i want to write a book maybe not The Book but that would be quite the impact but i want the people to feel be inspired

Where Do Your Demons Reside?

I don’t want to wallow in the depths of heartbreak 3 years of failing - over something that really could all be so simple But the human brain and the emotions that lay there Are not simple A complex network of neurons firing Towards different receptors And sometimes the web gets tangled - when an unforeseen force makes its way in This is why my heart was caged, bricked, behind glass doors and gold chains At least 17 layers of protection with the outer wall being a glass dome Why the fuck would I let you in when you had no intention of appraising my value You barely glanced at the work on my walls - you just wanted to get in To the warm place within But you are a fuckin cold front disguised as a perfect Cali beach day Did you not think my alarms would trigger and security would escort you out? Did you really think you could experience my peace when you gave me chaos? A mirror reflects, though within a shape A mirror transports, through the inner knowing What have you figured out Where do your demons now reside Do you think this is now alright
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9-22-22

So many levels of pain to fight If one truly wants to make it out alive What good are matters of the heart? What trials must we really endure to prove our worth? Our devotion? Our integrity? The pain of seeing the one your heart aches for with another Due to unforeseen circumstances No one really has the rule book We try and put our best foot forward, At least the ones who are true Other will scheme and plot behind your back To take the things and people that you value So you are forced - to fight if its true Or give in if you have no means to make do But the ones who truly suffer most See everything and are powerless Because someone or something even more powerful Tells you that you can not be happy with whom you choose Because OF UNFORESEEN CIRCUMSTANCES PEOPLE BELITTLE YOU AS IF THEY KNOW THE WOES OF YOUR BEATING HEART AND THEY TRY YOU AS IF TIRED IS NOT SOMETHING YOU ALSO FEEL AND THEY TRY TO TRANSMUTE YOUR LOVE INTO HATE HATE HATE HATE B HATE ‘ HATE

Afraid to Be so I Am

Always fuckin forced Because I can’t make the hard decision for myself. Always a fuckin idiot who moves too impulsively when it comes to love Always wondering how Long someone will stay Then the endings are arduous And both parties are unhappy Focusing on me has never really been a thing Because there are years and years and years of shit I know it isn’t pretty and I do the best I can to keep it in Yet, here they all are. Staring me in my fuckin face Calling me their comfortable names A disgrace, a disappointment, a fool A common idiot All because im afraid of myself. The shit im capable of is absolutely magnificent But I hate ordeals - Im afraid to be worthy ?

our country is killing us

our country is killing us Not our city. Not our state. Our mother fucking country bitch. And I sit here plagued and outraged at having to even be formulating this piece here Out of all the things in this wretched world, RACISM is what we Black People have to face EVERY DAY. It’s really sad you know. To live somewhere where people look at you as if you’re really not good enough for the bare minimum that you have. Because you always want to obtain more. You don’t just sit on stoops enjoying the summer breeze with a summer sleaze You go get that damn education that they say is so worth it. That you’re worth even more with it. But alas, the pretty shit should only be reserved to them. They rule Staging deaths is not what this country was based upon. Mexico and canada As above, so below

Never give up

Sometimes we lose faith and focus.
And it isn't just one person; its all of us. We tend to think or act on our own selfish needs and forget that it is not all about us. In a relationship, nothing is ever about just you. If you can't handle or deal with that, then DO NOT attempt to ask anyone to be in a relationship with you and do not accept anyones invitation to be in one. You both will only get hurt once shit gets real. Once feelings are involved, do not fuck around and hurt each other. Especially if your ass is one sensitive mother fucker.
Jus remember if you do lose sight of the important things and shit goes down, never give up the fight. Any relationship can work if you want it bad enough

First

It was amazing. Her legs tremble every time I kiss a spot on her leg. My tongue caresses the outline of her hips. The smooth curve where hips meet ass..I never knew. So many crevices. But they all excite her in a way that brings music to my ears. Her heavy breathing. Her frequent intakes of breath. The little moans that she is unaware that have escaped her lips. The murmors of surprise and bliss. "Aah." "Fuck." "Oh shit!" When her words jumble together and a sweet smile finds its place on my lips. The smell of her passion mixed with her excitement mixed with her natural scent has sent me over the edge. I doubt she'd scream my name but it's worth a try. My hands place hers on my head. With every lick she grips my hair and her legs shake. When my tongue hits that sweet spot and she pushes my head deeper into her sex. My nose on her clit and my tongue exploring her walls. When she finally erupts depositing her cream on my tongue, lips and chin. It was all worth it.