Tag Archives: thoughts on love

Dante – Cheerleader Chant (3.21.2013/Poem 11)

Having a little fun ;)

Dante (Cheerleader Chant)

No more
I’m done
Baby it was fun
but I am gone
Goodbye
hope you crash
your car and Die
You and that girl
you Fucked,
Maaaaan,
you’re shit out of luck
I hate your guts
live loooong
long After you die
in a stony pit of fire
where constant Pleasure turns to Pain
the women always Scream your name
and are forever Playing games
with all you
Lemons
Losers
Lames
hope you love the titillation
more than constant stimulation
the attention you receive
from every type you can conceive
and the feeling that it brings
to have the bitches of your dreams
My King

I love you

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His Will (9.17.12/Poem 10)

His Will

If you let him walk all over you,
He Will
If you let him disrespect you,
He Will
If you want him to break your heart
Consider it Broken
Don’t ask why

If you revolve your life around his
He Will Let You
If you abandon your thoughts for his
He Will Let You
If you want him to complete you
Consider Yourself Deficient
Don’t ask why

If you trade in your family for his
He Will Embrace You
If you give up your dreams for his
He Will Embrace You
If you want to disappear
Consider Yourself Consumed
Don’t ask why

If he is all you need
He Will Never Let You Go
If you do not wish for more
He Will Never Let You Go
If you want to feel alone
You Are Deserted
Don’t ask why

If you praise him as a God
He Will Love You
If you worship at his feet
He Will Love You

If you wish to feel lost
You Will Never Be Found

-MS

Photographic Memories – Poem (6.7.12/Poem 3)

Photographic Memories

A former Love sent me two photographs

One:

 my left hand

slipped into

a Black & White diamond ring

he bought me

the other:

 a stuffed seal

who holds a red starfish

between his flippers,

 we named him Bobby Brown

and he became ours

on a trip to the aquarium

that we weren’t even going to take

because it was raining all morning,

but the sun decided to smile—

Good times

Sweet memories


Yet, it seems too perfect

 that we couldn’t snap photos of

the Yelling matches

the Hurt feelings

and the slamming of doors.

-MS