SHOW ME YOUR POETRY SKILLS

 "Foot added to ass subtracts life
Also the point of a knife,
 "Grinding deep into a fool's chest
Now watch how his Nike gets wet,
 
 "Shhh! Die quietly and don't scream like a bitch-ass girl
Remember this is what happens in a cold-ass world,
 "Can your eyes see how the darkness falls
Can you feel how shit and piss fill your draws,
 
 "Consider it the dark days of disaster
For another walking dead ass bastard,
 "Cutting out eyes with crack pipes, sodomizing with metal pipes
Now the police is looking for your body with dim flash lights-"
 
(Woman Crying) "Who could have done this? Why! Why my son?"
(Brim)             "I don't know. Whoever it was is a  
                       heartless bastard. Let me take you  
                       home so you can calm your  
                       nerves. You don't need to be  
                       alone".
(Woman Crying) "Your right. Thank you Brim. Your such a  
                       good friend".
 
 "Your mama now under me looking for comfort
Thinking that sex is gonna replace the hurt,
 "Her tears are gone, now she's face down ass up
Got me thinking, no matter the situation a woman is going to be a slut,
 
 "And for whatever its worth
On the same mattress where she gave birth,
 "Of her dead son. What the fuck? This is a desperate bitch
But whatever her emotional state-I'm still giving her the raw dick,
 
 "Teasing her with my tip, causing a sexual moan to escape
Making her pussy pulsate and that fat ass strip club shake,
 "And it works, as my hard dick slowly pushes in
Because the last thing she's thinking about is her son's gruesome end,
 
 "Crying from pleasure and not pain
And every time I hit that spot her pussy gets wet like a monsoon rain,
 "Slapping her ass, causing it to jump and wiggle
So sexually consumed, she begin to whine and giggle,
 
 "But soon everything's she's gonna forget
As my pussy juice dripping fingers tighten around her neck,
 "Pulling her against me as her ass cheeks spread
Not letting go until she's limp-dick dead".  
 
 
 

Sometimes,we all just need an escape from reality.
And so I pick up my pen.
I begin to write my own world with no pain.

I write down cloudy skies.
With a sunset, that will amaze.
I write down a garden.

Full of flowers ,all the way.
As you walk down a path down the bay.
I write down sunshine.

A happiness for my own.
I write down,and make the clouds go away on their own.
With children laughing.

And dogs,cats napping.
Underneath the sun.
I spread my wings,I begin to run.

And I fly on top of my imagination.
With the lovely creation of my words.
Slaying the evil with my words,like swords.

Like a poet,I write my own little world.
With no sadness,or despair.
You feel the peace.

And you always want to be there.
Like a creator, I have powers.
Beyond my words and rhyme.

Like a human, I have emotions.
Expression and emotion combine.
Like a god,I make my own creation.

Rhyming and words ,creativity combine.
I write my words,creating new worlds.
No matter the limit of time.

No matter if people like it.
No matter if it does amaze.
A world of my own, I've seen worse days.

This colorful world is beyond magic.
It's sunny, happy and never tragic.
As I enter with the write of a pen.

I open a portal,with the blue ink of my trusty pen.
A world,where it's happy,no need to complain.
Sometimes,we all need to escape the reality and the pain.

So join my little world.
It's where you will be free.
So join my colorful world.

As you read my poetry.
As you imagine my words.
Imagination,creativity begins to cause floods.

A world of my own.
A safe space for my own.
Where there is no suffering.

I wanted this to be special
wanted this to be fun
wanted you to be other worldly sated  
when the fornicating was done
 
I’ve done my homework
know all your wants and needs
it’s all here in the book of the dead
for any dark entity to read
 
but the more I read about you
you've sucked and humped so many bones
no orifice you haven’t stretch out
no name you haven’t moaned
 
so welcome my dear to your great reward
where everyone is well endowed
so grab your ankles and spread those cheeks  
you’ve got all eternity to make us proud

No door
No bed
Not my words
       But a book on the shelf
Not right, but a clock
Leaned against the wall
Two bodies
              Few words
            Few said
Night out
           Lights flickering
Something bleeds of blood
Not by choice
            Survived
Still flames
       scarred sternum
Trust
    A gift, a curse
For better, certainly for worse
Time heals all
                      But wounds
No door
No bed
Not my words
              But a book on the shelf