MemoriesII Rotten blankets covering her sullen body during the day, she gets the rest she needs to go on. Guttural snarls echo from her stomach signalling her hunger. She only gets two meals a day. Skoda does that to keep her thin.Memories
Skoda's not his real name, but it's the only identity he has. Well, at least to "his girls". It's the car he drives. The same car he's driven for 11 years, since he started his 'business'.
She falls into the heavy blanket of sleep. The sheets aren't warm, but they're better than the blistering November rain. She doesn't get the nightmares anymore, but still dreams of times gone by. &n
Standing in the RainI Her head hurts. It feels like a leaden balloon is slowly inflating inside her brain, swallowing up the space where her conscience and dignity used to reside. Eating up all her pride like maggots on a corpse.Standing in the Rain
Of course, she doesn't look like a corpse. In a sick and twisted way, an ironic injustice, her youthful beauty and full lips became her curse. An infliction for her to live with till the day she's discarded, like trash, a cheap candy bar wrapper, all the sweetness devoured.
If you see her, pacing, just drive on by. It's the only good you can do for her. Heck, in this stinging, winter rain, it's an early C
VenomousI don't know who I more despise Those who spread legs or those who lie And if you are in both the above You spread like a bullet through a flock of doves No remorse needed, no remorse due Just venom pooling like blood in a woundVenomous
Mrs and the MistressLike the middle of a gun-fight Like someone turned out the light A story for all the broken hearts Oh he's never gonna get cought Not even in passing thought He'll stop before the chaos starts He's got a wife and a mistress Uses both to relieve his stress She'd never leave him anyway Yeah he's very good at secrets And hiding all those dirty texts But she found out yesterdayMrs and the Mistress
| I have a tendency to go overboard and try anything that catches my eye. Which is what I'm doing on here. I'm mainly a poet, but if you suggest something to me I might just try it. |
Doctor Who Bananza
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Yes, I am an idiot
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Yeah, I don't have a signature.
Deal with it.
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Me(E): you are a dreamcrusher, Alex. A brilliant one, but a dreamcrusher.
A: haha
E: you are, sir. I should go dig up Langston Hughes and tell him that.
A: you should
E: "What happens to a dream deferred?" "It gets stomped on by Alex."
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Me(E): you are a dreamcrusher, Alex. A brilliant one, but a dreamcrusher.
A: haha
E: you are, sir. I should go dig up Langston Hughes and tell him that.
A: you should
E: "What happens to a dream deferred?" "It gets stomped on by Alex."
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Me(E): you are a dreamcrusher, Alex. A brilliant one, but a dreamcrusher.
A: haha
E: you are, sir. I should go dig up Langston Hughes and tell him that.
A: you should
E: "What happens to a dream deferred?" "It gets stomped on by Alex."
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Leave me alone or I will eat you. Don't laugh. You think I'm kidding? I have no problem with trying you for dinner. Besides, it solves world hunger and over population.
I am a proud volunteer for VHEMT, are you dooming a child today? It's a way of life.
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