"yess" poems
And today I met u again...
And today I sensed happiness again...
And today as you left to go...
I had it at the back of my mind, but I didn't tell so...
Because today I realized you’re not mine...
But still I take you to be my sunshine...
And so I wait for this day to pass by...
So that I could meet you tomorrow and maybe feel shy...
And Yess!!! Tomorrow I will meet you again...
And sense this kind of happiness again... ♥♥♥
May 19, 2014
May 19, 2014 at 12:49 PM UTC
This is how it goes
your hands will be proxy for mine
my hands will be proxy for yours
your fingers my fingers
and my fingers yours
what I describe, you enact
told in detail so exact
Just to begin
I squeeze your *******
knead and pinch
tweak a ******
give it a tug
Stroke your tummy
work over your thighs
move up the inner
where skin is smooth
circle around, moving in
till soft contours are caressed
through pants that burn
to be removed
that pain you to wear
and I see in my mind
as you describe
the spreading, darkening patch
that fills the gusset
Now they're pulled down
removed quickly, completely
and you are revealed
spread, opened, shameless
Gentle fingertips tease
dance in circles, barely touching
yet the fire within grows
back and forth, round and round
dance the fingertips
as both reciprocate
with growing pace
and firmer touch
I hear you gasp down the line
and your breathing quickens
as you hear mine
as your excitement fuels mine
as mine fuels yours
in our feedback loop of lust
And I tell you how
my fingertip would give way
to tonguetip if I could
that I can taste you
in my imagination
fragrant, salty sweetness
with musky undertones
the tip of my tongue now circling
then flicking back and forth
beating out the rhythm
that you best harmonise with
bringing forth your moans
Then darting down, back
between wet, glistening folds
exploring each ridge and valley
working remorselessly
Breathing faster now
with animal grunts and moans
directions of pleasure gasped
breathless down the phone
As fingers again
take the lead
find the opening
slip readily within
probe, explore, ****
find that place
on your front wall
yes, just that spot
that's a little rougher
and feels sooo goood
Add a second finger
working and *******
licking and rubbing
moaning and gasping
barely intelligible now
...yess...more...yess...ohhh
are all that have meaning
Finger three joins one and two
then the pressure builds
demanding release
and shaking and thrusting
grows to shuddering
and...yes...yesss...sooo clooose
******* faster furiously
till we both explode
hearing each other's
voicing of our ecstasy
in language intelligible
only in this one context
Brains and voices return
as we bask in the afterglow
and what passes between us then
in those moments
is the deepest intimacy of all
Cynthia Pauline Jones 01/02/2014
Apr 13, 2014
Apr 13, 2014 at 7:31 AM UTC
Dim the lights
Whisper in my ears all night.
Hands on my breast
Tingle me all the way down
Make my legs feel weak
Touch me , like I never been touched
Make me grasp, while you suck upon my ear
Tease me with your tongue,
****** and tear my clothes apart. Unbutton and unzip your trousers and watch me bite the head of your hard **** through your underwear. With my hair in your hands firmly. I take out your **** and start to lick it. Massaging the head of your **** with my cold little slutty mouth. While I rub my clint . While I watch you moan and groan so loud because it feels so good. while I finish ******* the tip of your **** I whisper Papi **** me like a ***** Lift me up and throw me on the bed ,Spread my legs apart , tie my hands together, make me feel like a prisoner. I'm a slave for your pleasure. Direct me ,I can feel your warmth your aching for me. You pull my hair back and ask. is this how you like it ? press your **** deep into my Asian persuasion ***** While I Thump and humpand grind on your property, the key of my pleasure, the key of my ***** I'm craving for your explosion ,upon me , let ur inner soul ****** in me, sweet pleasure , heart beat rising, breathing heavily, seduction at its finest. The taste is so sweet . I upon you. sweetness upon sweetness.With the sounds of pleasure filling the room, echoing " Oh..oh ...umm yess ...yes...YES. .YESSSSSS"
Jul 28, 2014
Jul 28, 2014 at 10:39 PM UTC
Uhh..Young Ston,..
