The dangers of being/The Devil wears angel wings

Where's my vaseline?
In the trash
Something's burning...
Lipstick up my ass
Cold roaming home
Distraught and alone
Limping, bleeding along the loading zone
Busted lip, broken nose
Torn up pussy, torn up clothes
He was nice so I didn't say anything
Even though he persisted to try...many things...


I cried and cried...
I thought I was to blame
Then I thought: "What's the use?...
He already came."

The tides wash the white-coloured sand while rubies lay on the concrete

I'll love you forever.
but if I do betray you,
I'm sorry.

The pleasures of life

The allure,
chasing by surprise,,,
Kicking you while you're down
Breaking your ribs
Braking them.
Then smiling at you with fucking rays of sunshine,
Backing you up and cheering you on.

What a prick.


At the car wash

Suck my dick through a straw.
Turn around, stick your cheeks out-
Let me toss your salad in the car wash.

99% of the world thinks you’re ugly

1% of the world thinks you're attractive
1% of those people think you're beautiful
10% of THOSE people think you're the love of their life.
That's 77,017 people.
The O2 arena only fits 20,000 people.
Love yourself
Love your imperfections,
You're a rockstar.

Cold shower in the dark

The water is running, cold.
I see nothing
Just black.
No light, no information;
Stranded within the density of the 4th dimension.
Everything is possible within the nothingness
I don't want to see whatever's coming
If I can't see it, it won't hurt me
I can't see anyway...

It's cold.
Something smells of paint thinner - I can barely breathe
It's so thick.
I feel rushing air on my face; choppy, crisp;
impacting with my face yet skating on my pores
But nothing else.
I've plunged into this and I don't know how deep.
I'm paralyzed, suspended within the absence
No x
or y
No end either;
Well, I'll never know until it comes.
Crying, whimpering, muscles tightened -
Freezing, waiting, stomach swirling -
I think I'm falling but
I can't even see where from..
I'm choking...
The water won't stop,
I c- I can't...
I can't breathe...
Holy fuck,
I'm drowning...


HELP!!!! HELP!!!!

p l e a s e ...


AH-HAHAHA... Ah-Haha...

The water is running, cold.
I see nothing,

Just black.


The games we play

My manager told me I'm under-performing,
I turned to him and accidentally said "Fuck you."


The sorceress that made my dick hard.

Her love handles are engraved with pale stretch marks
Slim stomach, small price tag of fat tucked into her high-waisted jeans.
Face: average
Body: Average
Her calves are skinny and her feet look a size 4
Her hair a mane, voluminous, dressed in hair grease
Her eyes sparkle, not like a newborn baby's but
I would fuck her.
I don't want to fuck her,
I wouldn't go out of my way to fuck her.
But if given the chance,
and she came asking for my dick,
I would most calmly and humbly take her to the closest toilet
and fuck her doggystyle with one foot on the toilet.
It's not that I see her as a 'sexual object',
I'm just not sexually attracted to her.
But I would fuck her.
I would because of the ultimate fact that
She wants me.

I sense it when she gazes at me thinking I have no peripheral vision.
I sense it every time she slowly whooshes past me,  seeing a need to "touch" my open flesh.
I sense it when she says "Hey, how was your day?".
Nobody cares about how my day was.
Others say I'm dreaming, hallucinating
But how can you show proof for instinct?
The Law of Attraction is something you just know,
Not something you can show.
It's her attitude, it's not her seducing me.
It's the way she's so positive about salivating on my erect penis.
most people don't do that.
Most people do vacuum phalluses but
most people don't talk about it.
That turns me on.
Her mindset.
It's easy yet enticing,
the right balance to take on any challenge.
It wants to lock me down and allocate me my punishment:
Cumming in her face then never seeing her again.
I may be doomed but
This, I can live with.

The jokes that give me an erection,
The play-fighting that gives me an erection,
It's all part of her mind's plan to rape me.
It's working.
But she has to complete the final phase;
She needs to ask me to have sex.
It's the choice that we all have to make in order to grow,
"Should I ask to fuck or nah?".
I could never chase my prey just to catch some tail,
I may stay for the meat but then I shall recluse back into the wild.
I could never ask her to give her the leverage of thinking that I want her.
My ego would be torn, my pride shredded,
My reputation, folded and permanently creased in my mind.
Plus I don't have the balls to ask her out of my deep-seated fear of rejection and fragile emotional stability.
But if I did ask her, she'd probably say yes.
But alas, it seems like we're probably not going to fuck.
Makes me feel sad but not defeated.
A conquest is never failed if the troops were never rallied.
I hope she changes her mind down the line and contacts me.
If not I'll just have to keep fucking girls that fit my standards to forget the pain.

The legend of lil’ Samson.

I am 7 years old,
I am a champion.

My bed is tagged with golden piss,
My juice-boxes are served cold,
My homework list is as long as my Christmas list,
My head grows, filled with lies my teacher told.

I am 7 years old,
I am a champion.

My self-esteem fluctuates between low and high,
My hands blacken with mud playing in the sun,
My personality attracts no friends no matter how I try,
My nights are long trying to ignore my dad lashing my mum.

I am 7 years old,
I am a champion.

My grades are to be hit high as required,
My dream is to ride a motorbike,
My crush laughed when I told her it was her I admired,
My classmates called me gay so I tried to take my own life.

I was 7 years old,
I am a champion.