cocoa sins on brown skin

it's fun. she did it for the thrill before cream trails down her thighs, opened eyes leaving everyone blind. full of grace you sit in my stonehenged shrine, with my Others who share your mind. windows painted, locked and absolutely no doors your only mirror is how you move, instructing me to get on all fours.  kissing your face. bebe, i want alone time not in there with them. get the fuck out of my shrine/just like black gums and white teeth i am reminded to see. rhinestones blind and delude this catastrophe we're inclined to call me. signals from my body sickens society then i often confuse the terms for reaching a higher me. even when i begin searching for happy the translation is swallowed up in confusion, trying my hardest not to lose you..fuck, i am stranded inside an illusion. 

HOW DARE YOU TELL ME I'VE MADE IT !?

STILL LIVING IN THIS FANTASTICAL WORLD YOU'VE CREATED.

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i've never left. but did you think about me while i was gone? while you were driving down atlanic ave eating a turkey burger? i wonder how often you consider me and every little feeling i feel. i hope you don't forget how moody i've become. even if the world sees me otherwise. i hope you don't forget to feel. i don't want you to forget how i feel when you do something minor wrong, or when someone around me fucks up. and how much it remains on my mind because it hurts to much to talk about it.
like that one time, about 30minutes ago. but i can't possibly tell you about it. if you don't realize while its going on or even sometime before then i can't ever expect you to understand. ever. but something keeps hinting me towards you. something keeps allowing me to respond to your texts and answer your phone calls. even the random activities you have me do with you. something grants me the strength to get dressed and say "i'll be ready in twenty."

i just want to get away, but not really. so indecisive it pains me. getting things off my chest never helped me. people still question and it irks me. i only want whats best for you, and it ain't me. i keep going on, and i feels like poetry. but our life together isn't meant to be. don't you see?

there's a storm on the way

I prefer peace, wouldn't have to have one worldly possession. But essentially I'm an animal, so just what do I do with all the aggression?

the world is yours, everything else is mathematics. all i want is your understanding, but i'm fine. days aren't numbered any longer, blind faith--law of attraction engulfs me. there has been a countless number of times where i spoke something into existence, nothing fantasticcal of course. more like people i'll run into espicially when i would never run into them on a regular day nor would i be in their usual hang out spot. i'm tired of people asking me what i would call myself. the sad thing is, we cant seem to go on with life without constantly marking shit. we need to know what we're dealing with and the second we don't-- the second we need to question we lose a sense of security. we thought we knew.. but we never had a clue. i'm tired. the thing is i know who i am, i'm just exhausted trying to prove me to you. when we speak, i look you directly in the eye, i was told that if i don't one might take me as a falsifier or a cheat. i'll keep it friendly. i'm first going to approach my goals... i don't want to label it, i'll just call it "shit i want to get done quick". i'll start by eliminating the people who don't mean a thing to me, then i'll move to the people i've grown distant with. i was told it's healthy for people like me to talk to others that don't think the same as i do. the ignorant people (hahaaa). i won't be there to change their minds, more like a guide in hopes of showing them that everyone doesn't think like THEM, and people like me do exist. i'll be there to possibly mold and create an army for a war worth fighting for. war of the mind.