?

Everyday i wake up
Early in the morning no yawning
See the spirits dawning
This faceless figure spoke to me
The spirit said her name was Serenity
But i think she was an enemy
Confused as can be is it God Angels
Speakin' to me?
Softly i let her caress my mind body and soul
I got no control stiff as a board skin was startin to fold
Grab a hold of the bed sheets
My mind went blank as i start to think eyes shut no blink
Journey with me as my mind sinks
Deeper into revelations
What it revealed to me more catastrophe
Coming from my own families
**** how could this be? I thought
We had each other backs
Chillout cuz im black as ever ugly never
Too ttooo clever
I remember the good book told me
To always test the spirits
But images i couldnt clear it so un-feared it
I gave it my all then suddenly came a fall
Lost my house my women clothes shoes n jewels
Im.hanging on to hopes
Hopin' i get good news no clues
Where left but then i remember
When at ya weakest point
Is ya strongest and vice versa im used to being cursed so
It aint nothing but notha scenario
There i go
Back where i was three sixty the spirit mixed me
Showed what i was doing wrong
Woke up out my dream then i grabbed the ****
Cut my vinyl on music was on spirit was gone
Then i realize im thinking tooo tooo hard
Or is it the whole time im listening
To my conscious speaking to my conscious
Im feelin' pang
Addin' tears to my tower of sadness

Gout tongued,
Mind numb,
Van Gogh eared,
Vanity blind,
Tooo many I's,
Not enough eyes.
Angst lip deep
In this guano cave
That vibrates
With unrequited
LUV cantos .

Hiiiii....u knw what aaj ky hai....
aaj bhot special prsn ka bday hai...
meli bestieee.... kaaa
paglu ka
bhot special tu duffr mere lyee...
&
chalo kuch meethi meethi yaade yaad dilata hu...
apni....
yaaad hai jab humari fst tym baaat hui thi....wo cmnt k rply me
ladai se hui thi startng
ki pata tha itne impo ** jaynge ek dusre k lye
fr wo humara din bhar choti choti si baat pr ladna
manana
fr draaame dikhana ki tu lunch ni kalega to b ni kalungi....
tu gannna ...tu gannniii
hihihihihi
bhot misss krta hu m bo ladaiyaaa
punishment b inni pyali ki galti krne ka man kre
....
school se aate hi beg rakhne se phle....mobile on krna...
net on hone se phle whatsappp pr msz type krna....
agr ek mint b reply late hua to bawal ,machana...
fr shaq wali nigaaho se dekhnaaa.....
hihihi binna galti k es masssom bacheee se solly bulbana.....
pure pure din baat krke b pet ni bharta tha
deere deere baat krte krte special one bn gyi merelyee....
fr kisi se b baat ni kalta tha m
muujhe aaj b yaad hai wo din
8/4/1999 mela bday gifttt
maine tainu 1st tym dekha tha...
hihihihi...
apni yaari ese hi bni rahe hamesha....
bs yadi pray krni hai... mainu...rab se.....
i love u my....bestieee...... happy bday tooo.....uuuuuuuu...
ab bta babu ky gift chaahiye teko.
.

your *** is like ****
(i think) and the backs of your knees
are like
i think. very nice to be inside of

i would you,

do you think too?

your lips and perhaps?

i would like oh dear to fit
like rain fits in April;
very wet and strictly.

oh dear and to eat you tinly i would hurt myself
with the hardness of earth. i would climb
into your fist very stiffly a flower. andear,
i would lay a hand against your unmeeting(
i would enter the primness of your heap
A mountain of unsleep. ) andear

i think you,

(do you think tooo)?

