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Johnny Noiπ Sep 2018
The boy and the girl in the beautiful home of that ***** the stripper;
But her sister is studying music at school to get money
in the sense of prophetic elderly gentlemen standing in line waiting to kiss her leading to ruin on the Christmas cruises from the **** club strippers Dreams of the original area; machines received the cold eye of a rich rainbow waiting for the genius of smell; Icarus the sickness activity in the daughter's drawers powerfully of the earth; a picture of Christ in his own language the birth of a letter, beginning with, as it were on the wall;
and the cops also loved the alchemy, turn the robot by sticking a Magic
of the mom's the science of sand-grains that Einstein's Favorite
of an injury the wearing of the snow-clad on the one side the walls;
the top is made with the fat of the bat, and in brass, and in their hot toes
was taken to the torture chamber within; Bobbe of the unknown in which the Devil is in the child's Park and the letter is to the graceful flute; Live Sound like she says, drinking her friend meet just to meet fall asleep;
Gonna be a fool, as the angel watching it walked past the socks
off the radio broken glass on the table &  without remembering
Smoking Bettie's favorite food changes to understand her ****,         on down;
For one thing, talking weapons buried forever & just playing football holding the pen in the right angle of light to tell when the garden of physical fear, pain or Glory knew Maecenas to keep the leather football
stand to shake the leaves of the country for someone who is an
individual sport in addition compared to the hairy center of the sight
of the flames in the prostitutes' reading garden,
off the second landing the light that is available
                               by calling the new hot sweat,
the leading Beforetimes                   becomes a kind of a judge getting
her to remove all her clothes; the fate of the tongue having been captured
& it is                 nearly time to leave,        not under A, where, however,
it is not a return to the word of the imago;                the star, turning round
to see the teenager's divination, or because it is the book of the goddess
to die in favor of it, asking to speak,
of the blessed &   of the leading part,
of the course of her naked beauty;   The One took hold of the middle band
of the night watch of the night of the one side of the city to the knowledge,
                                                   cut off from the side of the pain of Asia,
feeding the drug habit of the Queen the opposite of your peace of mind,
I will;              1 will show it to you from Medicine Chest; her chest
measuring 30",         God is a Spirit on the beach where he dreamed
a dream; & there was neither Made nor When when we have already
set the bar so high ... and he has been approved ...
Sara Kellie Jul 2018
She's spent all the rent on
cigarettes and cider,
so pull out your **** and put
it inside her.
No need to bring your polished game,
for this one's a **** and that
is her name.
In her **** or up her ***.
The choice is yours,
where d'ya wanna ***?
Say "You ******' ****, get down on all fours, 'cause this is how I **** little ******!
Impale her on your hardened stick and explode inside her, creamy and thick.
Bangin' her *******,
it used to be tight.
It's not anymore,
it gets wider each night.
Then when you're done,
wipe the rest up her back,
letting her know most got
shot up her crack.
Next week she'll be suckin',
an appetizer before ******'
This **** she don't care,
for a TGirl with red hair.

*******
Poetry by Kaydee.
Just a creative imagination, I guess.
;)
roxanne Jun 2018
A man born without wings into the ashes of a forest
dead leaves and a valley of butterflies
Bleached to be ethicless
effortless as it is
To go without pursuit of question

A mind of matter
Wherein death lies one doesn't know
You're feeling all these expectancies
all these dependencies
Energy of yours, unhinged

The screens written
with the bastardisation of simple truths
Rhythmic as a creature
as spoken wavelength navigating
A wondering memory standing in front of the collectives

Transcendence above the impermanence
A palace on the grounds among us, but separated
dangerous minds of a phenomenon, in sequencing
Unceasing in divinity and untempered
by the indignation of his companions

Free to be, among the meadows of ourselves.
A tribute to X. My prince, a brother, a spirit gone to the wind but never departed from the atmosphere he breathed for us.
cjesus Jun 2018
***
The sour grapes of death
Are brewed to make this wine
That God force feeds us

The taste is bitter
The color is dark
And the smell is rank

We may not be thirsty
Yet  he will pour
Filling us with despair

We will suffer
Drown in our agony
Be consumed by our torment

But come one day
We will see
It was all for the better
xxxtentacion was my idol. He taught me to express myself in a raw way I thought I never could. Today he was killed and I mourn for him. This is a tribute to X
Tash Mckay May 2018
I have a nephew who's full of life
Makes me happy in this **** life .
He is the rising sun
Breaking light on every one
Helping me smile
Helping me be free
Colors just burst for he
He can not talk
He is special needs
But in his silence
I no his needs
He also smart
He understands me
He make me laugh
He so full of glee
So happy
So insightful
So misunderstood
He walks in a room
A bomb of energy
Oh dear sweet boy
I do love thee
Thankyou for trusting me
Thankyou for showing me
How to be free
You are the fastest river I ever see run
The strongest boy
So full of joy
Heart so pure
Colours dance around you when you sleep
He is the kindest wee boy you will ever meet x
My nephew is 6 he is special needs I spend a lot of time with him x we have a close bond . He such a sweetie x but he is ill in hospital so this is a poem dedicate to him xxxx I want him to be ok x
Tash Mckay Apr 2018
It was night as I woke to a choking to my throat
To a squeezing to my ribs
Binding my body
Binding my feet
Restricted
Can not move
Struggle for air
A being hanging
With a stare
It did not care
I take a mouth full of air
I'm scared
Then it jumps to attack
I'm fighting on my back
An evil is apon me
I fight for my soul
The darkness to take me
It crushing the air out of me
I prey
I prey
Please leed me to light
As I fight this dark night.
I wake with a scream
A nightmare
A bad dream.
I had a recurring nightmare of being crushed to death bye a black darkness this is it x me writing about is my therapy . Thank god I don't have this nightmare no more x
Tash Mckay Mar 2018
My subconscious is stuck on you
My thoughts hate you
My heart still feels you
My eyes still see you
My voice still speaks you
My sleep still dreams of you
My feeling miss you
My pain is still you
I miss you .
Heartbreaking they fall out of love with you  but your left feeling x want too forget x
Tash Mckay Feb 2018
Oh my boyfriend of mine
He started to pine
Gosh he did wine
I forgot too send him a valentine ,
And now he will not be forever mine
Now I'm in trouble I have ordered a double
I got myself in this mess
Oh look
That man looks so fresh
That's put and end to me feeling depressed,
Got a hotel room we got undressed
Now I'll let your imagination
Tell the rest.
Happy valentines
Mine was the best x
Cheeky funny ** it's all so mushy and loverly so I thought I would be naughty write this made me giggle *** just a bit of fun **
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