You're my favorite cake;
I don't get you too often but when I do its exciting. It's the best one. That's you. I be like, oh can't wait try her!

Like that one time you gave me that head. I was like omggg this *****... esta mujer, gotta be my girl.

You wanna be my girl?
She laughs, and roles around as if to be searching every Window surrounding for faces. No!

Oh, so now I get it.
You hit me up every year or whateva, you make me beg every time I see you Mami. And when we finally ****, it's amazing, & then you wanna bounce. so I'm here to serve you, hu'?
Aye, you listening to me?
Yeah
I'm serving you? You come here but can't **** it mami. Here chula, put it in your mouth.
She laughs, I don't want to.
Psh, agghh.You get me so tight, so why you come here then?
But he's right, she thought, why had she come? She had imagined it wouldnt happen this time.

Did you ******' slap me?
What? That was hard?
Tss
Come on, we was playin' around. If you hit me I wouldn't get tight. I know it wasn't hard.
It was unnecessary.
You like that ****, why you playin?

He turned the lights off while she laid on the bed still fully clothed.
He was taking off his shoes then pants.
She waited.
He creeped onto the bed headed her ways.
Why didn't I try to leave again, she thought
Come on mami, you gon' take this off or what?

Is that mine? Is that mine?
She moans.
Who's is this?

Huh, he grunts.


Yo..
You..
Youurs.
Yeah!

No worries, I'll always serve you. As long as you're alive.
We laughed and I walked down. The last three steps and out the foggy air of season June,

Rain causes panic. Their heads are spinning, running maniacs lost in the fog. They’re walking dead, slaughtering souls that cross their paths. The trauma of born monsters and deformed hearts, rippled from the cause of their own explosion. An explosion that once predicted, but left the world in black and white. A grey scale vision for the hurt and reckless.

“You’re creating a monster; the old me can never return. Because of you,” he says.

His fingertips slide on the surface of her. Can they stand to live in the present and forget the past? Break the boundaries of time, or live with both in one. A traumatic bomb of lost love.

Ashes hail on their naked bodies; they lie still. Buried under as ghosts. Dizzy from the gaze of each others eyes. Fainting with every blink and lost memory they slaughter as time moves around their corpse.

Flowers bloom and clouds ploy, the sun rises and the moon’s petrified. Stuck in experiences that will never be, again. Stuck in memories because they can’t get away from what they’re seeing and once saw.

She lifts her hands. With a slow swift, her fingers glide through his curly baby hair. Soft yet self dominant, hard to break apart. Buried alive, her fingers split the bond of his living twirls.

Sunshine breaks through the cracks of the only window, it’s day three and she smells like cherries. Her skin covered in pearls, his skin shines like gold but chaos will prevail. Static will disrupt, after the bomb has been dropped. “Like you. I forgot,” she says as the rain erases away gold ashes and precious pearls.

There was a war, armed civilians dressed for disaster.

I was the prey. looking at the competition preparing myself for the attack. I watched everyone drool as my scent traveled beneath their nose.

-They’re ready for me; clawing and growling at me, pacing back and forth as they plan their first move.
But, I’m the predator, I came for them.
And I’m ready, I’m prepared to take on anyone and anything.
I’ll fight for myself. I’ll fight anybody for myself.
A monster, day and night I’m a vicious animal.-
There was once a war,
them versus me.
What were we fighting for?
Liberty was the answer, but respect was the trophy.
In the jungle we are all alone,
In the jungle it’s you … or me.
It is the kingdom of salvation, of identity and fear.
What are we afraid of?
an intimate dance with the devil and the person I am to be;
the predator ..or the prey,
or myself.
There was a war, between who I am, who I was and who I will be.
I was prepared for battle,
armed and dangerous.
Killing the competition, survival of the fittest ..and it was all for my own self-defense.

She might not want me to be with her, but I’d die to keep her with me.

I want her by my side until I can no longer breath.

She is the treasure buried beneath the bottom of my sea.

The gold and silver that shimmers to me.

She might not have the same emotions for me, that I have of her.

But I will do anything it takes so she is happily better.

Although she can upgrade, because I’m not what she would prefer

The love I deliver wont ever be the same, my love is the world ..only for her.

Her existence, could never escape from me.

Me, the man that could never stay away from her.

And with forces of the day, my night glistens for her.

Her energy electrifies the life of me.

Anger is the rocket missile that launches without your privilege. Anger is the explosion that kills peace and births tears.
Controlling anger is a mental state, you have to breath and clear your mind of all hate and release the heat that fumes up within you.
If you’re not strong enough to ignore or forget what made you angry then you lost the battle.
It’s a war between your mind and your emotion; what you know and what you feel. You have complete control over your emotion, don’t let anyone influence your emotion into something that you don’t want it to be.
It’s a brain exercise that requires very little power. When you feel anger begin to build and take over remember to close your eyes and inhale long slow strides of air. Think of the last time you smiled, think of the person who’s face brightens up your eyes. Just relax, loosen up your muscles and wash away all the fire that’s raging up within.