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Beware that throwing pebbles
may ripple
the skies
but not shake the monoliths
from down here on
Earth.
They'll make you cry pebbles-
tiny white and smooth rocks.
You'll ache and as they
emerge from you
eyes, leaving a gaping hole
they won't
Trickle down your face,
but smash eternity into the
ground.
I once coughed up a pebble,
but mine was stained with
blood.
It must have scraped an organ, I guess.
There wasn't just one pebble.
I spit out one
and then another, and then another
until I was a mountain of
little white stones.
The forms laughed
and threw vinyl screams at me.
Those forms,
Those faceless, shapeless forms.
I tried to die under the weight
And although my back was
crushed
The pebbles pushed me out.
I crawled under the grey of
light
and saw nothing.
Am I truly blind?
Because I know I'm not dead.
may ripple
the skies
but not shake the monoliths
from down here on
Earth.
They'll make you cry pebbles-
tiny white and smooth rocks.
You'll ache and as they
emerge from you
eyes, leaving a gaping hole
they won't
Trickle down your face,
but smash eternity into the
ground.
I once coughed up a pebble,
but mine was stained with
blood.
It must have scraped an organ, I guess.
There wasn't just one pebble.
I spit out one
and then another, and then another
until I was a mountain of
little white stones.
The forms laughed
and threw vinyl screams at me.
Those forms,
Those faceless, shapeless forms.
I tried to die under the weight
And although my back was
crushed
The pebbles pushed me out.
I crawled under the grey of
light
and saw nothing.
Am I truly blind?
Because I know I'm not dead.
Literature
Sex Object
Between her legs, lies something that
every man seems to want.
A place where she should be able
to call her own, between her legs.
She feels that men only want her,
a true want, to have sex with her, and
walk away.
The breasts she has, they gain
stares from men passing by, tripping
over themselves to find a chance to touch.
When will she stop being looked at,
as an object of sex? when will a man
see her as someone he may spend his
life with?
Her hips curve, and she doesnt
want your hands on them, if your
just going to touch her skin.
She wants a man to touch her soul,
not just touch her skin, and run his
Literature
Box.
I've got a box
A pretty little box
It holds fingers lips and cocks and
It has holes where
Blood drips out
My box my box my box
I've got a box
And its all mine
Sometimes I rub it and in time
It gives me thrills joy
So divine
My box my box my box
I've got a box
With a bud on top
And a flower blooms when I get hot
Or when my mister
Hits my spot
My box my box my box
I've got a box
It smells like wish
Looks like love and tastes like kiss
And when you touch it
Feels like bliss
My box my box my box
I've got a box
Under my dress
My box of wet, my box of flesh
My box of pleasure
I'll confess, I love
My box, my box.
Literature
Whore
Touch me where we're not supposed to,
Just to let me know you care.
Hold me close and kiss me hard,
Just so I know you're really there.
Take off my cloths and I'll take yours,
We'll let this happen as it should.
Make love as has never been made,
Or at least the best we could.
I feel dirty and amazingly cheap,
So overrated and used.
I guess it could have been better,
But at least I'm still amused.
I'm a whore not worth a dime,
Kill me now to clean the streets.
Spray me down and hang me to dry,
Just leave me with the sheets.
You should hold me now the most,
When I really need a hand.
But instead of
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