Eager she has no patience to wait for she sees clear in the distance her prey
You timid and unsure of her approach proceed with caution unknowing of her power
Wondering if she’ll devour you or shower you with love and protection
She is barren and it’s obvious
More strength than all of us combined her walk gives life to nature & her smile creeps through the continuous shade others give her
Try and forgive her for her forwardness for she has animal like instincts
She thinks quick and clever her moves are systematic she is a recovering addict
But Lust only feeds her enough to survive, love makes her full
Her body is covered with invisible battle wounds …
She is a warrior of romance.

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Thank you MOB WIVES for this song!!! LOL

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Broke.

There is something completely intriguing about depression, it is the realization that things aren't perfect, and without that there would be no window to vent, for me I would have never wrote a poem, or sang a song... never picked up a paint brush. Thank you broken heart, to you I owe all creativity.

It is what it is.... or is it?

Pain. Disappointment. BETRAYAL. anger. love. lust. ... wait

CONFUSED is the word I was looking for. I will never understand why things happened the way they did, I also will never guess how things will end up... yes confused I am, I am confused.


Is there really a reason for it all? Were the whippings I endured as a child the preparation for the abusive relationship I had as a teen? Was losing my virginity in the closet the foreshadow of my secret affairs... what does ALL things work together really mean? Is that a way of making me rationalize why my actions of today aren't so far fetched from my actions of the past... if all things work together will my weed smoking of 2011 explain my dementia of 2065 If I only did it 5 times will I still think that's the reason? Nothing really makes sense, I don't think there is a reason for everything. WHY did I have to trip today, I wasn't in a rush... wonder what lesson that will link to in the future....


I promise I initially wrote something more put together and structured, but it was 3 pages long and it really had no point at all, I apologize if this post isn't a clever poem or sassy quote, love song, or short story. Life isn't always structured.

Dating series PT.1 " Why u can't get past the first date."

Dating is the fruit of life I like to call "KnowLEDGE", it takes getting to know your wants and needs and seeing if it is compatible with those of the opposite sex. In the beginning it's fun, you have variety, spontaneity, and hella flirting action but for me it has taken 3 years and now I'm at the tricky part in it all: When you finally get to KNOW yourself & what you stand for no matter how complex you seem to others you stand firm and become more straight forward about expressing those things. Over the years I have been in serious relationships, to recently dating not so serious relationships and all of the fun and partying, dating, and all that comes with it I realized I KNOW I am meant to be a committed wife. Now to some in hind sight they think I'm dating to make a guy my husband or to be in a relationship fast... that is a LIE. My issue is if from jump you KNOW you are content being a single bachelor for life we have nothing in common to even waste my time on a first date or further ... like paper don't waste time.... It's one thing you can't recycle

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I speak for HER. (pt. 1)

The truth behind it all is more complicated than a lie,


nobody wants to hear the reason of madness they assume they know the answers


like Black Panthers stood strong unbreakable walls, defensive they used weapons and mind


I one of a kind praise them all, wishing I would've be apart of the movement but the only thing moving for me is time, wasting on simple things shopping and dinner dates no need for date rape drugs we give in so easy now


sleazy? how? we were born this way, but I think not most habits of men have been taught in one way or another we blame our brothers but whose really in control


like rock N roll we move to the beat of our own drums get strung like guitars in the bathroom of bars.... easy , everything that could be taken we give


we are poor now... self employed prostitutes and whores naked on floors of men who adore sin and we say we enjoy it, go home shower to destroy it the very scent of lust makes our stomachs turn .....