born Dec 16 2010  Induced  early  cuz of complications but healthy and has all fingers & toes will be here until lungs mature more and weights gained amount needed to go home. sore but happy . no names will be listed if you want to know more please email me and i will send pictures and the rest of information to you (Friend's ONLY) thank you all for being strong for me when i wasn't and for supporting me through all this! i also have a  guy that im talking to he was there while Christopher Cartwright wasn't(the father)  he's a big help and its so weird that our bound and friendship is as strong as it is, it & k helps that we grew up in the same neighborhood  & knew each other threw other family members and friends. My sister on my dad side is so happy and im happy for her!  I have no regrets and I'm happy, just sad alil bit that its over ...i got em out safely then again its a bit tooo early/ pray for em and ty for all the well wishes and support.  i need to rest now its going to be a long day! LOVE YOU ALL TO MY CLOSEST FRIENDS.

guns as romantic
hand fill
if every time
before sabre..

then a rock
before we hid
today lily
pontificate not..

take us back to
the virginal earth
cooling..
brings back with a bump

too many guns..tooo many
if i had a purple cherry
for every gun shot on
television..

what a pathetic metaphor
still,to be fair
i killed a blackbird once
with an air gun..

and i have been plagued by
them ever since
so what happens if you ****
a man..

some are quiet ok
and others not
brilliant
and that illustrates

how different are we
lily..
i shot a song bird
this has scarred me

is it time for the caves
i would not
if on a saturday night
or  in the dark

open country
surely
well all be sorry
by first light..

The squaw that stroked the camel's sack had finally dun herself in.      
She looked into the eyes of the beast,        
and became powerful frightened of his wicked grin!        
Oh Holy Moly how that one stroke too far had engorged his needed ****....        
She saw her touch had unleashed a devlish urge and swallowed hard with a lump..        
Swollen from lust..        
And in need of a ******...        
He pawed his hooves at the ground..        
Never in her short sqaw life had she heard anything snortin such a hellacious sound!        
Then she saw the enormous size        
of the thing she had rized..        
And the camal hocked a big ol spit..        
The sweet lil thang Cherokee hollered, and her mocassins took her off lickety split..        
He came chargin right behind her, bound and determined, nostrils round n aflared..        
Man! You should have seen that purty lil squaw runnin, by gawd she was ascared!!!

My hands are a little too soft
My face a little too smooth
My eyes just a little tooo...... well
Whatever it is about my eyes, my face, and my hands
Some may say that makes me
Not quite a man
Because I don't wild a hammer in one hand
And a beer in the other
I don't sing baritone, I'm tanner
Or maybe soprano.....?  
I don't know for sure

                 Confession
When I was sixteen I was the epitome  of teenage
Goth
Coir
Daddy's little....
Girl?
And I tried hard
To be exactly what people said I was supposed to be
Because I was never told that it was OK to like mud - pies and firetrucks
And throw away my princess barbies and makeup
I felt trapped
Born into a world of horrific stereotype to the maximum degree
And god help me! should I deviate from the 'riches' path of femininity
Lest I be shunned by not only my pears
But some of the people I love the most

           Speaking of which
My dad claims to be a smart man
An observant man
A man who notices people
So, Dad,
Wile you're looking around noticing all of them
How come you cannot spare a glands to see
That the youngest of your three
Is not the princess
You once imagined he'd grow up to be
So either I am the king of deception
The prince of cleverly crafted lies and half truths
Envied
Surpassing the skill and ingenuity of Lucifer himself
Or
You are not so smart as you think you are
And you cannot tell me Dad the you knew all along
Before my ever telling you
To pretend now that you did
Would be the biggest deceit of all
I wonder, oh father of mine,
What is going through your mind
When I step into our 3×3 bathroom in our 25 ft home sporting C ' s
And walk back out not 10 minutes later
Completely
                     Flat
                             Chested.........

my almost body does
through nearly hands which
deep reeds–the naked bottoms of rivers;

wide spans eagerly of ***
wist twisting
the curv'd blade
of their
hot in June mouth's
(legs arms)

occaissionly
sweating
swept in
the resin
of warm rain;

(a universe is here between
the hairless bulb of every fertile's
crescent )

a dangerous slenderly perhaps
of open lips
reeling furiously
with starlight

(outside summer is a hot blab
on the pavement can be heard
the clip-clap of a horse goes
lathered in tremendous dew)

a crocus riding
the small spring hour
of a lady

in tooo many clothes

I have been meaning to write you a letter
but I cannot find the right words
I tried to begin with hello
But it simply felt to sudden
I tried dear, but dear who?

