me

Fuck u if u think i’m too much of whatever it is i am that annoys u. 

Fuck u if u think i should change being me for your comfort.

Your the one with the problem so why should i change?

Fuck u if my happiness or whatever it is that i do that brings me joy pisses u off.

I will never change who i am, how i am because of some1 else, fuck u.

The need for change should come from a place inside, from self discovery.

One should never try to adjust or alter ones self because of the need to impress

another person. U should be the most important person to yourself. Self love

should come before the love of others. 

The average human can hold his/her breath for about a min. The point at which u are holding your breath and cant hold it no more, oxygen depraved. That wanting to catch your breath and the feel of death fast approaching. Thats how much i miss u. Its like my need to live. I miss u.

I have never liked funerals before but since the death of my grand mother I have developed hatred towards the things. I guess its because it exposed a side of me to the world that I would have rather kept inside…… I cried for the whole church to see. For the first time in years I showed weakness but not just that i did it in public.

So there I was I did my poem that i made up for her and took my seat and all was looking well. My sister and a couple other family members were crying but i was the strong one my eyes were dry. Then this lady went up to sing and I dont even remember the song right now but when she started to sing I felt something so I tried to hold it but when I looked to my right I saw my dad crying. Well that single moment crashed into me and all the emotions trapped inside for so long was let go and I cried. Jheanelle did not see me crying so for that I am thankful. I will always hate funerals.

I miss u Mama D.

The thought of my ex brings Ecstasy.

Ecstatic memories on the surface of my mind not clouded by anger.

The thought of my ex brings elation.

Elated with the thought or rather memories of the love that was, the love lost.

The thought of my ex brings a smile.

Smiling because i am glad i met her even though now shes my ex.

whoislikedog:

It’s another dark
day as the sun
suns, high sky,
white fluffy clouds,
laying in the park,
tourist girls in
bikinis, nice tits,
or on stomachs
with bottoms
wedged in fine
arses and
it’s another dark
day as I find myself
reading
another book on
life and love,
wisdom,
philosophy,
inspiration,
enough. Enough. 

I give up.

I feel most alive when
I’m dick deep in a beautiful woman.
Where is the book on that?
 
Dick Deep in Beautiful Women.
Someone write that goddamned book.

Take me back to the start we were never apart. The happiness the sex the silly poems created just for your amusement. Take me back…. take me back to the start were we needed each other. You were my drugs like crack u opened my mind my heart to an addiction so strong any mortal man would fall….. in love. With u i was and still am lost for words for there are no verbs to describe what u did. I miss u chubby cheeks. Happy valentines day.   

Rushy, Rash, Ash, 

Tallman , Crouch, Peter crouch.

Pookie, Raja, 

Some of the names i have been called, all have their story.

Lets break a rule are 2, everybody knows the forbidden feels good and i want to do the forbidden with u. Lets cause there bloods to steam but think of only me when u scream. Have some fun with me though they say i am no good, do what they say u never should. Lets not control ourselves but rather control each other, i will be your puppet and u be mine.   

Crimson lips beauty and bliss never before have i seen such gifts

Never before have i kissed such lips, crimson red beauty bliss

Beautifully red crimson touch, i blush, face flushed with just one kiss

Wonderfully soft crimson red, addictive touch heart racing 

Crimson lips beauty and bliss, i would die for those lips