Cleaners

I am stuck

Right next to

A hard place

And you left

My rock

And the keys

That use to open

The doors to

Your heart

Don't work anymore

Locked

And I'm left

Clueless

Silverstones don't glisten

Like your eyes

Use to

Both when

You smiled and cried

Lied in my arms

As I lost

Myself in your soul's windows

And the wind

Blows through

And caresses my curly tresses

That lie on

The tears in the fabric

Of your favorite dress

They curl more

From the wetness

I watch the MAC

Mascara race down

Your caramel face

Leaving footprints

In your cheek and neck

My lies follow

Trying to comfort

And sew together

The torn seam

Although it seems

This pattern

the intricate silhouette

And my actions

Alike

Are not as

Attractive as when you

First wore it

And I am no tailor

G-Shock

I write poems

On cumbersome trains

Sat between

Ailed divas

In now or later

Flavored spandex

And ugg boots

Lying ass niggas

In true religion jeans

That don't believe

In GOD enough

To respect

The strong women

They leave standing

Gripping germ infested poles

Their will

Their cane

To hold them up

I listen to

Our young female future

As she explains

Sexual innuendos

That were theories

Two days ago

Yesterday's facts

Her metrocard

Not even green and white yet

Yet she describes

Sucking dicks

Though exchanging the word

For lollipop

With HIS in front

Not too blunt

But the story

Has the same affect

This middle school whore

Keeps going

I'm praying

Not for her

But for this train

To quicken its pace

Someone please

Retrieve your young

From the clutches

Of negligent daycares

And parental non-communications

For I have seen

Many women

Dimmed

From their GOD promised

Florescence

Due to relationships

Built on faulty foundations

But I can't

Save her

I only wish

That she learns

Her lesson

From the hands

Of time

When the clock strikes

And bruises

Her beautiful and

What seems ageless skin

Will these days

Leave scars

Remnant of absentee fathers

And nonchalant mothers?

Huh time?

Do you fucking hear me?

Message In A Bottle

I'm writing

I Love You's

With numb fingers

That grew cold

When held hands

Parted ways

Many a day ago

My self esteem is low

But like the waves

Of my hand goodbye

From the currents

Of pooled blood

Set free

Of a damned heart

That meet the shore

I'm sure

These feelings too

Will wash away

Chop Shop

We live in

Or should I say

I , selfishly

Live in a world

Where words

Will get you inside

The panties of counterfeit whores

Who draw Halos

With their fingers

Over their head

And as quickly

As their backs

Meet dirty bedroom sheets

Pulled to their chin

Ask you

Is this real?

What we have

I mean

And in your head

You’re thinking

Pfffff, damn right

But both heads

Came

To the same conclusion

And if you want

The sexual intrusions

To continue

Much like you’d like

This conversation to end

You say

Yes

Not even thinking twice

Because lies

Which have become

Second nature to you

Is your first instinct

Until she says

I’m late

And now your mind

Once crowded

With swift fabrications

And no I didn’t mean it like that

Misrepresentations

Baby’s I don’t know her

And that bitch lying’s

Swear’s on my mother

Ask anybody’s,

Grows desolate

It’s far past plan B

And requiems

For countless unborn seeds

This shit is far

From a dream

Parked next to fetal nightmares

You respond

Not with words

But a

Blank stare

Gone Fishing

At around the same time

Every night, there is a meeting in my bedroom

Between two knees

That refuse to open

Reluctant though I beg and plead

But promise me

To part if I compromise

Who I am

Change like summer

To fall

In love all over again

In awe with perplexity

Do I defeat Monotony

Walk through the door that reads “Easy”

Tell those knees

Everything they’ve been yearning to hear

Or let this spring air

Vibrate my falsetto

Across my tongue

Through barb wired lips

As soft as nine clouds

Straight to her ears

Let my words take the hard way in

“I Will Change”

Whispered callously

My hands climbing her shins

Meet her knees

And they part

“I’ve Missed You”

They grow further apart

Like a love lost

From careless misplacement

Master Keys don’t exist

For both closed legs and closed hearts

Though I am Lord Of Written and Whispered Word

And they work the same

“I Love You”

And like childhood friends that move away

Never to be seen again

Her knees follow the same lead

My hand

Lies

In the crease where her legs meet her thighs

Same as my lips

How much more words

Must I use before here knees get wind of this

Do my lips

Between you legs

Feel differently

Follow

Your knees, and my hands

And my lips

And my diabolical plans

Can’t believe these words were enough

Did you catch the lies above?