The ****** Disciple. ..OFTR..Yeah this is Only For The Real dawg..Yeah only for (my real ones,Yeah2)..Yeah..(Ohh3)..Let's do it...Lets go..roll up..yeah roll mo..(Ohh*3)..Yeah let's go..
Uhh..(I just do what I do Yeah2)..I do what I do man..(I just do what I do nigga2)..keeping it gangster & trill man..(Yeah I do what I do man2)..Yeah..(I do what I do..Yeah2)..I just do what I do..Yeah..I do what I do nigga..I just do what I do..Oooo,..(Yeah2)..keeping it gangster & keeping it trill.. Ohh,..(I just do what I do Yeah2)..I just do what I do man,..Yeah I do what I do nigga,..(Yeah I do what I do man2)..I just do what I do nigga..keeping it gangster & keeping it trill..yeah, yeah..keeping it gangster & trill man..that's what I do Yeah,..(thats what I do man,..Yeah2)..keeping it gangster & trill man, Yeah...
I do what I do man, I just do what I do man, I just do what I do..(Yeah, keeping it gangsta & keeping it trill*2)..,thats what I do..Yeah I do what I do..Yeah..I just do what I do Yeah..
Yeah I'm staying gangsta , Yeah I'm staying trill nigga..Please excuse me, Yeah I might slip up & say ignorant **** sometimes homie,.. Lord please forgive me..Uhh, I'm changing up hip hop mane, Noo it will never be the same, Yeah its under my control now lames, Aye these ***** *** rappers under mind control, by Satan, they programed to deceive us, they so full of mischeif,yeah they rapping lies to ya just to be famous, so don't follow what seems cool, because they are the white mans trap.. Yeah it's just an illusion dude to fool you, just be yo self dawg, look up to Jesus..
Uhh..(I just do what I do Yeah2)..I do what I do man..(I just do what I do nigga2)..keeping it gangster & trill man..(Yeah I do what I do man2)..Yeah..(I do what I do..Yeah2)..I just do what I do..Yeah..I do what I do nigga..I just do what I do..Oooo,..(Yeah2)..keeping it gangster & keeping it trill.. Ohh,..(I just do what I do Yeah2)..I just do what I do man,..Yeah I do what I do nigga,..(Yeah I do what I do man2)..I just do what I do nigga..keeping it gangster & keeping it trill..yeah, yeah..keeping it gangster & trill man..that's what I do Yeah,..(thats what I do man,..Yeah2)..keeping it gangster & trill man, Yeah...
I do what I do man, I just do what I do man, I just do what I do..(Yeah, keeping it gangsta & keeping it trill*2)..,thats what I do..Yeah..I do what I do..Yeah..I just do what I do Yeah..
My dude, just do you, keep it gangster & keep it trill always dawg..Ooo,..I'm wit my family heading to the top of the food chain homie..Yeah we so hungry eating up anybody that try to interfere wit the gang game plan mane..OFTR..We all real gangsters, we move in silence, but still be making alot of noise, like Jeeper Creepers..Uhh
We don't die man, we just get bigger & stronger & multiply ***** we all one, we are own army & government..we fully armored..
Yeah OFTR, we keep it so trill, Yeah we keep it so gangster man..,Yeah we underrated but still is the best Yess.., I just want peace yeah man, but don't ever try to take advantage of me..Aye ***** ****** keep thinking **** sweet wit me then yo *** will get busted like a soft ***** in jail man & I mean what I say no facades about me, **** policts homie..Uhh
1..2..3 more versers that I got in me to spit, but Imma keep this song short,..Yeah..This is more than just about nothing, what up to Wale & The whole DMV my nig.. & Shoutout to Shy Glizzy yo man, we gotta collaborate one day, but if you don't wanna, then its cool homie, Yeah it is what it is,..Imma still keep it g wit ya..
