Dear Daddy and all your mutilated minions,
I just wanted you to know that I no longer,
dance in the closet when no one's home,
instead I dance in the living room with the windows open,
in that cotton white dress you liked so much,
it's too small for me now but it could pass for a miniskirt.
I know you like the mini...
Dear Daddy and all your bastardized fairytales,
I just wanted you to realize, that I smoke weed with Rapunzel,
and I sip Bacardi with Snow White,
all three of us sit in the waiting room,
hoping we aren't carryin' some big burden inside us.
our bones, and our hips are far too tired,
To carry our Daddy's babies for such a long
I never knew...
how loud her silent white robe could be...
I never dreamed...
her curves smooth and taut would titillate me...
Siren like rain falling down...racing toward our breasts and thighs,
watercolors mating with gravity birthing our synchronized sighs...
Her smile is greedy but genuine...
Her tongue is course but wet....
Her fingers are fumbling and yet....
How craftily she probes...
my womanly junction...
I close my eyes...a white wolf singing to the moon,
in and out she pulls swimming within my inner lagoon..
my rainy rose shall be blooming soon...
Her love is different than most...
It makes me go so far..
It makes me reveal our we
Dear Daddy and all your mutilated minions,
I just wanted you to know that I no longer,
dance in the closet when no one's home,
instead I dance in the living room with the windows open,
in that cotton white dress you liked so much,
it's too small for me now but it could pass for a miniskirt.
I know you like the mini...
Dear Daddy and all your bastardized fairytales,
I just wanted you to realize, that I smoke weed with Rapunzel,
and I sip Bacardi with Snow White,
all three of us sit in the waiting room,
hoping we aren't carryin' some big burden inside us.
our bones, and our hips are far too tired,
To carry our Daddy's babies for such a long
I never knew...
how loud her silent white robe could be...
I never dreamed...
her curves smooth and taut would titillate me...
Siren like rain falling down...racing toward our breasts and thighs,
watercolors mating with gravity birthing our synchronized sighs...
Her smile is greedy but genuine...
Her tongue is course but wet....
Her fingers are fumbling and yet....
How craftily she probes...
my womanly junction...
I close my eyes...a white wolf singing to the moon,
in and out she pulls swimming within my inner lagoon..
my rainy rose shall be blooming soon...
Her love is different than most...
It makes me go so far..
It makes me reveal our we
Yes, I Have a Penis by Superiorflowerpower, literature
Literature
Yes, I Have a Penis
Yes, I Have A Penis
Do not assume (if I hold the door for you),
that I am making a statement
about your inabilities
to open the door for yourself.
If you hold it for me,
I'll say 'thankyou'.
Do not assume (if I pay for the meal),
that I am underestimating
your earning capacity
as a woman.
If you invite me out for a meal,
you're paying.
Do not assume (if I defend your rights),
that I am belittling
the attempts that you have made
to defend your rights yourself.
If you defend my rights,
I'll consider you human.
Ice flowers dance in my mirror,
telling me of my beauty,
telling me that I am special,
showing me my porcelain skin
and my nighttime eyes,
but the only thing I see is smoke,
clouding my mirror with lies.
My prince proclaims his love,
it makes me smile,
I rub his body,
leaving him charmed,
But all the while,
my love session is drenched in smoke,
cramping my style.
My voice is the ringing of many golden bells,
My words take away the breath of men,
My curls dance as I let my golden bells ring,
I am blessed with a beautiful shell,
sadly all I hear are smoke alarms,
my soul burning in hell.
A monster grins at me from inside the mirror,
Grote
I love to sing,write poetry,perform,dance,ride horses,climb trees,improvisational acting,musicals,read,play old arcade games, and tell stories.
Current Residence: In a sound mind Favourite genre of music: whatever sounds delightful to my ears. Favourite photographer: ? Favourite cartoon character: Cheza the Flowermaiden Personal Quote: The truth is never stupid if it is the truth.
Favourite Visual Artist
Hayley Westenra
Favourite Movies
Black Swan, Suckerpunch, many many others
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
My Chemical Romance, Nightwish, Yellowcard, The Birthday Massacre etc.
Favourite Writers
Alfred Lord Tennyson Chaucer and Edgar Allen Poe
Favourite Games
Zelda Mario Pacman Mario Cart Smash Bros Donkey kong XD
Wow...has it been forever or has it been forever....wow...honestly I never thought I would get on this thing again but luckily for whoever the fuck reads this I have no earphones to listen to my music, my HUSBAND yes kids you heard it right my HUSBAND has class and I have a whoppin' 1 hour and 16 minutes before he returns so I was just taking a stroll down memory lane and thought...hmm...what the hell? I have nothing better to do why not write a journal entry? So yeah emphasis on the husband thing....I am married now...and I am working at the luxurious and oh so fabulous well I'm scared to say it on here in case it comes back but those of y
I'm not a story writer...tried...wrote a few decent things...but never anything that special. I'm a poet. It's what I do. Some people find poetry to be repulsive. I think they are hopelessly confused...but that's just me. Poetry can be great...write from your gut...that's really all it is. So..I've been slacking on the penning bit lately...haven't posted anything on here for a minute but I write. Just not as often...and dammit..I want things to be the way they used to be...life's got in my way. Zach being away, trying to get into the military only to be told "Hey you're too blind...can't use you," being judged constantly by people who do
I've gotta say that has been the best rendition of Crazy Bitch I've heard yet...I mean its the only rendition of Crazy Bitch I've heard...other than the actual thing but hey...the fire trick was pretty nice. Whiskey got on my legs and it was hot like literally hot but it was okay at least I didn't get burnt. I'm leaving on Sunday but until then I'm having a blast with my Dark Passionplay playlist...I've got the best taste in music....there's something for everybody...well..later. ^^
Your writing is breathe taking amazing and thought provoking, those that I have added as favorites spoke many volumes to the progression of your writing. Thank you for sharing your writings here and blessings with the expression of your soul and the words deep with in you.