Spider

under a summermoon/ they meet/ toe to toe/ cheek to cheek/ banana spiders are yellow/ it’s true/ but burning love is the color for two/ and his is the hair of a summer breeze/ and hers are the eyes longing to be free/ the carcasses lay all around/ but into her his love he pounds/ physical restraints are useless/ when his is the soul she runs to/ she misses/ small is the time and space before/ together eternal forevermore/ enough is the feeling she holds when held/ wild satisfaction she gives him fulfilled/ together at their base the world stretches/ time disappears when they’re intermeshing/ his are the eyes of the purest blue/ when she fell into them he smiled/ he knew

~Pour Mon Amour

thanks and credit to those who came before… Shakespeare, Poe, and Debbie; naturally.
As always, special thanks to my true love and ever faithful; SummerMoon.

 

BananaWarrior

she stands proud

blood drips from her spine

life blood draining down

on her chest is strapped the breastplate of righteousness

on her feet she stands the boots of truth strapped on

right left right left wrong

on her head Athena’s crown

she will not be conquered anymore

her emerald eyes burn a fire yellow

her hair radiates power

her arms are strong and sure

her sword is the living word

the earth trembles beneath her very breathe

a light weight loaded to the teeth locked

she will not be tarried with any longer

the clouds tremble and flee before her

the oceans burn up in her glory

she opens her mouth and screams the sirens roar

she will not be captured anymore

crack of earth drip of spine

she’s coming for you this time

hers is a wrath righteous and true

Caesar watch out you’re going to be paid your due

before her a shield of knowing what’s real

confidence is her free will

her belt is made of those who naried dared to loose her

at her back is death he laughs

she has met him before and they agreed

the grave is hers but not today

fear is a will she pays

this time she is on her way

she is running a horse made of fluid stone

rolling over the earth a rollicking tidal storm

feel her wrath taste her blood lick your hands you dogs

she draws back her sword for the death blow she crouches

a gentle purr and chatter

twitter twitter little bird

right left right left wrong

listen to the sound of the temple gong

this time you will taste the truth

this time it will be made clear

“Fuck you all! Taste my fear!”

she strikes.

once

twice

right left right left wrong

banana girl yellow song

thanks and credit to the crazy local 16 year old that shared this with me. you know who you are. 🦄

loveConverse

Why don’t we love ourselves like we love our shoes?

My converse… these are shoes that have been places and seen things and carry on…. in my opinion they look more beautiful now that they are worn…. the stains and cracks….

Understandable to be sad when they get too worn. Too old.

But don’t start hating them… continue to love them and want them to last just a little bit longer… till finally you have to let them go.

It’s just Pizza.

it’s a dangerous game of slide and catch
when you’re taking the turns
and you’re bodies not there yet
when the gas pedal elicits no response
that’s when you turn your gps off
somewhere on the way
flew off the tracks
back and down
crash crash
c
r
a-z
ssssss
hhhhh-it

suckadick122817

It’s just Pizza.

Stomach Explodes

There’s plenty of cinnamon in the role. when you love them and they don’t love you back… roll. Don’t stick around for them to realize you’re the one. They’re not going to realize that because -to them- you’re not. Sure, I never told them how I felt – but they told everyone how they felt about me. That they weren’t interested and pointed out all my deficiencies.
And now I roll.
The pain won’t end. It builds in my stomach and explodes. But that’s okay. Because I’m on my own. And they’ll find happiness on their own.
They don’t need me as friend or lover. I know. That’s what I love about them …. their strength their beauty even though they don’t see it… but I can never be the one to make them see it. no one can do that; only they can look down and realize their soul their heart shines brighter….

Credit and Thanks to Aston; Maker of the Cinnamon Rolls and tolerator of my #basic photos. 