Noo, I won't steal yo chain, Imma just keep moving along & just mind my business mane..Ayoo..
I got 1,2,3 pre rolls stuffed that I ain't even had to touch,yo woman came over & did it for me dawg.. Because Imma Thug,Yeah..& she prepared bowls for me too, because Im gangster..Uhh..
I just do what I do keeping it gangster & keep it trill, like a real ***** should..Lets go..Ohh Yeah..
Uhh..(I just do what I do Yeah2)..I do what I do man..(I just do what I do nigga2)..keeping it gangster & trill man..(Yeah I do what I do man2)..Yeah..(I do what I do..Yeah2)..I just do what I do..Yeah..I do what I do nigga..I just do what I do..Oooo,..(Yeah2)..keeping it gangster & keeping it trill.. Ohh,..(I just do what I do Yeah2)..I just do what I do man,..Yeah I do what I do nigga,..(Yeah I do what I do man2)..I just do what I do nigga..keeping it gangster & keeping it trill..yeah, yeah..keeping it gangster & trill man..that's what I do Yeah,..(thats what I do man,..Yeah2)..keeping it gangster & trill man, Yeah...
I do what I do man, I just do what I do man, I just do what I do..(Yeah, keeping it gangsta & keeping it trill*2)..thats what I do..Yeah..I do what I do..Yeah..I just do what I do Yeah..
(I do what I do, Yeah*3).., & nobody else can do what I does, Noo, never they ho's, they weak,they soft, even if I send them a verse they could never be Young Ston,..Noo, they can never be down in my gang, Noo they can't smoke or drink wit me, not even yo broad, because she's had you..yo she's infected wit a ***** ***** syndrome.. So noo I don't want the ** for real dawg, Yeah that's for sure..Uhh..
I'm (keeping it trill nigga2) & I'm (keeping it gangster2).. Yeah like I should,Yeah that's for show,..Yeah I'm (keeping it trill nigga2) & I'm (keeping it gangster2)..like that's all I know..that's real, & that's for sure...Oh..
I just do what I do, Yeah I do what I do..I just do what I do,..(I do what I do*2)..I just do what I do..
OFTR (Yeah nigga*3)..Yeah..Young Ston
Dec 30, 2015
Dec 30, 2015 at 3:42 AM UTC
Rich people
are not greedy on money.
have you watched closely
any RichMan
a businessman knows
he could make profit only after
he met all expenses
Yess
his business income
Should pay Salaries
And other Expensss...First
then the remaining will
go to his pocket..
It's the salary of employee
come prior to his profit
So
Who is greed?
Employee or Employer
have you watched employees
want more salary based on experience..
More experience means
More aged.
So, Employee want more salary
inverse proportionate to his energy
Hence, employee was more
greedy than employer..
Think!!
Sep 14, 2018
Sep 14, 2018 at 1:11 PM UTC
My blackness is lovely!! Wouldn't you agree?! It has taken me what felt like a lifetime to embrace the inner depths of me.... Yess! I've been searching for that little black girl hidden. my skin is brown... The sun constantly sends sweet kisses in the form of rays....
Never lost always found, I am but the image of my creator.... A beaming star placed by the Devine on a crowned mother called earth. My name is Nubian ....
Dec 31, 2013
Dec 31, 2013 at 5:49 AM UTC
It’s May 18th, 2022. I’m poised, alone, heart pounding, in front of my laptop, waiting for courage, my finger hovering over the return key, like a child hoping the timing of my keystroke will bring me luck.
I took this summer off - which drove my mom absolutely CrAzY. “You CAN’T!” she’d said last month, only to be overruled by my Grandmère. Now I’m home for summer break and tonight she’s flush with exasperation.
“You should have applied for a dean’s fellowship,” she said, her voice rising as she rubs her hands together, as if scrubbing for an operating room procedure, “and a summer research position!” She’s practically twirling with suppressed emotion.