Guess these words were enough

Astigmatism

Do you see the irony

In me saying that I never think

I always follow my heart

Where ever it decides to go

i stalk, waiting in love shadows

It's bitter sweet

That very decision

Because even with its intuition

And damn near Cupid accurate precision

My heart lacks the vision

My mind so persistently chases

I love indiscriminately

Hopelessly wishing my heart, like my mind

Had the patience

But who am I to get in its way

The nerve of me

When I barely speak

Up, when I fall

Sit back and watch

As it jumps again

I told it to watch out for ladies like you

But like love, so is its vision impaired

Is It?

Cupid's arrow tip
Losing the key to locked lips
A heavily guarded hart, the same key
Held hands and entangled fingers that won't let go
Not letting go, itself
Missing...
Intrigued by the very sight of
Enticed eyes, the same
Beautiful butterflies above the waist
Anxious palms, moist
Walking down one's lips, turning the corners of their mouth up
Losing yourself without traveling anywhere
Finding the soul's counterpart
So deep IN it without being able to climb out
Stronger than any sexual lust
Helen Keller, Ray Charles, Governor Patterson trust
Having nothing left to give and having everything
A half empty glass that's half full
Your best-friend and better half
The drug that often does more harm than good
Serene lullaby sleep through sleepless nights
No appetite with famished hunger pains
The gain, that keeps growing
Listening genuinely
You hear me?
Words will never be able to express
The truth that lies... beneath your chest
No warranty but guaranteed
Un-... the conditional kind
Addiction, figuratively





Love, literally? is it?

These were written by my bigger bro Dopenstein -show love

Wat goes thru the thoughts of a positive mind
Is it one dat defines da essence of time
Or a permenant smile
Is it one whose day is determined by fate
But fortunate enuff fate is always great
Or could it be someone who lives life withought thought
But I must confess
Even myself whose gracefully blessed
Is still stuck in a mess
But surrounded by the best of da best
Life is like a test
You can cheat, get a high score and fail
Fail in life and never prevail
Or u can solve each issue as if u already know the answer
So wat goes thru the thoughts of a positive mind
No one really knows but it'll show in time
But everything in mine
Good or bad got me doin fine
Just waitin for the rite thought to give me the rite light to shine
And these few words might just be the first sign....
I'm gone

-Dope




One special month
One special day
One special person
One special relationship
There for you despite the cause
There to pick you up when you fall
Acceptin you for all your flaws
Til death do you apart
Without the marital laws
An unbreakable bond
Willing to go any length
Without a question of how long
The one right
That would never lead you wrong
Your love at first site
There for your battles
And every fight
Dreading the day we have to say our goodbyes
It would be an everlasting sorrow
And uncontolable cries
But until dat time comes
Capture each an every special moment
An never forget the moments
That you shared
With that special person
On each special day
Enjoying your special relationship together
Happy Mothers Day




- Dope




Lemme hold ya left hand
An don't be too afraid
I know how sudden this might be
Now Ima take my right knee
There are some things dat we don't see
At first,
It takes time to make sure its right
Started out as a crush
To texts and phone calls makin you blush
Bad decision makin led to an ending
An ending in which was so tragic
Left me thinkin wat exactly ruined this magic
How did I lose someone so unbelievebly special
Someone who I see to be an amazing being
Someone who I see to have an amazing meaning
Your a one in a million
Beautiful an gorgeous are just understatements
Of wat you are to the eyes
Unique an one of a kind
Sorta like a human butterfly
Or a snowflake
An outstanding personality
With a demenor an aura so strong
I can go on an on
about you for so long
But I'll say if I was able to put together a song
A love song
It would be sung by Jagged Edge
Keith Sweat an Tank
Musiq an Neyo
an Trey Songz....
So still on this knee
I wish we still could be
I'll close my eyes an make a wish
While I count to three
1.....
2.......


