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. 🦄

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.

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

Shirley

It’s all so ineffectual and lame. Coming up with excuses to negate the game.

Wow broke the fourth wall because that makes it more real – more real than the pain behind the dead girls who got deleted but not forgotten for now, but hey at least you got a kick and a laugh a chill and a shiver a response from someone across the waves.

Love you, Monika the squid, always,

 

dontForgt

Delete her.

Because people kill themselves every day.

And I just keep playing and playing

like it’s no big deal.

Like I’ll actually find

 

a way out.

(only a dead you will make me happy)XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

800P 😀

click to reset password

MUD

there’s a screaming inside as i feel him coming down upon me still hunting through the sands pacing and groping for me to find me to hold me to have me for his own not supposed to get away not supposed to be here alone in the dark far away where the sad turns into mud