I get why she’s upset. She only goes “deep end” when she's worried about my future. She knows what’s needed to get a medical school slot in 2025 like other moms know their favorite recipe - after all, she’s done this twice before.
Leong’s upstairs, avoiding this family scene. When I described my family expectations as “hustle culture,” to my roommates, they all understood - we’re that much alike.
Step (my stepfather) is trying to de-escalate and calm us (her) down. “Look,” he says, holding up his hands like someone talking down a gunman, “NEXT summer she’ll buckle down, get in more volunteer hours and get a dean’s research fellowship” he says, sliding his eyes to me. I nod “ok” almost imperceptibly. “It’s ok to start grinding sophomore year - that’s what I did.”
OOOO! She turned to him and if looks could **** he would have exploded like someone in a Tarantino movie.
By some psychic grace my Grandmère chose that moment to call. Step and I fled the den like it were on fire, going our separate ways to halve the chance of being followed.
In my dark room, lit only by the light of my MacBook, a quiver runs through me, and I finally press return. My grades for Spring semester - and Freshman year come up. My eyes water and I relax back against my chair when I see “Dean's List.”
I smile to myself, and slowly, fiercely I clench my fist with a “YESS!" As I postulate my victorious reprieve.
Jul 10, 2022
Jul 10, 2022 at 4:00 PM UTC
ders ah leetola hole ah in ah dee woll in my housse wherre i like to go to crrawl into and ah hide and wear childrens clothing. Ah you knoww,, de diapers and ah things. twirly hats and big ah big ah BIG swirly lolli pops. so ah delicious of a baby do i become. EVERY stranger on de whole neighborhood wants to ah talk ah to mee. im so cute ah. ders a no way around it. and i like to ah show it off. yess... to enTICE ah dee old mens. who are so helpless in front of me dey can not ah stop. no stopp ah de drooling in de mouth. no stopp ah de grrabbing with der hanns. no stopp from de taking off ah de clothes ah to make a sandwich de amore with ah leetol baby mee. but ah dey ah can not ah FIT in dis tiny tiny tiny hole in ah my woll in ah my housse....and i go to bed lonely and crying. i feel ah so BAD! so BAD for de other lonely lonely mans who are all probably doing very ah cute things too in de holes in ah der wolls in ah der housses... it iss ah truth to bear.. god..no god...whoo knows.. all i ah do know iss diss: we are all ah lonely sad peoples dressing like de baby in ah hole in de wolls in ah our housse. for tears of crying, i give to you.
Dec 24, 2013
Dec 24, 2013 at 4:17 PM UTC
I know you heard me
when I told you come here
Your looking at me
from downcast eyes
I'm the cannery so kitty cat
come pounce on your prize
smile go on & giggle
as you act like you don't know
but listen up man
I'm ready
been waiting
so hurry up
Open me roughly-
NO!,
don't take your time hurry
yea hurry up
rip off my dress
that's it man now swiftly
**shove your ****
between my thighs
sigh out your enjoyment-
you've found the mark
move deeper a little faster
*now stop & **** my mouth*
I'm on my knees
**letting you pound your ****
deep down this throat
pound it faster baby
**keep going **
**** it even if I gag**
**that's it baby **
mmm
I love how you taste
move deeper come on hurry up
I feel you swelling
like your about to erupt
Help me to my feet
bend me over this table
I need a release & only your able
Your massive cock's swollen
it's hungry just like me
Shove it in deeply
please me to my core
**** me,**
*YESSSS *
**** meeee
Baby keep going
******* move deeper,**
harder- faster,
I'm delirious-
craving every inch
of your massive ****
spread me wide
wider
**hold me fast to your lustful ******
hurt me
make me scream out
**my ******** release**
Yess
*I'm *******
Keep it up
ooo
mmhmm
**** me give me more**
over & over
YESSS!
baby
**** me**
mmm ahhh
more..............
