Guys, I completely forgot to mention….I can draw. Pretty decently, I’d like to think. I didn’t discover this skip until this school year, when I was placed into an art class at random. So from now on, please enjoy my oddly placed, usually unfinished art pieces.
Be Kind…
Nymph
“(of a woman) afflicted with abnormally excessive sexual desire.” Nymphomaniac
Is such thing only limited to a female of older age?
Could such thing exist in one of a younger age?
Of course it can
These creatures are known as
Nymphette
Their nature is powerful
Yet they are
oh so unaware of their power
Such a beautiful creature
they are
Not grown up, and filled with rage like their mothers
Young and filled with lust
Lust in their eyes
Lust between their thighs
Oh so
Magnificent
sweet little
Nymphettes
As I do
I just would like to meet someone A companion
Romantic
or not
One that possesses an equivalent amount of
Infatuation
For music as I do.
One the always turns his/her music up that extra notch
Not to “block out the outside world”
But to
FEEL
the music
Feel it in
Every
muscle
Every
bone
Every
molecule
of the
body
As I do
One the enjoys the
different genres
of music
Ranging from
Country To Hip-Hop
Reggae To Rock
And
Classical To Pop
As I do
One the doesn’t just listen to the main beat
But breaks down the whole song
Down to the base
As I do
One who yearns
to place oneself in the shoes
Of the writer
Simply to understand
Why these lyrics?
Why this beat?
Why this name?
To name such a creative thing?
As I do
One that isn’t afraid to
express
this love for music
No matter what people think
No matter the trending song
As I do
I just would like to meet someone
A companion
Romantic
or not
One that possesses an equivalent amount of
Infatuation
with
music
As I do
Ourselves to Blame
I simply want to exist in a world where
Not
EVERYTHING is okay
let’s be realistic
But where everyone is in understanding with their reason for existence
A world where we all come together in the time need
Instead of separating each other according to wealth, gender, and ethnicity
A world where violence is not the first idea in hand
But the last
A world where we can remember and accept, not dwell on the past.
We can learn from it though, in order for us to grow
Socially, mentally, and physically you know?
Lately it seems as if we don’t learn
Instead of two steps forward and one step back
We do the opposite and continue to attack
The one in charge
not the president no
The one who is the reason for our inability to grow
Ourselves to blame
Late night novel attempts
This is me, attempting to begin writing. I believe I need to read more, in order to be successful.
June 7,1999…The date an unplanned life was brought into the world. A simple thrust, loss of virginity, and an unexpected, ripped condom made this birth possible.
Adolescents
She’s witnessed the pain of love
during the early stages of
adolescents.
She’s seen
the bruises
the scars
and the apologized filled
tears
in eyes.
She’s heard
The
cry’s
The
“No please don’t”s
And the sound of
violent hands
hitting against
innocent skin
She’s felt the
tight squeezes
against her arms
Leaving bruises
The late night
squeezes between
her thighs
Leaving bruises
All of this
She’d hide
In order to protect
Her family’s pride
And at the
END
of every day
After those long
long
violent nights
The girl
simply wished
That she would have
died.
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