Happiness isn't a state of being, it's an emotion, and we aren't entitled to it.
My Account Here Is 5 Years Young. Starting To Get Hunched And Dithery...
’Don’t always own that less is more,
But think I’ve said it best before...
I wrote a rhyme here once I’m sure
Some years ago it was (’bout four.)
Ah yes, Here it is:
Thank You (A Love Limerick)
There once was a lady in shambles
Who had no outlet for her rambles.
One day she found Prose;
A new dawn arose!
Thoughts in words now instead of in scrambles!
Hi. I've been here for less than a year. I'm from a country you probably don't know. So, umm, you can put one more to the count.
m o r n i ng s
i picture you sit
bent forward on my bed
soft skin wrapped
in sunlit linen sheets
your naked back
reveals a universe
and golden curls
fall into your neck
the lines of your body
run into honey
how deeply i long for you
in my chest my love
Hi, I’m super sorry to bother you this morning but I just want to express my utmost gratitude for your very kind, thoughtful, empowering and generous words of encouragement and the compliments (though Im not sure I deserve them) regarding my (so called lol) strengths which I just want to let you know I really appreciate and I’m so very fortunate having someone like you in my life.
The Little Things
I love the euphoria of stretching
As the warmth vibrates wholeheartedly through my legs, to my core, behind my ears, radiating to my soul in soothing pleasantries
tit for tat
in simple terms i believe its tit-for-tat
we screw nature and nature screws us right back...if not ten times worse
Bitches … be bitches
He says bow down bitches
hes say bow down bitches
he chows down on bitches
doesn’t Respect bitches
calls his girl a bitch
give bitches new stitches
he calls his female dog by her name … calls her Lucy , tells her to sit and roll down for a treat
but the way he treates bitches like they animal
like if Loyalty is a bone , she’d roll over , cause she get a treat
he be nice , he be real nice
shower the blood of her body
after he’s gaven her a good beating
good girl , yes good girl
rams his load into her mouth , says good bitch , good bitches beg
good bitches bark , trade their bed for a kennel , stay between the lines
don’t cross him ,
you know what bitches be bitches
bitches be crazy ,( you know you be acting crazy .. aint you hear him call you baby , he said my baby )
he always nice when you acting like a bitch
good bitches remove the fur from their skin , dont fight back
be like Lucy
His mama is a bitch , but he love his mama , like she ain’t a Bitch
he real sweet on her , like honey .
tried to tell a bitch to bitch , he treat me like a bitch , he treat me like an animal
lucy sitting here liCking his face , I wonder if the way she licks him , licks the evil off him .. thats why he don’t lay a hand on her
she cAught me crying , she barked over my tears ..I wondered was she telling me to shut up or to save me from him hearing
I seen the way bitches turn into bitches ,. At the hand of man
I seen the way bitches … develop misogyny and swallow it down the same windpipe that mutes our voices
I seen the way bitches , mock bitches , for bruises … but offer a no way out
I seen the way bitches with old bruises ,. Mock new bruises on bitches
men are good at taking a woman and turning her into a bitch ..
men bear The fruitage of sexism and plant the seeds into women , write a Bible and name it bitches be bitches
birth a genesis of why women turn the their teeth into kitchens shears
and decide to take a slash at your throat with vulgar verbs … he will provoke the wolf … and tell her to calm down her alpha all in name of bitches be bitches
Let us be rain kissed;
not sun kissed.
“Don’t You Think It’s Pretty?”
“Don’t you think it’s pretty?” She asked absentmindedly. She ran her fingers across it, drumming softly.
Roger slipped his shoes on and looked up. “I think it’s lovely my dear,” he says. “But we must be going, we don’t want to be late.”
She pays no mind to his words too transfixed on the weight upon her neck.
Roger comes up behind her embracing her from where she stood on the stool. “If you don’t stop staring at it my love, I’ll have to take it back.”
She slowly turned around to face him, a hint of remorse flashed across her eyes.
“Roger my love, if one thing’s for certain I will never take it off.” and with that, she took a step off the stool she was standing on. Roger shaked his head and placed his hat upon it.
“My love, always one for dramatics.” He sighed as her body swayed slightly. “I’ll see you at the party, and don’t forget to lock the door.” and with that, he was gone.
She hung there smiling in her final moments and the door unlocked.