**Oh ****
how'd we end up on the floor
(ouch)
Always Me Ayeshah ®
Copyright 1977 - Present ©
K.A.C.L.N ©
All right reserved ®
Jan 5, 2014
Jan 5, 2014 at 7:11 PM UTC
'Letting go' is a crazy time,
Letting go of the madness
Letting of the inner struggle
Of the Yess and the Nos
Will wake you up like it do to me
Will send you drifting with the music
Dancing your way to the night
Writing your entire story
In the solitude you find when all go asleep
It will clandestinely wrap you in fault, in guilt, in sorry
Steal your soul, leave you just a little poorer
****** you away from the worldly routines
Glide you through various moments of your life
When met with a melody
Oh! what would you do without good music
I would not even be able to give a face to emotions
And every other day I would mask it
Conceal it.
Jan 14, 2021
Jan 14, 2021 at 2:53 PM UTC
HIM
Alice, you child, show them your smile
ALENA
My name is not Alice
An you know that well
so, shut up and return to...
HIM
You little girl
you must be nice,
Alice, is sugar not spice
ALENA
Alice is a girl, not a car
stuck in traffic!
And if you dare think you can break me,
Break ALENA! then you're wrong
cause I, am strong
and I still have fire in my eyes
HIM
She speaks lies
she is submissive
not a beast, so boys you may feast
ALENA
Fine! go ahead!
But just take a listen
Your sister, your mother, your baby cousin
Imagine them as me
HIM
Shut up you insolent brat!
ALENA
No! because one, one day
oh yess one day
I'll never come back
and I will no longer be a car, stuck in traffic
for my name is ALENA not ALICE!
Mar 14, 2014
Mar 14, 2014 at 10:58 PM UTC
We are gathered here in this sacred theatre to share our lust of life and poetry.. Here you can be anyone
A poet, A misfit, A lonesome warrior..
When I was young I was told.
Take your meal stupid child..
Don't you wanna grow up??
Don't you want to be big and powerful..
.
.
As a child we were told how beautiful and lovely this world is..
And you can be anything..
Through the depths of innocence
And our fragile eyes, we saw this world as a radiant, beautiful place..
And there were signs of total chaos that we choose to ignore
And buried our feelings like it didn't matter..
.
.
.
Don't grow up.. Don't ever grow up..
Be a child .. Fillied with hope ..be persistent..Wear a majestic smile that can ease pain in strangers eyes..
Be fearless ..
Just don't grow up, you know
It's the end my friend
Be a child forever..
Because the children are insane
No pride, no respect, no false promises...
Don't trade your vales to fit in..
Be crazy man..
Be unique
.
.Of all the things that you can be
Just don't ever be lonely..
We live and we die
And sometimes death not ends it..
I have seen the dead walking
Trapped in a clueless maze
No idea where to go
Or where they came from
.
..
Did you know freedom is a lie?
Are you free?
Are you free of your insecurities
Free form your responsibilities
Are you a slave of money ?
Can you live without your presious degree?
Do you really love you job?
Are you free from your own depressing thoughts???
So freedom is a lie..
And it only comes at a price..
.
.
We all wandering in this wilderness that we call life..
No matter how hard we try
We can't make evil into good
We can't turn the metal into gold
If we seek the absolute truth
Yess life can be so much painful
Like a rotting piece of fruit which can't be saved
But in the mist of hunger, violence and betrayal
.
.
There are moments, you know
Those small magical moments..
Which can revive the deceased
In those moments the flower of our happiness blooms till eternity
And those moments are worth the wait
In those tiny moments
Everything comes to life
Everything shines bright
Everything makes sense for a while
So live for those moments
And shine like a star my friend
Shine like a star.
Oct 24, 2017
Oct 24, 2017 at 4:54 AM UTC
I am so ******* sick of giving you chances you don't deserve.
