Category: Hot Lava Sprinkles

What am i but pain?But who can sufferWith her in site?

What wouldnt i burnTo be in your arms? What would i not abandonTo be by your side? What would i notSubject to infernoFor that paradiseOf your your eyes? what is hellbut to cling to purgatoryin fear of heaven? I ignite the spark When i turn the keyAnd the engine the fireis a blazethat lights my…

PLEASE tell me to do thingsI dont want to doAnd i will do themFor you. Please enjoy my blood my loveI know you love the tasteDrink all youve spilledjust lap it upId hate to see it waste Oh such light blades such graceYou slice me when your faceSo lithely evadesMy prayers you look my way…

im not into common complimentsi said girl youre so hoti hope the condom ripsso i can pull out of youa couple of kidsso what do you say?interested?

burstingwith hurtingwhile birthingan earthling Oh how a mothermust suffer! tell her you love her

i would love to spend days printing, reading, studying, understanding the poems. i don’t even always know what they mean. often, they are premonitions. they are clues, also, to hidden spirits in ourselves, and they are avenues of discussion, roadmaps, guides, to each others hearts. the more humbly we serve and understand our poetry, in…

there are no conditions dont waste my time wishing i just love you no ryhme reason or timing to the season from all the legions i am conceding to bring meaning only to you i simply love you no certainty that i can see except that respectfully i endlessly endeavor to be continuously causing you…

I’m inconsistentIn my resistanceWilling to give inTo someone to sin withAlways filled withNothing but illness So sick I killed itInfected perspectives persistentI disregard distanceTravel in an instanceGetting blown like kissesMissed by my former mistressShe’s listless torn up dismissed since ChristmasI’m at the top of her wish listLike Jews and delicious knishesBut Synchronous kismetBrought The perfect predicamentWho could have…

i love my kali ma her pretty little kittie cat claws you know you want it all thats why youre up against the wall she punch you in the cock then shell kick you in the balls but you know she stole your heart, its so hard so youll be coming when she calls i…

Poets are terrible workers Terrible Owners Terrible managers Terrible customers Poets are terrible boyfriends Terrible girlfriends Terrible best friends Terrible sisters Terrible brothers Poets are terrible people But also quite wonderful lovers