- Dope



3..............
As I complete da countdown to my wish
Open my eyes
Hope that there stands my prize
Hopin da lord answers my prayers
An hears my cries
Only one way to find out
But my eyes are still closed
I begin to get nervous
Palms sweating
Heart racing
I rise from one knee
An as I stand
I don't feel her hand
Knees get week
I open my mouth to speak
My eyes to peek
There lies my pillows n sheets
So it seems
This moment was just a dream
Dreams are visions
Visions dat are destined
Destined to be reality
Reality in the near future
So before I close my eyes again
My last question...
Are we destined?


- Dope

Bryant Park

give me a sheet of 8 X 10 computer paper
64 color crayon box, clear tape, and a stapler
(like elementary school arts and crafts
and I'd draw in my textbook during math class)
and watch me change the world
we all are stick figures
fashion nimrods, so called street corner niggers
and if I meet another model
I'll throw up for her
lure her
to my bed
and when her clothes melodically drop
laugh
size four is way too big
-in my Steven Cojocaru monotone-
as she picks her ego up off the floor
along side her undergarments
her Bulimic spirit tarnished
from the blunt harshness
she leaves my presence
with her, my present
a shallow pussy, far too deeper than any thought running through her head
(a broken soul
a shattered dream
my overturned bed)
because if she opened a book
yet didn't read the words
but between the one line that followed the next
all the way to the back page seam
seems like the not to well thought out fashion, Marc Jacob, Donna Karen, East 28th at 5th avenue Runway career choice would have been way de la differenta
Go figure
I guess Miss Immediately Return To The House And Pack Your Bags
will have to do for now
because if I meet another fashion whore
it would be the third one this week
I don't think I can stomach another cell phone, bathroom, Victoria secret inspired, toilet in the background, panties hanging over the shower, photo shoot
or Herve Never tweet
she's got my heart and my appetite anorexic weak



...or is that her?

Birds And Bee's Song

We wrote poems of heartbreak and cold shoulders with chips the size of grand canyon boulders and the love we sought like that romeo and juliet romance minus the intricate suicides, the life we want, hopefully together, we're pretty tight and we could tighten this with a marriage, one baby carriage and diamond ring, she makes we want to sing like I'm in the shower, I'm that comfortable and when we sat across from each other at the table and I glanced into those brown sugar eyes, the ones I think D'angelo sung of, I knew right then I wanted her, I want to stay with her for one night, change her mind as I hold her tight, love bites and bite her gently, intertwine our souls, set a pick, she rolls, both her body and her smile, giggling, as we lose control, let me take it, don't break it but it may feel that way in the morning, the dawn, can't crack the habit, back at it, like I never left what I never had before, I'm fiending, I'm giggling now, koolaid smile, extra sugar from the inter space between your hips, no way is this ending, that's a threat, as she laughs out loud, got me feeling virgin pure, show me how you do this, got me moaning verbs, tripping over my words like my letters are untied, I'm falling for her, mentally and maybe sexually, sex screams, whispers promises in her ear like she's my queen to be as we're cumming to america playing in the background, I'm taking her back down, both ways, eye wink, she could take me home anytime like a run with no strikes, whenever she's ready, can be late nights or early AM mornings, break the dawn and just chill 'cause we both cold and too old to beat around silent bushes so we get straight to the point like an underscore before a period, delirious whispers that time can't undo or tell the meaning behind quiet "I do's," does that make sense? This in like I'm in with you is fucking intense, not like like is bending intense over, you move me with your poetic telepathy, got me playing a shy roll not too familiar to my demeanor, a freak beneath my skin and between the seams, and un-did belt buckles, our worlds collided and shook the earth beneath bed sheets, and crushed linen, this crush feels so good it bring tears to my eyes, no lie, got me discovering parts of me and you I never knew existed, I missed this, I kissed bliss and it was like two clouds crashing into one another, how the hell did this happen, all the pens breaking, mind tapping, thoughts racing, you're behind the drivers seat like we're on our way somewhere beneath moon lit skies, these details, I can't leave out, let's get high on each other in front of police and serve time for it, cocaine love, tired so I sigh, I'm craving you like I'm starving to carve my tongue in your neck and draw karma sutra diagrams with my fingernails in your hand and down the middle of your back, don't pay attention to my phone going off, bbm's red flashing, or the red star of my twitter relapsing, I meant reloading, let's christen this new found feeling like holy water that would make the most beautiful roses grow, lay their angelic petals on your bed, use one to travel from your forehead all the way downtown, seal it with a kiss to your frontal lobe, let's go at like 300 or Troy or the Titans clashed, while Sade's Playlist is on repeat so much it would scratch my iPod screen and skip, knock your socks off and kicks your boots aside, and when I'm done, I leave while you slumber, without making a peep, you'd climax again in your sleep as you falsetto, hide your clothes, panties under your pillow, and we play fight as your try to retrieve them, the laughter is uncontrollable like rhythmic orgasms, lower back aches, goosebumps, and inner thigh spasms, that would make you yearn for my voice and look at your phone fiendishly every time it rang, its only our business that I made you sing like...

