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!”
right left right left wrong
banana girl yellow song
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
It’s just Pizza.
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.
somewhere in the middle
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
Thanks and credit
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
/* I got up and left. I quit. Sent him my polite little resignation and excused myself. Thanked him for the opportunity and as I walked out; flames. */
She was wearing a white dress. Behind her they stare watching, or at least she pretends they do, she’s not turning back to check, not turning back at all. She throws the forms in the recycling ben, won’t be needing those anymore, won’t be getting no special health plan, how much health coverage covers standing up for yourself? Not much. Suck a dick dipshits. That’s what they said but in the singular and not with such ‘vulgar’ language. You see now I’m just going to buy you somethings and touch you in ways that make you feel uncomfortable. But just suck it down and put up with a brave smile – we’re paying you to smile after all
WELL NOT ENOUGH SHIT HEADS! EAT IT!
So with fingers blazing like the now iconic pocket cat, she storms on a silent wave across the wires severs connecting messages sending.
Won’t be seeing her around no more.
Cuz boots were made.
her name is Cherry Coconut Soup. Nope; all one word like; CherryCoconutSoup. She goes by Coconut because it is less weird than Cherry in that she got tired of putting up with all the pop-your-cherry jokes; because she is beautiful at least in the conventional sense which she finds boring to no end; sure she’s got long blonde hair that on normal days behaves in a way that guys seem to want to touch and her legs are as they say ‘endless’ in the sense that she’s 5’9″ and leggy; sure the sons of concord or whatever those weirdo’s names are wrote a song that might as well be about her ‘leggy leggy leggy blondeee’ but she hates that song and only brings it up with the douche bags who like to point out ‘dude, and you’re legs, like i hadn’t noticed before but they’re endless.’ it’s so cliché it pains her who gives a damn about what’s in her mind as long as she keeps smiling; because smiling is her job she makes smiling her favorite because work is her favorite and work is smiling that’s what pays the bills frowning brings down the hammer and no one likes a debbie downer; really you look at yourself and think about it; do you like seeing a frown? or would you rather click your heels and remember to TurnThatFrownUpsideDown and common’ girl break it down! She dances sometimes but mostly she just gets angry at all the men that shove and push to grind on her like no-I-dont-actually-enjoy-the-feel-of-you-r-errect-penis-shoving-agaist-my-soft-skirt-through-your-rough-as-fuck-jeans and yes I do actually prefer grinding with my girls even though they are not the lesbians they’re telling you they are watch as one of them makes out with the guy at the bar ‘what you doing making out with my girl?!’ naw admit it… everyone prefers the girl who smiles.
not the one who thinks.
my scarf is so rad
think how nice she’ll look hanging from it
she’ll be a she by then
and not a me
because I will have finally