Tag Archives: reality

What can I do


See in this race to better you ain’t me. You’re desire ain’t mine. My 1st mind is devour knowledge, consume it & act with it. I’m a hustler working on getting more. I don’t want it but a bit more … Continue reading

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Tonight


I’m at a friend’s house, my dad dropped me off for a sleepover I’m 16 these kinds of things are arbitrary. I agreed to go because since mom died dad’s been dealing with this woman who he says I’ll meet … Continue reading

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About last night


You came by unannounced. Lucky for you my kid’s at a sleepover, you wanna sleepover. Looking over my shoulder you watch me cook dinner: meat & greens. The music reverberates across the walls. You hug me asking if we’ll ever … Continue reading

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Starved


I’ve got a temper like a volcano.  I know that to be a absolute true.  If you don’t want to engage me after I’ve annoyed you that’s fair.  It’s your right to freeze me out.  I’m sure I’ll give you … Continue reading

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dick is a distraction


I don’t know if you heard me, Dick is a distraction whenever you get something going enter this distraction looking as tempting as that shiny red apple in the garden of Eden. You’re grinding away at work, school, home or … Continue reading

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This is what you do


This is what you’ve reduced me to Laying in bed. Thinking about your legs wrapped around my head. How dare you enter my dream space demanding my services. Caressing my skin Begging for a quickie, Your last class just left … Continue reading

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the jig is up


see my problem is this. It’s not that I care to little but too much. I hate not seeing you and not talking to you. I know my life is complicated and not the norm but let me ask you … Continue reading

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