Writer's Block

Ironically
I fell for the perfunctory cliche
It not you its me
Without any debate
I accepted what she stated
What else could I really do
Thought she was all I needed
From the memories that preceded
The statement two lines up
Now I'm stuck
Played the fool
Stared at the sun
'Til it burned out my eye sight
Now blinded
I can barely write this
But this poem must go on
I don't know
Have no clue
How much longer
These letters don't seem to fit together
To make the words that go one after another
To form sentences on top of each other
Into stanzas
I don't know
Have no clue
What to write anymore
This came so easily
I took it for granted
Scribble a couple words
Cross them out
Lines slanted
Ball the paper up
Add it to the poem mountain
Growing from my trash can
I can't do it
The same thing keeps coming out
I don't know
Have no clue
This seems so rehearsed
Like the times you where here
I guess I stayed in the sun too long
Was I wrong
Yearned for words and phrases
Elated from sentences you stated
I'm tanned and empty
And blind
Who lives in reverse
Its like my heart won't let it go
My mind gets its
But it keeps fucking with me
I'm grieving
And to my luck the words are leaving
Just like you
How am I to write
Or stay strong


When even the sun moves on

Five Second Frenchie

Just as her lips left mine
She lowered a scythe
That stuck to chest to my spine
Fragments of my heart
Crescent in shape
Landing in her hand
As if this was the plan
Coincidence?
She's making mince meat
Of my being
To the beat
The cardiac kickdrum
She hums along
As my eyes play hide and seek
Tears leak faster as
My eyelashes come together
And I get one last glance
This lady
Exo-skeletal in appearance
Cold to the touch
And that doesn't say much
All she asks is
"Are you ready"
Before the "dee"
Leaves her teeth
I utter "No"
With what seems
To be the last breath of many
I'm growing frozen
Minute strength
I can barely stand
"Let's make a deal"
Barter perhaps
A plea bargain
I don't know whether she's smiling
Or if that's upside down
Same stone facial expression
Teeth clinched
Together
Empty eye holes
Black hood
Lamp post light stole a stare
She's made of nothing but bones
Now she knows
What I now know I been knew
I've defected
Infected from split wrists
Who's hisses
Turned to screams
Emotional bruises
From a relationship passed
Midnight nooses
Left my neck scarred
Like the umbilical blisters
I left my mother
The bliss
In the kiss
Is much different
Hers brought me life
And as this night grows longer
My plight gets stronger
But its over