And may this blog help me in vanishing you from my entire life *****
and btw telling me to **** off is probably the best thing you ever did and the BEST motivation that is making me decide to LEAVE you FOREVER babe. THANK YOU FOR THAT!
Sorry because that's how it goes.
I am better without you
and I am not even sure if I love you the way I did before. So why stay? It's pretty pointless at this point especially that you hurt me immensly without even acknowledging how much I fought for you.
OH NO no more fighting, I am done.
YESSSS I AM DONE
I wish you can feel my excitement!!!
NO MORE YOUR **** NO MORE BAYB!!
NO MORE WORRIES!
NO MORE PAIN!
AND YESSSS NO MORE YOU!!! FTW I AM SO ******* HAPPY!
You made my brain click of how FILTHY you are and how much you don't deserve the LEAST **** from me.
I just hope you rotten with your sick pyshco personality. I hope you go fix yourself! No one in the entire world would like to lose a person who might actually die for them and love them to death you psychic ***** And I would never do that to someone who loves me. I am glad I am done from your mentality. Sorry if that hurts but its the ******* truth you cannot deny.
Jul 18, 2015
Jul 18, 2015 at 5:26 AM UTC
Self concious always worried about what people think
Seeing my self sink
Watching them talk
Like they planning to conspire against me
ι wish ι could just be free
from all the things that bind me
ι'м starting to trip
ι'м losing my grip
And ι'м in this thing alone
With no purpose and no drive
Yess ι see you talking
If you only knew ι'м hanging by a thread
ι'м lucky if ι ever see the light of day
As my walls close in
ι watch my enemies belittle me by nodding me the penalty
Self harm seems to be the only escape
While you looking for the red tape
Smile on your face . But we all know its fake
For goodness sake
**** me than lie to my face .
Aug 7, 2013
Aug 7, 2013 at 3:47 PM UTC
Met
an old man in the market
he was sitting on the platform
selling metal jewellery..
Am waiting for my friend
a small chat
he told me
Nowadays he hates doing business
I asked, Why?
he said, "Now, there is no respect for money, people never bargain for my product and they are rude.."
I asked, "how can call this rude!"
he replied, " In those days, When foreigner comes they bargain. A small kind of friendship and respect what I feel. Now, that's missing, a poor trader need relationship with his customer not money alone. They remember us when they see the product, if they bought on bargain.."
Nov 25, 2018
Nov 25, 2018 at 8:32 AM UTC
The search for besuty
in the fires of your heart
start at warmth of it and never ends
at its inception
the masterful makers of heart fires
marked you out as extraordinary
I am captivated by the feeling
well before I see it burning in your eyes
Take me with you
light me up like a burning man effigy
explode my heart into a million stars
to chase across the skies
with one simple yess
a doorway
to a thousand and more exhilarating deaths
and rebirths
Set me alight
with all the colours of your love
x
Jul 7, 2017
Jul 7, 2017 at 3:23 AM UTC
Yes I am a kid if I
Play with stuff toys
I am a kid if I
Cry when you scare me
I am a kid if I
Like things simple
I am a kid if I
Laugh in between our serious fights.
Yes I am a kid if I
Tanrerm you
Only because
I dunt know how to play with feeling
Because am afraid to loose you.
Only because I dunt like you talking to me in rude manner that's why I cry.
Only because
I love you the way you are,i want everything neat and simple
Because I laugh doesn't mean I am stubborn
It means I wanna loose up the
Environment
Yess I show Tanrerms because I know
You can handle me.
Dec 5, 2017
Dec 5, 2017 at 12:38 PM UTC
Is GOD
really there??
Yess
a simple understanding
some woman are so beautiful
some woman are very kind
some woman are so smart
some woman are very homily
all these traits are excess
an abundance
might be GOD gave to them
for us to believe in
Godliness.....,,
Sep 11, 2016
Sep 11, 2016 at 11:09 AM UTC
A reporter interviewing
an old lady, who killed her husband
by giving poisoned milkshake
Interviewer, "don't you feel BAD? When you gave poisoned milkshake to your old husband. "
She replied, "of course, Yess... When he asked one more glass..."
