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It was my 1st _i L L and I have yet to feel
My method UNORTHODOX
Celebrating an atypical train of thought
I FOUGHT MY HUNGER...way deep in of itself
Bottomless...a morphing somersault
Impatience obstructed my sensational plan; I never wanted to be famous
So aimless...MY 1ST _i L L
Not dramatic or spiteful
PURE DRIVE...my compulsion
I am numb and convulsing with eruptions of systemic pleasure
Cupping my breasts out of habit
I SCREAM AFTERTHOUGHT ON THIS VERY PAGE!!!
1st _i L L
Temperance WILL let me manage another, no set schedule or blunder
I will continue until asunder
Flashbacks of my ____________.
MY 1st _i L L
I thought it all started when I threw away my virtue in the triple 6 barracks...
Satans bed transformed by a young womans head
believing he was what he said, but instead in this hell
ALL lies r truth 1 in the same...
TREACHEROUS FUCKING GAME
In all actuality
pigtails, no frame
dealing with a chaotic initiative
@ home was when I was 1st exposed
fundamentals for me was no phonics and crafts
it was going behind the bar stumbling upon board games with tits n ass
being felt up sittin on mommys boyfriends lap
zapped me of that innocent phase
wasnt girly giggles no more on my face...
It was distaste + desire...
I WAS DRYBRUSH IN TURN IT CAUSED A FIRE!
My LAST piece (inspired by Richard Pryor's:LIVE ON THE SUNSET STRIP)
He said u dont graduate into manhood until uve had ure heart broken, and as a result u then want to KILL the world....IM in sync with this pain ofcourse as a woman maybe not by a relationship per say but by things Ive witnessed in life & what others do....ok maybe a dude or two heh...as the middle of your chest sloooows it cramps,cramping to seize what lively blood there is left because the rest will curdle...DIE
u clutch that spot that housed the chambers of the heart...madness offers to zap it back, but electrodes are a no go...u pick up whats LT wrinkled dribbling bleeding mess
U go to nest I could cry till the end of time or hold my anger all inside that wont hit me for a few days ...I'm outside my own body watching relishing my own misfortunes ...do I enjoy this sensation aching n aching walking to work faking....not paying attn to my fore sight...hindsight is 20/20...but Im blind and mannequin posed without a fuckin home ..wondering outside alone searching good ol times that now rouse suspicion...I wanna be whole...I need that piece thats missing, and some fucker has that last piece...they probably thru it in a knapsack not perceiving my true value. thru some edges away because it requires more than a handful...gargantuan I am ..not for the weak not for the phony , I knowingly let u in...when I get my mind RT ...I will get back my last piece
BEGUILE / abstain
Beguile my best sense of self, my sincere essense waits
as I do so my feelings abait triplefold
I spit gold but receive tin that sometimes grows to nickel, but NEVER turns platinum
Twisted is the recourse but I have become silly putty-That stage most women go thru
Its a sickness thats most entertaining to the numb nutt men that are waiting...This is a
Biding my time until I affix my eyes on thine that will BEGUILE n Bewilder
I soar in that highest of highs..a molten bittersweet lozenge He is!
But that kiss----------The tongue tie that doesn't insinuate innocence, pure abandon
Imminent heartbreak that grueling ritual
EATS SWEET, BUT SWALLOWS SICKLY
smooth batter that transforms to prickly
pine needles to quills---THE FURTHER U LET HIM SPILL, into u
the realization is: It is not only milky secretions u've let into ure VENUS
ITS dudes soul; although, he may lie down as dead bodies in the ground
He ECHOES eternal
They fail to know its a demise
with they're cocks throbbing and wondering eyes
Hollow locust shells
In numbers WE r plentiful ourselves
Strength in numbers, so lets rebel...the fear of loneliness repels
we rever into indentured snails
I say WE....women.......Us
unite n purge this festering wound
We WILL be maimed if its not soon.
Father's Day 2
I hope u look out the window on Sunday, while ure life replays,
and mine decays...so u treated us like dead weight
I hope ure dead
WAIT....experience my dread, when the male experience began
No model, nor mold- to hold side by side 4 comparison
Now I have a son-I have since cut ure bond...but
I will continue "Father's Day" and release the rage that causes
Time elasped delays
Now what in the hell did I say?
Whatever the fuck cums out
You cause the forever pout
Sever vertical down both wrists are out
Shed thy blood, I'm stuck in thy rut
Caused by the monumental slut from the:
thats a euphemism w/out even trying.
I'm tired of shedding tears over,
Having fear over
these niggas leftovers
bein a crumb on a plate then thrown away-
So I walk w/ the height of the pyramids
So peel back ure irrelevant eyelids, and peep my iris
at the top of the page
u only grasp the tip of this berg
most people not enriched, but absurd
My vision is not crystal, but is blurred
I ride the wave of the curdled, where life makes us jump hurdles
I'm exhausted, but I dont admit defeat
So kiss my feet and retreat
this lioness burns her meat, before the elite, and make them cringe
Your life is over b-4 it begins
In the beginning SHE tempted him &; tried his soul to its very limits
Her body an exhibit till SHE, offered up swollen mounds &; curvy
cakes. HE dined on her body &; all HE did was take.
SHE was happy because, now SHE won him, and HE took notice of
her; SHE was occupied with glee. So joyous until…her ego needed to
feed again; another victory to fend. HE was not aware so soon.
In time SHE was gone more often than not; his pot…Continue
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