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shes quiet at first
and doesn’t want to say too much,
I get her to crack a smile
and that just makes her tighten up,
I get her to laugh
and all the more does she put up a front,
attempting to deflect what ever I throw
I still hit it back, further busting her gut,
she regains her composure-goes stoned faced
and before leaving-looks me in the eyes, and says that she’s had enough
we see the end
of the week
our hopes come out
disconnected we
go a million different places
wanting to be part of the
party that apparently
is being celebrated by everybody
the mushrooms has them seeing stars
and they’re going tunnel deep
hiding adult themes
into childish things
that we
better not speak
of or we will see
a deeper underlining
that will only creep
news sure does
travel fast
especially when its juicy
even more when its something slightly tilted/exaggerated & bad,
“did you hear about what so and so did?”
“oh yeah, I heard she was mad”,
a lie is more appealing to the heart of the eye
so of course embellishment is going to enrich it just a tad,
like a snowball effect down a mountain
it gets even bigger every go around like a reoccurring fad,
so once the news hits them over the head
how can one keep self-contained and not get a little mad?
“word on the tweet is you had a crazy weekend”
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to all my exes still stuck on my sweetness
If you can take a Richard then you can take a joke, my dear quit being such a pessimistic fag
Self interest
highly addicted
overly medicated
mom tested & kid approved,
wearing all the template faces
reflecting off
the many moods
of all the moons,
this is different
the weeks been twisted
woe to what sexy mixed in
& to what Elohim showed through & proved,
even though
my mind knows better
my flesh wants what is clever
and to satisfy its worldly womb,
a little to drink
a lot to smoke
taking away the powers to think
about our close approaching/appending doom,
I await with a smile and a peace sign
something pretty on my lap/raw hide
when really all that is needed is my bible app
and patience for these wounds to soothe
#MadMan
We are young
We are free,
And you can run
Away with me,
But even free
Has its fee,
No restraint
Just receipt,
Good times
Hide in deceit,
But since we’re strong
They can’t defeat,
Us, As Long as we
Stand firm, on our feet,
But thats hard
When we sink,
Into the glamour
Of vanity,
Inciting more
And more insanity,
With non sober thoughts
And belligerent profanity,
I continue
Smiling,
Wild night
Memories,
All the fun
Are for those who were with me,
And for those who weren’t
I don’t leave much for mystery,
Lord forgive me
For you judge me,
And I am not of this world
But I’ll be damned if my teething,
Doesn’t
have it’s crazy cravings,
My flesh
Is but a baby,
And I don’t
Want to go on living,
If i don’t enjoy
Every bit of breathing
she had me at hello
but she didn’t stop there
answering all my questions as soon as
they were received totally unaware
that subconsciously
we’re both playing a game of truth or double dare
our connection engulfing our attention
never letting go of the stare
that we kept entranced in
even when others tried to make the bottle spin
tossing in their lies
with some fuck ups I later on went on to admit
which added more fuel to the fire
that I was talking my self in
to but it ultimately show cased my honesty by the fin
which to her safely assured most of her doubts and was to her the best quality amongst men
to warriors with fresh cuts and battle wounds
the simplest of band-aids are the greatest commodity or at least in the top ten
once the rumors settled like the dust off the sandals
of raging wild Neanderthal men
in the fields of open pastures of soulless blood hounds hell-bent
on destroying what still has life
since for them it’s too late to repent
she still found her way safely into my arms
with not one scuff or smudge on her pretty, little, black dress
I can’t say it enough
I did iT again,
as if after so many times
there’s something new to win,
but I can’t lie this time
I think there’s something to iT,
because even amongst the odds
iT still showed favor to me, after a bitch thought she bit,
speaking lies of me
adding on to my past,
to fresh new blood
yet you wanted to calculate her math,
giving her math equations
you your self couldn’t add,
the concept of lieing isn’t new
I see you follow with the fad,
of hating because who you’re dating
cant satisfy or deal with your loud obnoxious drunk stumbling ass,
what im saying sounds hurtful
please allow me to reframe,
it seems like where im going
im going there again,
except this time its a slightly different path
because the company accompanying isn’t at all about playing pretend,
although ive made mistakes in past
I think what started as it did before wont end like it did again,
my flesh my heart my mind my soul
cant deny what it sees and feels,
so im hoping what im hoping for
is authentic and all so real,
because at first
it felt too surreal,
but my breaking the diet with something just for my sweet tooth
turned out to be the full course satisfying meal
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