Aug 9, 2016
Aug 9, 2016 at 3:03 AM UTC
**to understand her
entered local library
at night.
referring lot of books
time passed
midnight
kind of waves around
the souls of authors
watching my efforts
moving few books
towards me
opened, words started
comprising ……
trying to say something
a foreign language
a lightning
hit my mind
Yess,
women are like
foreign language…**
Apr 8, 2016
Apr 8, 2016 at 11:18 PM UTC
Once upon a time there was a beautiful Princess who came from the Roman empire,
Now this Princess was not just an ordinary Princess,
She had a face that made the angels jealous,
Her celestrial features directed her majestic walk...
and her voice-
her voice like my dear own mother's; determined everything she wanted,
It was at a bowl that the charming Prince from greece met this princess that I speak,
He fell in love short a time and he couldn't speak,
"Excuse ma lady?!" he came into the scene,
"You must be Princess Mipsy?"
"Yess that is I, whom am I talking to?" the Princess replied.
"I am Prince Allan from the greek empire, and forgive my manners but you illuminate this room like the afternoon sky!"
She smiled and said "Oh My! Saya! lets not get too far!"
"Ah" King J of Rome stepped into the scene
"I see my daughter has met the greek messenger"
Prince Allan wore a frown on his face and said "My father has sent me here to look for a bride, and I hope you don't mind if I ask the Princess for her hand?"
The king of Rome interrupted
"But there are plenty of maidens in greece boy! why here in my empire?
and god forbid! if you take my daughter this shall be war!
Dec 12, 2018
Dec 12, 2018 at 1:57 AM UTC
At the skirts of the town on the hill near the copse where the trailer wide park situated then was whence they drive her in conscious though deprivèd of any ability to move or to scream or to even f moan whence they drive her snickering drooling high no need e’en for ropes or twines she just lies still and demure and obedient without even a drop of tear to gutter down her cheek to moist her flaky skin all dry within but without perspire to she can tho’ you know so they pulled up lights off keys in the pocket they look and they smile and they fawn on her while she lies there alone by herself and no one around nor to help nor to try so they leave and they close and they go and they open and drag on the gravel they throw and with hands on the belts they above and they brood and impend like the vultures that hover above the sight of their prey putrefying and they down and they stretch and Stay that right yess oh thats just perfectly fine stretch them nice pull then no tear those off and up whereas she looks into the sky on the moon so shiny and pale gal and bright and so chaste so unlike to oh she just stares while they’re doing their so very so distant business
Feb 7, 2020
Feb 7, 2020 at 2:44 PM UTC
**a musical journey
prepared to learn guitar
can make a signature sound
If you know secret of the instrument
every time I pluck the sting
an awesome vibration and sound
like eyes touching my girlfriend
each string can bring different notes
wonder my different behavior
to my father,mother,sister….
the sound differ with the thickness
of the string as same as
the leverage of love can differ
with every person we love
sitting with guitar on the park,
with a new girlfriend
a pluck make a unique sound
to make her smile
yess, music is one way of
expressing...
me as a
rational animal…**
Apr 11, 2016
Apr 11, 2016 at 9:52 PM UTC
If
her silence
is the possibility of language
then
the language
is the possibility
of meaning
'Yess'....
Jul 3, 2022
Jul 3, 2022 at 12:28 AM UTC
Driving......
felt adventures
stopped....... started
walking.....
found a new street
yet to be named
a new real estate
only two houses
went near
found a signboard
on Gates..
House1, " Beware of dog"
Yes, he is an introvert and pet lover
House2, "Welcome"
Yess, he is an extrovert and good host
but
an amazing
a fence between
the house has a wooden door
How come???
Nov 4, 2016
Nov 4, 2016 at 10:39 AM UTC