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This is a small poem that I thought up one day. It's a kind of philosophy, I suppose. I know that it starts a bit childish, but keep reading. It gets better as you go, I promise.;D I hope you all enjoy it.
â€˜Should I pop a boob to get me a shot?â€™ She slammed her glass again and
yelled at the bartender who had passed by us thrice without
acknowledging her menopaused glass.
â€˜God is a poor dude with a rich reputation.â€™ My dad
would say. So I am really not worried about how
God would treat me, for what I did last night.
There was this girl. She lived near my place. My dad
had butt-fucked me one time when he caught me with her
picture in my wallet. So you get the idea. I liked her
a lot. Also, donâ€™t get the wrong idea. My father is a
neat fellow. He does take the shit out of me, with his
words and boots....
Ego is the cherry on the cake. Every cake worth its
frosting comes with it.
On occasion you bare the soul, scraping away until its raw.
This is a melodramatic scribble i made on the subject.
Poetry | Updated Mar 12, 2015 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
I only write nonsense...and if your imagination runs with my writing....then great. If you don't like it, then great as well. Move on.
a short poem written written late last night, inspired by a thought of someone i should not be thinking of.
I wrote this for CW class as an assignment and this is my 1st draft. This is a love sonnet.
Two men are lost, but only one will be found.
I'M not sure if I am the only person who does this but when I make a CD I make the lyrics into a story. So my dad and myself thought this would be an amazing idea for a contest.
Contests | Updated Feb 1, 2015 | Reads: 27 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 9
By Nikki Xayachack
I thought I got over him but my subconscious thinks of him all the time. When is it going to stop? When is he goiing to discontinue himself from my mind until I know he doesn't exist anymore? Like or comment if ya dig
This is a short story about a young African American male in the late 1960's during drafted into the Vietnam war. Decisions that he made throughout the story effected his life, as well as, many others.
By Nikki Xayachack
Greed takes over their souls. Always striving for the gold around the necks. Killing their life; give it a sec. like if ya dig!
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