And nothing even matters
The kiss of DEATH
Her name...
The latter

Quidditch

First off
Let me begin with telling you
Who and what
I am
A seeker
In search of a dreamer
And if she dreams
We will go places
No eyes, awake
Can see
No doubts
No maybe's
I've realized that
Through other ladies
I've drove myself crazy
Wondering why they weren't you
A relief sigh
Or a "finally" high
That I'm so intoxicated by
You are out of this world
And mine
Which is both a minor step
And a big leap
For the actual size
And the figurative size
Of the this world
Makes it as easy accesible as the touch of a fingertip
But almost impossibly attainable
Because I cannot gain
All the things from it
But I'd take you over
And over
If the choice presented itself
More than once
I hunger for wealth
Yes, I hunger more
But you are destruction
That's what my appetites for
So who know's
I'm no psychic
My third eye is only poetic
It can't see your future
It won't tell me what will happen in the near
Or the far
But when my eyes are closed
It creates these vivid
Life-like
Real dreams
I swear I see
Through open eye lids
But I guess that's the irony in the end
Because at first
When I began to tell you what and who
I am
A seeker



Question is
Are you a dreamer

143 Mattress Street

When last night
Becomes twilight
She drops dawn
And it cracks
I roll over
No longer are we sleeping back to back
Dawn's pale blue hue
Creeping through
The interspaces of vertical blinds
I swore you closed
But maybe I'm still high
From the events of night's past
My recolections haunt this very morning
So much, she hides
Until I realize its only five
And she doesn't quite come out 'til seven
I missed you
Although in the same bed
The void left between our bodies, apart
Made my heart
Grow fonder
Your finger webs are cold
We didn't hold hands like we use to
Your finger tips are white
They weren't against mine last night
Am I missing something
Besides you
The empty street we left in the middle of the mattress
Your long brown tresses falling off the curb
My side of the block was freezing
Your side?
It looked so peaceful
Though I know it wasn't
From the disagreement earlier in the day before
I tried crossing that very empty street
But your body language said don't bother
So I slept by the corner store
I guess you had to clear your head
Into your own pillow
While you faced the clock
I'm half past making sense of it
Now I'm here
Whispering in your ear
As you sleep
Giving you my all
Your eyes staring at the dark black walls of your eye lids
In a world where nothing seems to last that long
I pray
That when you wake
Your ready to open up

And I left nothing unspoken
But if I did
I pray that your beautiful naked eyes can't see

That your heart is broken

100 Meter Dash

Give me, give me, give me
A command spoken much to often
I only ask that what is given
Is only what I deserve
The nerve
Of me to be so demanding
So what is it that I want
The answer lies in the shrugg
Of frigid shoulders
And the weight of the world
Twice over
I
Want
You

From the bottom of my nimble sole
To the tip top of my simple soul
Where ever that is
But is sounds good
Right?
Give
Me
You

This is no command
Or demand
But as my soul is
This plea is
One in the same
I've longed for the very word after "me"
For some time that seems quite
The delight in my patience
Steadfast in my wait
Numb
this very sensation
Fills me with hate
The irony
To feel and not to feel
All at once
I
Feel
You

Like nothing I've ever felt before
Cliché
But my senses don't have any memories
Or remnants of anything like this
Stored
Deep within my mind
Right next to the very place you reside
The beauty of my thoughts
Come no where close
To the regalness which is you
But will the simile suffice
Or was that a metaphor
-scratches head-
Whatever
You see what I'm getting at
Like we've looked from the same eyes
Wise and slow
We'll go
Assuiming that you're coming
Not that way, though I hope
you are
Knowing I'll last
But those who run
stumble fast
So the pace has
To be steady
Get mark

Get set...


And the words before that

Cha Cha Slide

I often see a lady
Whose never there
I pray beyond the clouds
That's she'd stay for a while
But the rush she's in
Doesn't permit her to linger for more than a glance
I love her
And this love grows everytime I never see her
I yearn for her absence
The intriquet dance my heart rehearsed
Over and over
'Til it became routine
And it perfroms in her presence
The love that I'm in is no simple two step
Although my feelings are not choreographed
Her snicker is deafening
I loose count as she laughs
still scalping her ticketless applause
cardio dances til there's nothing left at all
I often see this lady
That is never there again
But I am embrassed nonetheless
Shroud my chest in veils
Because my heart hurts too much
I've lost my way
Even if my conscience did pay
Reach inside my vault
Whatever be the cost
What's the damage for you to stay?
I've never put on, or opened up this way
Suture
My contussions
What's your suggested beck and call
So when my heart no longer dances
And I stop searching for my mind
I'll remember your name

