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Kousky m ( por draice )
What makes me tick
What makes me tock
It couldn't be fuzzy bunnies
May be my hand on my cock ( VIXEN )
I have shaggy brown hair
Gray bluish eyes
The kind you would find in cloudy skies
Five foot and some change
I'm tattooed and have piercing
Shaggy hair it not manage
Most on my ear, and a tongue ring
I believe that nothing can't exsist with out the other
Heaven and he'll, a dad and a mother
I am a fallen angel
For I have been told
I am broken , a hot mangle
I haven't been bought, nor sold
I don't believe thar peace will never be
Atleast not our lives
Past you and me
A homebody I might be
Don't have to go out to see
Writing til my pen bleeds
Thoughts of others, my mind it feeds.
Second part: of me
Something I would like to kill
And leave it be
I have killed many for a living
Can only hope that
The devil is forgiving
Knowing what it's like to lose my brothers
Writing letters home to dads and mothers
It's seems I die every day
Feeling empty and full of gloom
Numb and lost
I choose to stay in my tomb
I have no place to call home
Not caring with all family lost
Sleeping in my bug, my little black dome
For what I need it has no cost
I have meds, all kinds of pills
Some bring me up, most knock me down
Some that make me cry, some a fucking good thrills
I don't see dead people, only twisted clowns
( I fucking hate clowns)
I like to inflict pain only to me
It makes the other pains go away
Many scars to prove it, want to see
Cutting my self once a day
Part three the one some feel
It's in my writing from me to you
Nothing is a lie: it's all real
Some is history, and some is new
My dream an ambitions
Not to many: just a few
A beautiful VIXEN: put me in submission
Making love to me, making me spew
Dreaming of love and caring
Who wants nothing but love
A lasting partner, without sharing
Two birds; two love doves
One thing that's 100% true
I'm not after sympathy
Being blunt and saying this
" open a dictionary, and
Look between shit and syphilis
Part four of me as a whole
I am broken, and always put down
I'm not decaying: my blood still flows
I put on a happy face, trying not to frown
Unadulterated erotica is my greatest feel
The rawness, the intencity
Clawing at my back: week to heal
A savage admusement, nothing but beauty
Feeling needing the need, wanting the want
Slammed down to the ground
Thrown in your face: her cunt
Having an orgasm pound after pound
Part five of what I'm made
I have been played
I have been toyed
I once was everything
Now I'm here to fill a void
This is just fragments of me
Feel what you want, see what you see
It's better to be you, than it is me
I know we all have been used, or abused
Them talking everything
Leaving us all confused
I end with my last verse
Nothing being proofed read , or reherst
I wrote for I am what I am
I'm just another person... For I am something
To someone who gives a damn
DAG II
What makes me tock
It couldn't be fuzzy bunnies
May be my hand on my cock ( VIXEN )
I have shaggy brown hair
Gray bluish eyes
The kind you would find in cloudy skies
Five foot and some change
I'm tattooed and have piercing
Shaggy hair it not manage
Most on my ear, and a tongue ring
I believe that nothing can't exsist with out the other
Heaven and he'll, a dad and a mother
I am a fallen angel
For I have been told
I am broken , a hot mangle
I haven't been bought, nor sold
I don't believe thar peace will never be
Atleast not our lives
Past you and me
A homebody I might be
Don't have to go out to see
Writing til my pen bleeds
Thoughts of others, my mind it feeds.
Second part: of me
Something I would like to kill
And leave it be
I have killed many for a living
Can only hope that
The devil is forgiving
Knowing what it's like to lose my brothers
Writing letters home to dads and mothers
It's seems I die every day
Feeling empty and full of gloom
Numb and lost
I choose to stay in my tomb
I have no place to call home
Not caring with all family lost
Sleeping in my bug, my little black dome
For what I need it has no cost
I have meds, all kinds of pills
Some bring me up, most knock me down
Some that make me cry, some a fucking good thrills
I don't see dead people, only twisted clowns
( I fucking hate clowns)
I like to inflict pain only to me
It makes the other pains go away
Many scars to prove it, want to see
Cutting my self once a day
Part three the one some feel
It's in my writing from me to you
Nothing is a lie: it's all real
Some is history, and some is new
My dream an ambitions
Not to many: just a few
A beautiful VIXEN: put me in submission
Making love to me, making me spew
Dreaming of love and caring
Who wants nothing but love
A lasting partner, without sharing
Two birds; two love doves
One thing that's 100% true
I'm not after sympathy
Being blunt and saying this
" open a dictionary, and
Look between shit and syphilis
Part four of me as a whole
I am broken, and always put down
I'm not decaying: my blood still flows
I put on a happy face, trying not to frown
Unadulterated erotica is my greatest feel
The rawness, the intencity
Clawing at my back: week to heal
A savage admusement, nothing but beauty
Feeling needing the need, wanting the want
Slammed down to the ground
Thrown in your face: her cunt
Having an orgasm pound after pound
Part five of what I'm made
I have been played
I have been toyed
I once was everything
Now I'm here to fill a void
This is just fragments of me
Feel what you want, see what you see
It's better to be you, than it is me
I know we all have been used, or abused
Them talking everything
Leaving us all confused
I end with my last verse
Nothing being proofed read , or reherst
I wrote for I am what I am
I'm just another person... For I am something
To someone who gives a damn
DAG II
Published 30th Nov 2011
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30th Nov 2011 8:34pm
Atropabelladonna,
I believe that this is the real you.. The life that you have experienced, has contributed to the man that you are today.
You do not have my sympathy, you have my love. The highs and the lows and the ups and downs are all part of life, yours are just a little different to most people's.
And I give a damn ....
Beautifully written.
Vixen ;-)
I believe that this is the real you.. The life that you have experienced, has contributed to the man that you are today.
You do not have my sympathy, you have my love. The highs and the lows and the ups and downs are all part of life, yours are just a little different to most people's.
And I give a damn ....
Beautifully written.
Vixen ;-)
1st Dec 2011 10:43am
1st I cant believe you did ask what the title was. Lol. Ms. Vixen my rose as always a honor for a reply from you. I feel that you got my back. The words we have exchanged are tried tested and proven. Thank you very very much
1st Dec 2011 6:18am
you never dissapoint your words thoughts cut through to my very soul and theres the luck you have of that vixen i can only be envious of .to be worth a damn and have someone to love
1st Dec 2011 10:41am
1st Dec 2011 10:47am
This piece was hard for me. I don't like directly talking about myself, but I guess every poem tells my tell. Thank you for your kind words.
1st Dec 2011 11:03am
Honey, if you wanted me to know what the title was - you would tell me. - your call sweetness. Vixen x
1st Dec 2011 4:51pm
2nd Dec 2011 2:28am
1st Dec 2011 5:34pm
Telling what it meant was suppose to be a " hey what does you title mean?" I little curiosity. Like you bending over in a mini in front of me and having no panties on. Just a little curiosity only killed the cat. I think you cat will survive ;)