"Well, here goes,
Dear Mr. love of my life"

Yeah that was try number 100
and it gets worse after try number 1000

"estimated Mr. ..."
"hi"
"Good day"
"I am" meee

How to I tell you what I feel
where do I start,
what words to use
to show the importance of my letter
What words to use
to show the love and need I have for you

"Dear you, " but then what next
"sincerely, me"?
I love you

Yes that is the beginning
"I love you"
I love you
"That phrase is a little overused,
simply because it is the easiest way to express
a feeling, a thought, a part of life"
Ok, there it is.
Once the first words are on the paper
the rest come as if following the leader..

"I bet it got your attention. I love you!
I love you"
But I love you is used tooo often

"I cannot let the words I Love You do the work alone
I love you with all my heart
all my soul
all my life!!!
All of my dreams are shared with you
All my fears are murdered by you
All of my future, has you in it"

Yup, there it goes. the words on the letter
the letter to my one love
my one love will forever be with me

"I know there are others, I know I am not the only one
but I prefer not to think about it,
I know you love me, I know I am yours"

"I LOVE YOU"

"but only because you loved me first,
only because you saw me first
only because you held my hand
and led me through the darkness
and into the brightest light of your presence"

Oh how amazing your presence was

State the purpose:
"I write this letter to extend my admiration,
to thank-you for the times we have spend together,
to ask for your forgiveness when I wronged you,
to reach out to you as the only one,
the only one I could ever love and be loved my truly. "

State a reason, claim or preference:

" I want you too..." NO
"I need you too never let me go,
to fight by my side,
to never give you back to me,
to fight my pride, my anger, my hate,
to never make me forget who you are
to fight for us to be together always"

"I need you, I must have you,
I cannot see myself, living without you
I cannot imagine a life without you
I cannot find a path if you do not lead"

"I was lost, and now I am found."
"I was alone, and know I have you"
"I knew not love, and know I know you,
The way
The truth and
The life"

"I want nothing else but to be with you
I want nothing else but to love you
I want nothing else but I forever fight for you!"

"Lord, oh God, Savior, oh powerful lamb
take my hand, and take me
through the pain
through the tears,
through the rain
through the fears
I will walk beside you
all the way to heaven"

"I love you"

"These words are overused, that it why I say
I will love you, until the earth is no longer round
Until the sun looses its light,
until we are the only two in the entire universe
until the universe is gone
Until light no longer shines with you
until I die, live again, and die again!
I will love you, until the way I can no longer feel no more!
Until I am dry and no longer be able to be alive!!!
The way you have love me first!"

GOOD girl what a good girl good girl who’s a good girl
and she sat and took it


She’s the one who looked into their eyes and said
hey this what we are going to do and who cares
come if you want
if you dont wait its ok
tooo
because ill be alone here and fighting for my chance to feel the wind and the glitter
and the glue
life is the meaning of art
and the meaning of art is leave me the **** alone im a person

after living this way for so long a person starts to feel like what the **** man **** **** ****
*******

and thats basically the story of life
and how life began and where life will end
and when a person dies they give up the ghost
the ghost of course is a supernatural force that lives within the soul of a person
yes, beneath the soul, but over the heart
because the heart pumps blood of course
it is essential to keeping the body alive
and the brain is the body
and the thoughts come from the brain
so please keep me alive so the brain drain and the heart collide and keep me from blackness

Your arms could possibly be my jacket
    They can be around my shoulders
   Around my chest
   Such as my waist
   Your stomach pressing against my back
    That's be nice ....
    Warm tooo

