gambling love

my anatomy operates on semen
drops blend into body as i play keeper
i pull your lever looking for triple 7
waiting to win the love you have but only get stuck
with one bar and two cherries
since the burst of my fruit i have been confused about this issue with love
what is this thing that’s protected by body? one mind disfunctional in the in between confused by the canal my heart is flooded in disbelief
to believe in it is to be selfish
you have to see only one
but see this vibration i bring internally aura tapping others unwillingly
has seeped and is starting to grow empty
because i love you doesn’t sting the same
it feels like air in a empty canister
waiting to be stirred until water sweats around whats left of her.
whats left of her is just heels and lingerie
satin and silk playground for him to play
he laid down but didn’t want to stay
i only wake when he comes inside
he comes inside at night and when he arrive i die because he doesn’t wear me properly
i just pull his lever
and we repeat until triple 7
appear in these windows we see but we don’t breath the same
he breaths fast and i do slow as the silk comes back on and the satin flirts with arms
i lust for love
he returns and gazing into pupil matter kicking the water out of his eyes
he confesses
he lies
i tie my legs around him and pull his lever
one seven two seven the wait becomes
uncomforting and just when i think hes more to me
cherries appear he feels fear and leaves again
i gamble with love
giving all i have to place a bet that wont guarantee me a spot in the jackpot
so i keep pulling levers until triple 7 comes

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(her)ione

we ride together like a pack but divide when the click plat hits back

now your dipping in cadillacs and singing to cognac only to remember your baby mama is a heroine addict.
shes an addict and your child is itching for a fix that no bottle can bring.
shes lying on bed kicking and screaming as her heart speeds to levels that no man can cease.
she freezes and shakes without being in her mothers arms, her body lays.

you watch her defenseless you can’t bare the fact shes useless so you
dip in cadillacs and sing to cognac.
erasing all your memories until your soberiety comes back.
back from black you see the kid again.
you pick her up and breath into her all of your alcoholic wisdom.

she taste sick
she feels like ice when it sits in glass perspirating and bleeding on edge
your on edge looking into her her dead eyes
this baby was never meant to survive she was meant to fix her mothers addiction.

we ride together like a pack but divide when the click plat hits back

 

Wasted time

Wasted time

Don’t be mad
When the hate starts to stick to your spinal fluid leaking into your memorabilia leg wounds shaking climatic memories of he.
Just don’t be mad
When he tells you the truth that enters with spikes and exits real smooth.
Hey!
Don’t be mad
When your open wounds get dissected and filled
Like cavities,
Chest cavities bleeding out past memories of he.
Don’t be mad
His love wasn’t meant for you.
Don’t be mad
When your mistakes catch up to you.
Running out of breath, halting your body can only remember his face.
Don’t be mad
When he says you were his mistake.
Don’t be mad
When you open another door and see the same man waiting at your welcome.
Don’t be mad
As you welcome his being.
Don’t be mad
If he starts to defeat your ability to see past him.
Don’t be mad
He comes like seasons.
Sometimes he provides you with winter glows or summer heat.
Sometimes the spring manifests colors to be thrown at your feet as he Falls easily back in you.
You can’t be mad because the death you feel inside of you only comes alive when he’s near you.
Living to die because love will make you mad, hate will make you love, and the cycle is human.
Just remember you can’t be mad when he leaves you for another woman.
Don’t be mad
Because he’ll be back to make you feel this moment.
Don’t be mad
As you bathe off his cologne and semen.
Don’t be mad
When your looking out windows waiting for that next season.
Don’t be mad
If the lies start to play in your brain matter and forever embed itself as fiction.
Don’t be mad
You’re only human.
Don’t be mad
When the clock ticks and they still don’t get it.
Just don’t be mad

A being that was

A being that was

They were the loose pieces of a being that was
Pictured as a beauty flawed by her holes
They were the loose pieces of a being that was

She would lie for them and I don’t mean the kind you tell your mother to hang out a little later. I mean the kind you can feel stimulate clitoris.
Body quivering heart beats racing speeds that only children could reach on the playground.
Her body was their playground
At recess they were children who came and went when the bell rang
The bell rang like wedding like wedding rings
They were all taken.

