To all the men I’ve ever fucked, absolutely everyone one of you. To the ones I thought I loved and to the ones I endured,…
7 CommentsTo all the men I’ve ever fucked, absolutely everyone one of you. To the ones I thought I loved and to the ones I endured,…
7 CommentsWARNING IF YOU ARE EASLEY OFFENDED I DON’T GIVE A FUCK READ THIS ANYWAY IT’S FOR YOU I’M gonna put abortion in one hand And…
2 Comments” strange world strange people” PS. ( Want to know what happened to Mr.Victor and Mrs.Victoria? The ending is in another poems, curious readers please…
Leave a CommentRose 🌹 To be a rose, I must become a seed first; enduring hardships throughout the winter, ❄️ When its all said and done, I…
Leave a CommentSomeone once told me that the sky is the limit Someone so hypocritical, shooting up drugs can’t differentiate a song and a sonnet. Seeing is…
2 CommentsLie to get what you want, that’s how you get ahead. You won’t stop until you or someone else end up dead. Your mouth should…
Leave a CommentEyes are the mirror to your soul; how accurate can that be? One glimpse into someone’s soul, will you regret what you see? Enter the…
Leave a CommentSometimes when I close my eyes, I can see Seeing everything from a far, a hyperbole I want to kiss the moon and fix my…
Leave a Commentand being a dreamer means I lose touch with who you really are I look into the night sky expecting to see the stars when…
3 CommentsI don’t understand. It takes fifteen seconds to send a text message. (And it really shouldn’t take two years to tell someone you love them.)…
3 CommentsSome days I am a woman Drinking straight from glass bottles, My feet arched in tall magic heels. Other days I am a teenager; Flirtatious…
Leave a CommentI like the way butter melts on toast I am fascinated by the science behind it— how when things heat up they taste different on…
Leave a CommentHunter… is a hunter He hunts cause he’s a hunter Hunter hunts the huanted, that are supposed to be… hunted Hunter is a great punter…
Leave a Commentah, you won’t remember the sweet October when amber juice drips from the vines and where does the little grape picker go on that greenest…
4 CommentsThis trait I hate! This “Chatty Kathy” fate I’m so Chatty Kathy today My dignity, My grace blows up in my face whenever I’m talkin’…
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