What i really want is just to build up a home. Where we happily live away from all this competition and pollution. Away from this dark side. I want to live in the brighter one. I want to build a home where on the door there is this name plate with our name craved with the wood and then there are our handprints . The bigger one being his and the tiny one is mine. And then besides the door is the postbox. The postbox that has got its ***** a little loose with rust all over. But, Ah! The happiness it gives when in the middle of the pile comes your mom's letter. And you get so excited that you never close the box and run into open the envelope. Then as you enter there is this massive wall that has so much of charm in it. There are these tiny snapshots of when we went to our honeymoon in the islands , There is this grand photo of our marriage. There are portraits made by you. And everything inside of that walls gives so much of satisfaction , so much of happiness , that even if something happens to US , we have so much to miss , so much to remember , so much to cry and so much to laugh tooo. All that's lighted up with very pretty xmas lights. And then besides the wall there is the kitchen. Oh! How we wish that we could just shift our bed over there. Our kitchen- it will be like the most enchanting place. All sorts of junk. And the fridge- everything from ice cream to alcohol , from Chocolates to candies. It will be our happy place. We will cook together. We will dance together until the oven buzzes. And we will eat like no one's watching. Like we haven't eaten for days , like , like its the last pizza we will ever taste. We will **** together , we will make fun of each other , and at the end of the day we will laugh so much about all the super crazy stuff we did. We will sleep on our bed remembering everything. And i swear you look just the prettiest head when you're asleep. So i pretend to sleep because i know you are gazing at me. I wait till your snoring starts and it doesnt take a while to start , because you are so good at sleeping. And then i just stare you my love with the deepest love inmy eyes. Feeling your breathe against mine ; And even though we have come a long way together , i still don't believe the fact that i got someone like you , the fact that you are so pretty and you are so kind and gentle and sweet and caring and the qualities they can never be described fully. So i just lay down there kiss you on your head and sleep with me wrapped around your arms.
Not every story has to have drama , some are just real life stories.

i think iam nothing
coz u r my heart
the word u say is me
the word i say is you  

it have been a long tine
i have been met u
ur eyes is good ur nose tooo
coz u r the world and i see you

sometimes i forget you’re deaf--- yeah I know, my voice sometimes sounds like yours, but remember you’re seeing my cameo appearance

sign language gives me the ability to see what you feel, the nuances that makes you, you, and hopefully you see that in me too.

my eyes trace the curl of your lips, the lifts of your cheekbones, the crinkles of your eyes, Not because you’re pretty (tho Im sure you think you are), not because I'm creepy, but because it’s my method of carrying on conversations. In your eyes are where I find your words, the verity on your cheeks, the tone on your lips.

Seeing as I can do that, DO...YOOOUU...STILLL...NEEEED...TOOO...TAALLK....LIIKKEE...THIISS­? **** NO. Over-enunciation is a thing and I don’t need that *******. I’m deaf, not dumb.

When people ask me, “Did you hear that?!”......HAHAHAHAHHA

There’s also that moment when you can’t distinguish whether your mom’s yelling at you cuz she mad or cuz you can’t hear

One of the best moments ever is like when I turn on my hearing aids and I’m waiting, like I get this start-up music, like windows pc, right? And like whammo! It’s Claritin-HEAR.

That awkward moment when you’ve asked someone to repeat 4 times and you still don’t understand what they said... :/

Calling on the phone. Let me see if I can get you to visualize this:
Ring Ring. Picks up
Hello, may I know whom I’m speaking to?
-Yes, this ---- Im here to talk about---. Is-----ome?
What, can you repeat that?
-Yes of cou--- to talk about---
Wait, Wait. Hold on, let me get my sister.
-Why? It's not---
Here you go.
*Done with conversation

I’ve got other examples: there’s the African accent of my family and friends from Africa. There’s the too quiet, can’t possibly speak louder than a whisper, there’s the too fast for my shirt. There’s the simple phone call from the dispatcher/sales person...There’s too much confusion on both ends and frustration when people on the other end must think you’re rude for wasting their time. I just got to the point that I would sometimes ignore phone calls because I’m not in the mood to embarrass myself not hearing anything they say.