Piggi Piggi

somewhere in the middle
I’m disappearing
between Vega and Vaca I lost my way
The Doors I reached for never came
The girl left me waiting for knot
the man I once loved went bye
on a time when things made cents
and change I carried
in a little bank in my room
piggi piggi
squeaky chair

 

Thanks and credit
ig: mbrown6733
fb: Anissa

Question, Man

I glance back at the sound of footsteps. There’s a man approaching rapidly from behind me. I just got off the bus, and I’m assuming he did too.
“Hey where’s your accent from.” Dear Lord he’s daned to talk to me. As they say in the office – he’s being straightforward to – but his dick is definitely sideways in his pants because … well room… and “Texas” “Oh man. Are you going home to your boyfriend?” “Yes.” “A, that makes sense I bet you’ve got two boyfriends.” “nope.” “Do you drink?” “I’m more of a smoker.” “Oh that’s nice. Have you got weed on you now?” narrows eyes 7/11 approaching up ahead… he turns off. “Well if your boyfriend every messes up I’ve got a name and a number.” i’m sure you do “I’ve never done a texas girl before” #goals.

“You know what makes it so hard? That you’re so pretty Monkey. If you weren’t so pretty this would be a lot easier.”
After every what is supposed to be a one night stand then a leave me alone… this is why sex isn’t worth it… they always want more… always want to commit. like fuck off buddy.
“Okay, what I’m hearing is that you just were horny and that’s why you had sex with me. Is that right?” “Yep.” “So you’re a lier. Everything you said about how you like being with me and want to be with me forever when we were wasted and fucking on the couch is a lie?”
am I the only one who sees the gap in the logic here?

I’m ‘reading’ I am Legend right now… or I’m carrying it around with me and trying to be motivated to read it… but it really annoys me that there are literally no female characters except for the female vampires that he completely sexualizes and experiments on. like fuck this man.

Helaughsatmywar

I am at war. A greater war then the one within myself wages all around me. I go into the kitchen, I walk to the sink, I turn on the sink, and the war rages around me. The struggle of keeping food down when flies are swarming around the room at a dizzying rate – I watch two of them fucking on the fruit fly trap – ON not IN – just casually fucking on top of it – a literal ‘fuck you’ from the fruit flies – and that’s why I know this is war.
>they’re breeding but I am one – a one-woman insane hand clapper against the mob – I jump around clapping my hands at them desperate to catch them in between – nothing but complete annihilation will satisfy me.
>He’s laughing at me again. I know he is. “Is this what it means to support yourself as a woman?” Saying goodbye to him was the best decision I made – best choice I made last year… now if only to get rid of the flies… the mold will have to wait.

really though… what am I going to do with the above quote? Nothing… just take up space… basically life right there… nothing… just take up space. I take up space, therefore I am. trying to take up less and less…

 

 

WolvesTower

The wolves are coming down around the bend. You can hear their paws churning up the snow like a magic wand blender pound pound pound crunch crunch crunch. You’re inside. You’ve got your feet kicked up on an antique table – one that will eventually become an heirloom – except it already is – you like to forget that your grandma didn’t die last year after selling everything she couldn’t seal in the coffin – more surprised that she didn’t cremate herself in the house – still it was nice of the neighbors to have an estate sale thereby allowing you to refurbish your home – once your grandmothers home pronto.
But the wolves. They’ve been doing this every night. There’s been a problem with wolves once the intactivist starting promoting the rebuilding and reestablishing of the forest – nice and good in theory but no less than 3 cats have already been lost to the intactivist. Your girlfriend’s was one of them – when you still couldn’t manage to cry at the little cat funeral she had she broke up with you. But here’s the thing – emotions aren’t your thing and she knows that. She just came to the incorrect conclusion that if you really loved her – like you say you do everytime you cum – you would at least squirt a lemon in your eye to cry.

she wakes up with a start …. “Aaaaaooooooooo Aaaaaaaaaoooooo you hurt me now i’ve gotta let you go.”

“Habits” (Stay High) by Tove Lo: https://open.spotify.com/embed/track/62N2JSA0jHmSH7Va9t7hIf
“Coyotes” by Wild Belle: https://open.spotify.com/embed/track/775ZnZKfoXpthFYQv5zHbJ