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Words tumble from behind clenched teeth as orgasmic pulses flow from my feet, exacerbating ecstasy drenched eyes.
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Words tumble from behind clenched teeth as orgasmic pulses flow from my feet, exacerbating ecstasy drenched eyes.
#acrostic challenge. [S]urvivin' is playin' it. [K]ool, do yer. [O]wn thing, don't play the fool. [O]r fools rush in. [L]ike bees to a honeycomb, 'sting'. [D]addy said, play hard, fight.
the faint repetitive sound. cruising along. I don't have to be anywhere. at anytime. there's no rush. it's all good. I'm riding on a new board. through an old neighborhood.
when we get together. it's comfortable. it's fun. it's entertaining. I got your back. you have mine. we can do anything. and feel no shame. feel no pain. it's never romantic. strictly business.
Once she was a ballet girl, And skater boys were it, She thought she knew society, She thought it gave a shit.
And the history books Forgot about us And the bible didn't mention us But they built us a statue On a hill Saying we were the greatest We had the will To do what our hearts said Screw the rest...
If we don't kill ourselves we'll be the leaders of a messed-up generation If we don't kid ourselves will they believe us if we tell them the reasons why Do we take it too far, take it too far.
I first met Tommy 2 days before New Years. I was at a party full of people like me who drank and danced like the end of the world was just a sunrise away.
When I was comin up, I was always in trouble If there was a lie to tell, I'd be there on the double. my parents didn't know what to do with me, So they left me.
#bored This is Glen's guide to Halloween, it's served me well in the past Make sure you carry plenty of eggs and some fireworks for the blast Always egg people's windows and don't forget to empty...
Soft skinned, thin legged, red lips and bony hips Smoky eyed, wink each sin like a beat I'll run if you tell me, I'll bite my lip harder I'll drink until I'm on the floor "My, she's an animal, she...
#songcompetition 38 years and I've been dancing in a field, With all the vagabonds, the sinners, the children and the thieves.
Dear Diary, Today was awesome. I stole another thing from ASDA. Me and Leni didn't dare each other to do anything, we just couldn't afford a top that we both wanted.
I can hear the footsteps,. My children are home,. Where they are kept,. Before they all roam,. They snoop the streets,. With a glint in eye,. Looking for the weak,. To join our young tribe,.
Two ecstasy pills. Colors blue, we chew. Tongues stained of the drug. Tingly, warm & snug. Just the right amount of shrooms. Too light up the room. Green flowered fuel for the pipe dreams.
The children lay dead in broad daylight, Killed by a generation that were too polite. They forgot what it was to live a life, Passed it on to their kids and spread the strife.
I once was a kid. Causing trouble and strife. Thinking who'd give a shit. It's part of my life. I'd rob from the shops. Steal some car keys. Not giving a toss. I done it with ease.
As I walk into the shop. I bump into the local cop. He turns around and says my name. Is this really, my start to fame. As I'm walking down the aisle. I see myself start to smile.
*16+ parental advisory etc etc. Champagne cocaine ritalin. Kiss me on my mouth baby you're my vitamin. Look beyond the mess that we're both living in. Look beyond the mess because I'm giving in.
I'm a no threat, Just a girl. Have no place In real world. Just a peice In your dreams. I'm weak as it Could ever seem. But NO. I'm strong willed and stubborn.
We're caged in by six tall buildings. Sun glinting. Two pairs of eyes I'm shielding. I stand still and listen to confused silence. Rushing suits jostle my shoulder. That's white collar violence.
Rolling up to service in our orange overalls, Yelling 'fuck you' and making catcalls. Pissing off the elders cause we're regular sinners, Only coming home so our parents make us dinners.
Careless summer days, partying 'til dawn. The lawn was freshly cut and we ran cartwheels in the sun. Barefoot on the Tarmac, running reds through the dead of night.
I wrote this about 15 years ago (eek... I feel old now!) but after the events of the summer it echoed to me...