They were the loose pieces of a being that was
Pictured as a beauty flawed by her holes
They were the loose pieces of a being that was

Lover number one was the one
Right like everyone says the first is the hardest to get over with
Over his scent and quick loving She was still so enamoured in the fits
He threw fits
Angry from her presences but grew fear when she left
She felt him from distances that only a sonar could hit.
Whale let’s just say his sounds were never intimate always rough
Like punches in a boxing ring
They went rounds of arguments
Only to find rubbers was the silence of the rut they lived in.

They were the loose pieces of a being that was
Pictured as a beauty flawed by her holes
They were the loose pieces of a being that was

Lover number two was short just like her
But love not the height; made her leave
Left crying in stairwells he felt like slime from a whale
Inside She couldn’t find what She felt for lover number one.
Lets just say it wasn’t that fun and We don’t count that one.

Lover number three    
Such random meeting.
At first glance
He crept inside of her
And swears he would never leave
I guess he liked the way She felt

Said her wetness cured his drought
Until his fountain was completely full
With more than just her
She doesnt know when he plans to get out but one day She hopes he understands She can still feel his heart speeding
She sent him packing with an eviction notice but she didn’t notice they didn’t know who they were
Just a quickie to conquer
That one day they had a mental meeting

They were the loose pieces of a being that was
Pictured as a beauty flawed by her holes
They were the loose pieces of a being that was

Lover number four molded a beautiful child with his wood that lasted awhile.
She Shouldn’t have let him slide in so easily but friendship brought them to lie weakly
Contracted what many call common her common rose goosebumps on her flesh
Leaving a mess and a child without wed
That wasn’t her
She was just the side chick
She was just the argument Prozac
Left open until the sun rose it was only a matter of time before she felt poisoned
Drinking his friendship. Dying from the consequence.

They were the loose pieces of a being that was
Pictured as a beauty flawed by her holes
They were the loose pieces of a being that was

The next two aren’t worth mentioning just know they weren’t suppose to happen
Ever since her celibacy has been calling and 7 months she hasnt called them since
Realizing it wasn’t worth it!
The sex was just hurting
Leaving her broken
Shattering her moment
Remember there potency
See this happened to me and at the age 16 I made a vow to never sleep with any before marrying
Now I’m left to see those I opened my pelvic blessing for marrying
Left sitting in the aisle watching
Broken dripping pink flesh at toes
Because the pieces have been stolen and left unsolved.

They were the loose pieces of a being that was
Pictured as a beauty flawed by her holes
They were the loose pieces of a being that was

Castoff

 

 

Did you not like the way I felt against your skin

Still searching

I was fitted to your scent

Still searching

Stretched,torn,and left

Still searching

Concealed your secrets between seams

I was the only one to make you feel slimming

Still searching

Cotton, polyester, and silk

I sulk

As you’re still searching

 

Why are you searching for I was sculpted to you

Soften to follicles

Molecules in synch with abdominals.

 

Hair protected by garb wired to breath

You could inhale peacefully through my seams.

But now it’s too late for me.

 

As dust gathers on my collar

Hands itching from every dollar,

Wasted

Waste basket my home.

Sold,

At a garage sale still fitted to your smell.

Worthmore

I’m worthmore

 

No pennies fall from your temple but your head glows,

as loves aura wraps around you I want you to know.

Youre everything and more.

Never let anyone tell you less, for my words are invested in what you confess.

Mentally strengthen your weaknesses.

Hold on to your music.

These words meant to make you feel at home.

Remember the dome needs soothing.

Everyday say these words I’m beautiful, I’m worthy, I’m unstoppable, and I’m Human.