I have declared war with your heart.
Prepared to take you over.
The consumption of every morsel of its content.
Laid out on the table.
Analyzing your mental.
Homicidal towards every molecule that intends to push me away.
Obligation to the liberty of your soul.
The conquering of the lonely lion.
Allow me to invade your being.
Loyal to your love,
even if it has yet to devote itself to me.
When I say us, I am referrring to 3.
You, your heart....
and then theres me.
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
blindheartsandniceguys.
You fit perfectly in all the crevices of the brokenhearted. Finishing off what other men started but departed because they didn't have the courage to put their all in. Washing away the filthy stains from the dirt where other men planted seeds, but weren't patient enough to watch them grow. and, whispering sweet nothings to a damsel in distress, dressed in black because she is in mourning. Hoarding memories deep in her subconscious that keeps trying to save the men who couldn't save her. Treating her like a queen, yet she remains suspicious because she remains unaware of her own position. Afflicted minds, hearts constricted so she refuses to let you in. So used to hurt she will not let it end, unsure of where her heart begins. Another lost romance, the story of the nice guy that never wins.
rmk
rmk
Friday, September 17, 2010
Thursday, September 16, 2010
Isaiah 58:10
and if you draw out your soul to the hungry, and satisfy the afflicted soul: then shall your light rise in darkness, and your obscurity be as the noonday.
Monday, September 13, 2010
Monday, August 30, 2010
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
untitled, tilll further notice.
Some say pussy is power; well some females use their power for evil. Chasing dreams in vain, taking it in the veins. Over working their bodies and neglecting their brains. Its insane to think they sin for a short lived win and some change. Oblivious to the pain they cause their mothers, can't look their fathers in the eyes; its called being ashamed. Damsels in distress? Only pressed to get a new bag, this is merely poor mans wealth. Stressing for his love but he's already in love with himself. Drowning her sorrows in a bottle so the sadness cannot be felt. Bags under her eyes, no shut eye, no rest for the wicked. Greedy for the cake, crumbs on the plate, she licks it. Sticks and pricks her body, injects the pain away. Clinging to the men who want to leave, hurting the men who stay. Different hotel every night, no place to call a home. Different man everyday, no one to call her own. She's not sure on what love is, growing up she was never shown. Never got the gift of being innocent, always seemed so grown. A young woman, existing, doesn't know how to live. A cold world, they say you get what you give. And the sad thing is.....
The only thing she thinks she has to offer the world is her pussy.
-rmk
The only thing she thinks she has to offer the world is her pussy.
-rmk
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