my soul my dreams
Tuesday, January 28, 2014
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
under my skirt

UP UNDER MY SKIRT THERES A SURPRISE FOR YOU
THAT WILL BRING A SMILE TO YOUR FACE
AND A SWEAT TO YOUR BROW
AND YES, I REALIZE ITS BEEN AWHILE
THATS WHY I WANT YOU TO TAKE YOUR TIME
WORKING ME FROM FRONT TO BACK
I'M SURE YOU HAVENT FORGOT WHERE MY HOT SPOTS AT
AND UNDER MY SKIRT THERE ARE NO PANTIES
EASIER FOR YOU TO AIM DEEP
GOIN STRAIGHT TO THE ESSENCE OF MY WALLS
KNOCKIN THE DAYUM BOTTOM OUT
MAKIN MY ASS SCREAM AND SHOUT
IS WHAT I WANT YOU TO DO
BUT ONLY IF YOURE ABLE TOO
SEE, I, A PRO AT THE FUCKIN GAME
NO WORDS NEED TO BE SAID
AND I DONT REALLY NEED TO CALL OUT YO NAME
I'M THE SLIENT TYPE BUT DONT BELIEVE THE HYPE
WHEN YOU HEAR
THE SILENCE DOESNT KNOW A FEW TRICKS
AND UNDER THIS SHORT ASS SKIRT OF MINE
IS A BEAST NEEDIN TO GET UNLEASED
FOR I TOO AM IN A VERY BAD NEED
OF WANTING YOU TO CUM
PLEASING ME WITH ALL YOUR SEED
I'MM MAKE DAYUM GOOD USE
OF YOUR JUICE
AND AS IT STARTS TO ERUPT
I WILL MOST DEFINITELY SIP THAT UP
SO I JUST WANT TO LET YOU KNOW THAT
UP UNDER THIS SKIRT
AND IN BETWEEEN THIS LEGS
MY PUSSY BEG FOR YOU TO ENTER IN
AND IF FUCKING YOU IS A SIN
THEN I ONE BIG SINNER
ALLOWING ME TO SATISFY AND MAKE THAT DICK SWELL AGAIN
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
unconquerable

Thursday, June 3, 2010
Killing Machine
this poem was written by a friend of mine and me a couple years ago.I'm used to kill children, adults, husbands, and wives
I'm not the judge of who's the ones to lose their lives
I'm a bringer of death
Have you choking on your last breath
I'm deadlier than the effects of Crystal Meth
I can make a weak man strong
I've been used to protect the rights of those who are wrong
My body is cold steel
I don't feel
People reach for me in war, at a fight, during a drug deal
I'm hidden away, keep me concealed
Wave me in the face of a store owner to get your next meal
Keep me locked in safety, and I'll cause no harm
but let me loose, and I can raise any alarm
house me in your closet, in a supply store, even on a farm
I'm a killing machine, a deadly firearm
I leave people dying, others crying in the streets
continue to feed me slugs and I'll continue to unleash
It's what I was made for, It's not my choice
death rings in the air when I spray my voice
single words or rapid bursts
blood, steel, and death all become immersed
I was made to kill
blacks, whites, it doesn't matter, I murder at will
pull my trigger and watch the blood spill
but yet...I hate what I am, gripped in a thug's hand
or that of a mass murderer, even a member of the Taliban
I become an object of hate, associated with evil
they don't understand people kill people
It's not the gun, we're a simple tool
it's not our fault if we get carried in to shoot up a school
it's what we were created for
when there was power, but humans needed more
cuz honestly, when everything is over and it's all said and done
it's not my fault, I'm just a gun...
today does not exist
it used to be blue.
but not today.
today the sky does not exist.
i couldn't bear it's brightness.
so i erased it.
i remember my smile
it used to come so readily.
but not today.
today my smile does not exist.
i couldn't bear it's heavy falseness.
so today i erased it.
peace? i remember peace.
it used to flow in me
but not today.
no. today peace does not exist.
i couldn't bear to be consoled
so i erased it.
i had a heart once too.
it used to be so full
but not today
today my heart does not exist
i couldn't bear to face the pain.
but no matter how hard i try I can't erase it.
Sunday, May 16, 2010
beautiful liar
her teardrops fade to ashes.
She's all alone
as though the whole world fell in love
and she's the only one who got her heart broken.
Her heart lies unwanted;
a sin to be possessed.
Cruelty has taught her well
to keep her heart away
from innocent bystanders.
She says she's fine,
but she's going insane;
the pain is well hidden
behind her sparkling eyes.
She says nothing's wrong
when her world's crashing down.
She's such a beautiful liar.
She screams through the silence.
All the words she could never say
slowly penetrate her mind...
All of her mistakes still linger about.
She's within torture's embrace,
and she lies there
on the brink of self control...
dancing in the rain

never to be remembered until someone reminds me of them....
it feels as if im setting myself free....
to wash away my pain and misery....
to bring back happiness,
the happiness that has forever been gone
it fels like it anyway
it feels as if i have no more worries
as it feels im the only one in this word
me and my lover together at last
dancing in the rain
we danced together
with no known corriogrogh
love guided us...
rain brings us together
and so does love
we were meant to be
rain feels cold as our skin on our hands meet
we touch
stem arises
we both smile as rain begins to ceace
the world has brought us
peace
oh how i love
dancing in the rain
