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Fuck(h)er
It's been bubbling deep inside. I knew then that there was something to hide. False fucking for all the lies, that physical feeling for the emptiness in my eyes. Slowly slipping away from the slack that I tried to keep tight. Fuck her, that fucker may she fade into the night. Into the abyss that escapes my sight. To you, I say once and for all: good night.
Silent Storms
I've lost track of how many days it's been. Some days it feels like ages ago and other times it feels as if it were yesterday. Nonetheless, I don't think that feeling of worthlessness will ever completely evaporate. It comes and goes like tides. At times the waves are shallow and soft, caressing the shores with lament. However it seems that the moon brings these same waves crashing with unyielding ferocity and hate. I've forgiven you but not myself ironically. Regret still smolders over everything I've put into whatever that was that you carelessly tossed aside. You see, forgetting is a far feat for a mind that frivolously unravels every thought. The mere sound, sight, or memory of you is like an echo that eventually unleashes an avalanche. A gentle stir that builds into a furious rumble that will crash somewhere, or cynically, on someone. It's twisted how the culprit plays victim while the victim gets to play dead. But even the dead are rewarded with their convictions. XOXO
Loopholes
Conversations that lack honesty on one end are easily the most frustrating. It’s like putting things into a bag with a gaping whole and trying to carry it halfway across town. To do that over and over again takes a certain degree of insanity...but I guess being part of some relationships do as well.
Blockbuster
Most of these so called partners who share love; share nothing but stories that they convince others and themselves. Fairy tales of how things should be seen. All the while, acting with utterly contrasting intentions. Yelling to the world on a soapbox of this uncompromising passion. When behind the curtains, expressions of discontent fill the smokey dressing rooms. Eventually seeping out unto the box offices, lingering as scents of interests into possibilities. This twisted allure burns with intensity drawing more moths in to the flame.
Je/Ti(ff)
My last memory of you: Consists of glimpses of you glancing at him while we were dancing I could've watched both of you bleed every last drop between my palms
No y
I don't exist beyond your bedroom Nothing more than a pillow to cover for Your eyes filled with lies I despise Empty words that bare more weight than verbs I loath every breath you breath Your very being pushes me to leave Then pulls relentlessly at my soul I want you to feel the pain at the core To rot your flesh all the way to the bone And rip your forked tongue pinned against your teeth So that you can taste the iron from the red that you bleed A smoldering resentment resides within your love I wish your name would be one I never thought of Instead it echoes into the depths of my mind I'm sickened every time you call me "mine" Fuck your sick twisted form of desire and lust If I could, I'd rub my hands together and watch you slip away like dust
Gift Wrap
Fashion, to me, has become the wrapping to a gift yet unravelled. Yes, it has no substance in itself, but it presence a sense of anticipation. It is a form of presentation in terms of personal essence. Though it may not be absolutely necessary, fashion delegates--to those who take notice--the approach to content.
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Queen Shakur
Q: "So what type of woman would it take?" A: "A very, very, very strong woman and...one who is more in love with me than I was, because I have to be more in love with her than she is. And that's what it is. Every time I fall in love with a woman, I don't fall in love with the woman she is, I fall in love with the woman that she could be. I never--I haven't found a woman yet that fits up to my standards, and I'm sure I don't fit up to anybody's standards, but I haven't found one yet, but I've found ones that I think that have the potential to be the rawest woman in the world. You know what I mean? I feel like it's natural for a man, especially being black, to feel like he's a king and he's looking for a queen. And that's where I'm at right now."
took me 6 months to completely forget her. today, i no longer remember what her voice sounds like. i don’t remember what the rush felt like to kiss her. i don’t remember the goosebumps i got whenever she placed a touch on me. i can’t even feel her at night anymore like i used to. i can’t feel her breath across my neck driving me insane. i can’t remember her laugh, or her eyes. but, the thing i can and only remember is the way her mouth curved when she said she loved me. and that’s because that was the biggest lie she had ever told me.
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the original.
So you wanna play bad boy--let's see how you dance with a wolf.
XO,
to the bitterness, I'm starting to feel sweet. All the girls around me circling, eyes wide open for treats. After one left me tainted bland without flavor, everyone else should hope for a savior. Spreadng the insatiable need to devour with a taste that will leave your palettes sour. My cancer spreads from your belly to the teeth. Your jaw dismantled, tongue tied, unable to speak. Stammering at the thought of my taste, I'll make sure you won't forget this appetizing face.
XOXO
Deserted
She set a blaze throughout my fields, leaving nothing but dirt.
She seeped my lands dry, with a drought that felt like a curse.
Now she lay seeds, expecting life to burst.
I face the skies, pondering: what could be worse?