i killed karma

2 shots: she gots
to my;…… blue eye;……
no lie;…….. not even high;……
this guy ?;….me girl?;…..
u wanna ****?
well fkl hell or heaven as well
leave me in limbo
im coming for u ***** HHAHAahahaha
i'd set u to fire
turned on by flames call me a lier
i wouldn't even waste spit to put you out
sitting back and watching u burn
******* on ya ashes just for a thrill

1 shot to my money
ding ding she had him on the ropes
but thats last years time of no hopes
but yeah thats loning forgotten
this ***** out to get me so fin raw
lemme let JQ show you how to *****

7 years bad luck or so they say
2 fkn mirrors broke that day
so KARMA *****? it seems like u have something  personal what u gotta say?
so come on then? come look me in these baby blue eyes
don't have time to play with ya ******* or a teddy
i despise everything u stand for you
***** ill **** you tonight, want to get in my way and dismay
everything you think, you think.
shot 2 waste my ink
across the walls floors and doors in a blink
come on then? right now?  already
your scales not balanced its top heavy
names johnny but you knew already?
youre not even real and your out to get me.
typical women made of myth and lies,
going steady steady with Quidie Quidie
yeah maybe baby happened already?
thought u were letting dreams and lies
i see your demise
not one to kiss and tell but karma?
im quiet the charmer
your momma, mother nature?
same time i date ya?
u both perg u say? HA
at the one and all creator
he def a yawll hater
to bad so sad
chilling with our daughters
watch em break aa waters.
rhymes with water *
*** sis on yous
just quid quid views


thanks for the **** today
blood and face tatts
yoh tooo ****
drib it dribt it crocked frogs at niiki
(Shot Kyle for that meme)
in  a minute
broootthhhheeeerrrrr
shoof a binnet
hows your
but LEB me not go there
(actually laughing for real at tis kak im typing now)


karma ***** im coming for u in the affair life
im gonna come for you with a knife
im coming for u with 50 broken phones
for a start? death by stones  
well ring ring
no one home
karma **** my ****
matter fact **** my **** with your mothers lips
**** not trying to be clever tho
not trying g to operate a threesom in cold weather ***
*** ***
im see u later homes or my carnies
my corona
your momma looking like a biscuit
maybe
kinda pammy lee
fkn snack to school boy johnny
thinkon
cough cough
corona *** covid
19?
im 32 imam drop it drib it
father time
loves lines
speeds his day
gives him a spine
weill i 1/8 leb
so i knock him dead
with 35 of my cousins
off with his head
dreaming of loving alice in wonderland
all day instead
show her other sides she doesn't know
some ladies clearly arnt hoes
karma and these ones tho
difference between morals and ethics
their brain……….. computing….
(did you say ***)
hahaha HA
HAH HAH HA
LIKE THE JOKER OR MAD AS A HATTER
from fish in the she to bugs in the air
your ***** blood karma
yeah i got on em
sorry men
Jq is year if the dragon
looking through the looking glass
or into the future with father time
alines world stuck in my mind
aint no getting out
bored as fk no phone to phone
or things to thing alice and i painted
roses and stuff
in a joy without a huff

haha i lost it
fk it toss it
***** recycle **** it
save the mafkna planet

fast or slow one day though
maybe 99 im getting in my coffin
hand on my ****
with my JQ trademark smirk
ha ha ha ha fk u
imma ****
off-to the next life
as idiotic as iccors
flying close to the sun
you bitchs wont get this pun
8 distinctions karma and u hoes always say
i was like fk it and took ****** and lsd before finals those days\
laugh laugh laugh
ha ha ha ha
funny funny funny
fact fact fact tho

yeah chase johnny he's fun=
F-kn
U-beliavable
N-nonsense

cut my head today badly. phone
actually just died wont charge
an and so much drama
clearly karma hates me
but imma smile
and keep smiling
told i must change today
fk if i change any more from who i was it would have o be into a women *****
fk it ill pat my own back
legit
pruod if u johnny
love josh

x

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