I regret when men and women cheat because they ruin it for all the good men and women out there looking to get to know each other It's hard to do this because we all fear rejection or if they will cheat on us Remember one thing Always treat the Woman with: Kindness and Respect
Poem Prompt By Bruno Mars The Lazy Song No excuses for the tone… too lazy to attempt to care Just another stupid lazy poem No thoughts to keep anyone warm Today I don’t want to rhyme, I did not even want to write I wanted to see how far I could push my mind to make no sense
Tired of being right Polite Courteous
I want to be just downright selfish, have the blissful feelings to see what it would feel like to be callous for just one day Tell the world go and fuck itself Sorry See, when I speak, I just...
God woke up From dee darkness, Huge headache, By his side an empty cup. On the screen before Him The earth But a mess He could see Sure that Lucy Fur Had gotten gain To his domain, Drugged Him and Did her dastardly deed With the computer keys.
In the movie, after a life of cruelty Evil Mama Elena's ghost struck out one last time against Love after death
That's what evil does when it's exposed; it plays the victim to garner sympathetic attention— attempts to destroy Light strikes below the belt with inuendo on its way out rather than admit its own wrong doings ( or alternate accounts )
Truth overcomes— so forgive yourself first for years of deception on...
Here I am a man and a father as well as my son the seed of my own flesh and blood, for it is through him I stand here before you as more than just an man of dark skin and flesh and blood. For as I see through my son's own eyes from the depth and deepness of my own eyes. I will guide him upon his journey and travel and walk through, the storms and thunder and lightening that surely will shoot across the darken skies. For even in these troubling times of insanity and madness, I as a man and father will guide you against the canvas walls of an corrupt government. Painted by the flow of innocent...
Yo! You just plugged into raw emotions spoken from a Poet or Poetess The paradigm has been shifted from Pen's getting lifted Inked up pages of "Rhyme Scheme Worship" Storytelling tongue twisters
Language structured linguistics Bedtime stories added to your reading list consist of naughty thoughts Your energy let's talk about it Some of the favs are #Erotic Getting brain teased Feels so melodic Hold down that drip in your "Panties" attitudes are so unapologetic and uncanny
So here it is, you asked for a poem about pickles, It will be a mess when it trickles down the microphone, The jokes may be a little fickle and not as good as Don Rickles, If you remember the old sicko who used to tickle people’s funny bones.
I expect to get paid a nickel for every time I rhyme, So if you count in the previous line – that adds up to a dime, And though I’m still wondering why you wanted a piece about a veggie, I wasn’t sure if I could write something and make it a little edgy.
Do you know what genius is I summon it It is the jinn I beckon With fire and smoke
Corruption permeates everything, cracks in everything and the enigma of everything is that it is defined best by its flaws, by what it lacks, what will hurt it, what will destroy it. I would have to fall down and worship if I paused and allowed myself to know and believe that its flaws are its beauty. That its tenderness lies in its vulnerabilities. That these are a gravity against which all things labor, the weakest points, these crack and splinter,...