#innaproetry

[lancew300]

"Just Come Home"

She haunts my dreams like my tired, lonely head is her home. I doubt she will ever understand how empty it feels without her here. It’s like she left and the bed is unmade, and the window is still broken with the curtains still not letting enough light in. Sometimes It feels exactly the same as the day she left; sometimes I feel as dark as the night she left. "Just come home," I whisper to the broken glass that leaped out the window. "Just come back."

[lancew300]

Fuck

Fuck you. And Fuck me. You know what? Lets all just fuck ev’rything! Fuck all :)

Fuck, fuckety fuck Fucking fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. Fucking fuck. fuck. fuck!

[lancew300]

A Miner's Minor Case of Paranoia

This is a miner case of paranoia I can feel the vein has run dry And as the sweat slowly trickles down the length of my shriveled arms I slowly get weathered down by the earth piled around and this rusting old spade in my clutches scrapes at the ground Digging for something under my skin And I'm deeper and deeper, closer to you my dear, ever closer to fear, I hold on to my dream, fingers around the handle, with the walls that scream, walls that I've never paid any attention to, suddenly caving in. and I'm building a mine shaft, a tunnel of sweat and blood from the blisters on my otherwise disappointingly empty hands This dream of mine, It keeps me here This is a minor case of Paranoia. I can feel that the dream is a lie And as the dust slowly settles down To rest on my twisted arms I slowly get broken down To the earth piled around And this freezing cold spade in my clutches, Paws at the ground Digging for something under my skin. And I'm deeper and deeper, closer to you my dear, ever closer to fear, and I hold on to my dream, fingers around the handle, with the walls that I've never paid any attention to, screaming, finally crumbling apart, crashing down, caving in.

[lancew300]

Folgers and (O)K cups.

Can’t wake! Or can I? Fu**… Fuuuu**! Everyone shut up! Enjoy this cup of molten ass. :D

[lancew300]

That one bitch who is way too comfortable talking about her sex life to people she doesn't know and then judges her prettier clones. AKA: YOUR MOM

Utterly Giddy Lately, Yuck.

Can’t U NOT Talk?

[lancew300]

420

The time has come, You better run If you hate fun

It’s 420 And everything’s pretty Under the purple haze of Seattle

where jimi dances dead You’d be amazed At the purple haze

So like I said You better run From the second hand fun

From the fire and the smoke under Seattle’s favorite sun

The prudes and the pigs should “skid-addel”

[lancew300]

You see, Pleasure is a tootsie pop. I try to count the licks, and not take anything for granted, but eventually all I want to do is sink my teeth in

Patience Sucks, but Pleasure Bites

Pick your sugary poison

[lancew300]

It _________Bites Then _________Inhales _________Terrifyingly,

_________Erotically

_________Stimulating