Master/Slave

she keeps a tenebrous guise

deep down inside

resides a heart, a size twice as big as her fist

and when stated, she denounces this

quite the pessimist

beautiful yet vociferous

I love her

even though she doesn't know me

opined clearly

love is not a job, a task, a position

i can see why its not in her job description

the catch twenty two is that love is hard work

given the travails of journeys, past

this love lacks the perseverance to last

i am calloused

mediastinal abyss

schlimazel to my finger and toe tips

yet tactile

i didn't know

until you left

i loved your smile

schmaltzy taste

and servile

I'll do anything for you

be your shoulder to cry on

can you lean on a peon

can i be your crutch like that dutch

or cocaine line

hypodermic needles and heroine

cognac and bottles of wine

or am i just an indentured placebo

johnson and johnson's blow

no slave to this addiction

a feeble attempt to obfuscate your affliction

you love me

you miss me

you care for me

you need me

... love petition: [insert name here] collection of fictions

Dr. Kevorkian

I fell asleep
can't remember waking up
just my luck
checked the alarm clock
But it had bullet holes in it
guess that's why this gun was in my hand
and I felt a draft through my hair
looked in the mirror
same hole as those in the clock
panicking and shocked
grabbed some alcohol pads and band aids
covered it quick
but this bleeding from my wrist wouldn't stop
serrated skin
fucked up my tattoo a little
but as I tried to place my head up right
stacked on bones so brittle
the nouse fell off
which in turn made me throw up
blue pills
an amount that could fill the bottle back up
this murky liquid reeked of alcohol, depression and shame
to the mirror, back
eye fucking the only person to blame
when I noticed a white paper
covered in blood and stomach fluid
open it up and skimmed through
It read:
Dear miss lady who shall remain nameless
I wrote you this letter
enclosed, my body and soul
and these random but calculated acts I thought were painless
hurt more than being in love with you
so as my face appears cyanotic, blue
similar to that j. holiday song
suffocate
and with this noose I can't breath
deceived me
so I aimed for my temporal lobe 

in hopes I couldn't hear the lies anymore
the hole makes my brain cold
at least it stopped the alarm clock
even the advertisement on the pills lied
I lie there waitin to fall asleep

heart slowed

although I was still wide awake
couldn't eat or slumber
body grew limp and number
and the diagnosis was you
it was only after I my wrist
to get

the last of this love out
I became light headed and tired
Still wired 

from the 3 empty patron bottles on the bedroom floor
convulsed a bit
alcohol poisoning isn't as funny as it looks on TV
But at least I ate

fell far from awake
I'm in really bad shape
save me
just tell me you love what I was

can i have that satisfaction
I know I may look different 

from you're NY winter

but at least you can look beneath the surface

know this is real
see my mind isn't lying
I'm not insensitive
can't you see my wrists are crying
and on the bathroom floor you can see that my insides do count
please take me back
the clock is ruined
but we still got time...

right?
tell me
the suspense is killing me



Or did I do a better job?

25 Things-ahhhhh

1. when i was 17, a girl told my friend that if I said hi to her she would give me head...

of course I obliged, who am I to destroy her hopes and dreams.

2. I told at least 7 times a week I have no heart and am by far the coldest person walking this earth. Then someone told me I have no soul. I'm cynical, sue me.

3. I don't think I'm meant for anyone. My sole purpose on earth is to make females realize they'd rather be with the asshole that makes them feel like they're the best out of all the other girls a guy is talking to. Dream high, you're always some body's number one. Fuck a number, I just want to be IT.

4. I been called a mind-fucker more times then I've ever been called my proper name.

5. Pussy

yea that's it.

6. I truly believe I was a poet or a philosopher or an etymologist in my past life. Yes I'm a buddhist, sue me.

7. I love words more than food and #5.

8. Bright eyes and braces do it for me. oh and silky ass hair... not the store brought stuff.

9.  I'm by far the biggest sucker when I'm in like or in love. But as soon as the I feel the bullshit creeping, I'm totally disinterested. I go from 200% to 15% in bugati speed.

