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I would like to give a shout out - a ceremonious occult -
to the bitch ass mother fucker who went and broke my heart.
From ashes to fire, dirty little liar.
I wreathe I, I write - I conspire.
Fuck you - and your jaded morals. Being with you feels as good as walking bare foot on coral.
Fuck everything about you -
your kiddie underwear and your stupid ‘war hawk’ hair.
You’re as much of a child as your size -
Pass go bitch - you never won a prize.
I can’t believe I compromised intentions for your ludicrous fantasy of bullshit as suspension.
Is he gonna come? How long will it be?
Should have figured out that it would always be prematurely.
You ain’t got no maturity although you wear a ring,
your promises sound as clear as your ‘wife’ when she sings.
You publicly disrespected me, I’ve been humiliated and sunk.
Too bad I’m the winner cuz I ain’t married to a cunt.
Fuck everything about you - you ain’t even big,
the only place I can find your size is in with the kids.
A youthful spirit? Maybe when you’re acting like a baby.
Fuck everything about him. What else can I write?
Fuck the good dreams that lied to me night after night.
As diminished as the star player -
who used to shine so bright. I’m turned off, you’re turned out.
Maybe now someone else will know the bullshit you’re about.
Optimism is food for the soul. Self love is the gateway to happiness, but you must chose to enter. Every time someone says something negative they begin to plant dark seeds inside themselves that grow into untold places and infect the mind and spirit. Sickness of energy may be cured throw patience, presence, and prayer. Answers to prayer are guided hopes. We can only conquer so much as we chose to believe is true. Truth for all equates as justice. Why can’t so many forget the past wrongs of others? Are we bred to manifest such sickness within ourselves? I believe it is our duty to oppose such self oppression. If every moment is reality, than let this reality shine the light on our future. And let that future hold within it the trees that grew from yesterdays seeds of positivity.
Apparently you need me, enough to not reply.
Cherish every moment, that you hide and compromise
It’s ridiculous, how you come across so strong, I wonder how long you’d last,
you’re pathetic and it’s wrong.
Weak and miserable, fishy caught in a net.
You’re as crippled and disabled as an amputated war vet.
Fighting with yourself, if to distract from everything else; you must not know,
you must not care. Lording over my pocketed underwear.
Shower you with all my love can give, yet you’re overwhelmed by the smallest rift.
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