My SubstanceI know you’ve heard this type of poetry a lot, but I thought it was time to add my own story to these chronicles, I haven’t been skinny since the age of seven and obviously this offends some,My Substance
because around me people have become prostitutes…my name never leaves their mouths It seems impossible for them to see me and forget me, pretending I’m a bad romance movie you only went to, to see how far you would get in the dark,
No, these people are critics who are criticizing me, worrying about my look, my walk, and my very existence
Well I’m tired of staying quiet about it, sorry mom you pier
Too ShortToo short By Eric OdumToo Short
(Reaching in the air) (Stretch) (Strain on tiptoes) (Look behind) Huh? You wanna what me? Oh! Help me, right sorry; sometimes I think things that aren’t—wait, why you wanna help me? I look like I’m struggling…umm, struggling with what exactly sir? Don’t go choking on your words now, come on spit it out…oh I can’t reach that cause I’m too short? Well my stature isn’t the only thing that’s short cause I’ve had about enough of you and your genetic mutant 6 foot eternity brand of people, you’re every expanding height seems
My First TimeMy First Time By Cyrus PayneMy First Time
I thought it was safe. She was nice and she promised my first time would the best in my life--and that we could go as slow as I wanted.
She was pretty--and I was horny. I'm relieved as we start, and my blood boils through arms that caress her love handles with a forest of fingers and a myriad of sounds. We start playing fore. She's pushing me down and I play along, I like her strength as she--wait--she pushes her way into my mouth. Her lips are sucking my goatee and... I think she's having oral sex with my tongue...!
No--she's hurting me--I try to say something t
Aya natsume
Spit poet spit
Screwed
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Proudly pissing off the world since 1975
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"What I saw was equal ecstasy:
One universal smile it seemed of all things."
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But i need help with something, can you help me please?
x
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Love is like a booger. You keep picking at it until you get it, then wonder what to do with it.
Thanks to ~Dahchocolatemuffinz for the icon.
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You know you wanna..
GRAB THE TOAST BEFORE HE EATS IT
(Seriously, the toast is clickable)
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The Bishie Photog is here! >8D Where're my bishies at, betches?!
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