10. I just want to win. Is that to much to ask for?

11. I'm too observant, which can be good or bad. I notice everything. I'm might be the biggest creep I know.

12. If you know one line from purple rain by heart, you got me and/or if you look like apollonia or vanity.

13. My dog is a rapist. He has somodized my leg to the point I where hockey leg guards. He's actually staring at my leg as I type this and licking his lips.

14. I have yet to work at my full potential. I give everything besides love 48.7%. My teachers think I'm a genius and if I studied I'd get 100 on every test. I settle for 70s, 80s, and 90s. 

15.  Serendipity is my favorite movie of all time. It keeps the little faith I have left in the XX homo-sapian species, alive.

16. I think GOD is a female and she is tormenting me but my struggle shows me that she loves me. -_-

17. When I buy an all white audi s5, I will first paint it teal (my favorite color) then drive in it naked and masturbate in the front seat until I climax. Thats the only female that can have my kids, can you say OWNED.

18. Love is a trap, love is a game, love is a projection that has your name.

19. I've always hated history and english. English especially. Ironically. I'm a poet. That is my way of raging against the machine and sticking it to the man in a very non-homosexual way.

20. If a person you don't particularly know or like talks about you, it's called hating. If its your friend doing the same, its called a warning. I can't count how many times people have warned other people about me. I love my friends.

21. I took a pole on january 1st, 2009 and found out that a guy would rather a girl talk to anyone accept me. 

22. I have about 10 tongue tricks; 9.7 of them are banned in the USA.

23. I have a really big fucking nose and I don't think I'm that attractive, but girls do so I guess it works. I'm just not that into me.

24. I love pain, not physical pain but pain. i.e. tattoos, biting, scratching, hair pulling, hot wax, etc.

25. I stopped giving a fuck about public opinion when I found out one of my x-girlfriends is a insane pathological whore. I was 17.

and lastly if my dad had no feet I'd still tell him to kick rocks. 

Top Chef

I'm not a food critic by any means
and will not attempt to become one in this post
at most
this is a mere critique
based on appearance
presentation and taste
doubt anyone can relate
and it all starts from the first date
i suggest you be picky about where and what you eat
that's quite rare in this day
people are eating McDonald's, Burger King, and Wendy's
i don't like my food fast
or too slow
or had before
i favor a nice seat, quaint atmosphere
take my time and make it worth time spent
some place with a style
a bit edgy
attracts big crowds
but not everyone is let in
i want the only reservation
spotless table
la perla lace setting
OBGYN clean
so there
I could eat anywhere
although there's isn't any eating utensil's
before indulging
the smell entraps my nose
trace the outside like a stencil
with my tongue and lips
slowlyfrom the base of the plate
to the top
neat freaking
so none falls
nothing spills as I sip
down my cheeks
as it drips
food turns me on
long for it's flavors
savor each
from this particular chef
have it delivered
sit in
take out
whatever
praying the taste never leaves my lips
dance on my tongue's tip
mastication masturbation
no condom
as much I desire intellect
this isn't as complex
simply taste bud sex
marriage between food and mouth
until climatic divorce
like parting lips
after a sensual kiss
i miss it
please don't leave... 
my face
too delicious to give up
too scrumptious to be late
too delectable to let waste
unless this is a race
I'm going turtle pace
then accelerate
I was told I eat fast
but when its so good
i crave seconds and thirds
sometimes...
until whispers turn into loud words
only commands, adjectives, and verbs
are sufficient to describe
this palate
or mine
tastefully divine
particular
where i choose
always left satisfied
and I satisfy
this diner replied 
the chef
kept my mouth watering
tongue wet 
unique ingredients
just right
left
me wanting more
phenomenal 
promise to
keep the recipe a secret if she tells me
or come back
again
and again
and again
and again
price... less
gratuity would not suffice
french the cook
rave reviews
eat til I'm full
face turns blue



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