No Meter

I want to languish away the day
with you, my habitual hermit.
we can waste our weekends
in bed watching documentaries,
Smoking weed,
eating weird foods,
and falling asleep.

It’s a two person gig
these hermit habits of mine,
spooning all through Bowling for Columbine.
being in bed all day,
only get up to chase jehovah’s witnesses away.

^^^^^^

Get Over Thyself. 


You helping could’ve lead to something. I’m saying that mad loosely, but it could’ve. I didn’t even ask… because I got help. So don’t text me the next day asking what I wanted, and then getting mad because of my intentions.

If someone needs help, they can hit up someone they don’t want to have sex with. Hell, I was asking everyone I knew in Poughkeepsie. Lol

…makes little to no sense

Virgin.

Sometimes we’ve had sex, but we’re still virgins. For instance, someone I know posts a lot on his social media, mostly about relationships. This nigga is 29 years old and posts shit like this:


This nigga reminds me of the virgin I almost fucked before I realized that I would get a nigga too clingy, and dropped back.

Get over yourself. If someone’s hating on you, why even waste the time to care? Move on. 

I broke 110lbs for the first time in about 6 years. If I could break 115, I’d would be happy. As long as all the weight goes where it’s supposed to.

Writer’s Block

I need a muse to begin with.
Some catastrophic whirlwind 
allowing my thought’s appearance.
unfiltered, unchanged,
no acquiescence or doubt
in what i am saying.

I want to confuse my depression
to make it difficult for you to
analyze what I’m really expressing;
give it justice.

Development arrested,
to get this out my head and
put it down so completely
that i myself would feel complete.
It’s a dream, whatever
to drop punchlines
to sound clever
to get this out of my head
and put it down so completely
so Someone Who Isn’t Me
could understand.

What Would (Your Name) Do?

Ever Seen something that you really want to explore, but never really can because it’s so far away.

you got a ticket to the exploration, but it’s blocked off, maybe under construction. 

Do you wait til it’s ready, or go explore something else?

Section Sextional

Holding out for hope is the something that will be different this time.
Spectatcular will never finally happen,
and holding out makes me an idiot.

I’d be longing for change and divergence
every single time life’s cycle ticks.
I can’t make you see me for something you’re obstructed from,
something intellectual, and totally nuclear dude.
I get to know you for exactly what and who you are…

Then who’s really missing out?
You, whose mind is blown?
Or me, who’s blowing minds?

Stranger Times

To allow you into the temple,
into a demention which I dont even have full control over,
And through you barely met a criteria enough to permit trespass,
you sneak in on your own.
Even then, you serve your purpose.
doesnt mean you’re not looked at as a person,
with real feelings and some kind of work ethic,
but a stranger nonetheless.

Edge

Extrinsic motivation,
maybe if i say not to
you’ll stick around a littke longer.
If I make you scream out,
give a little positive reenforcement,
make you, make me feel invincible,
you’ll stay afloat in my river.

I tend to lock myself inside
with a feeling,
along with additional feelings that only
get you to fade away again.

Well enough to win,but you didnt do it. realizing youre tackling something
youve never gone over.
You’re personal hail mary,
waiting for you to take me down.

Black Man V

During halftime we met, and he looked really nice. We got naked, and it happened. Omg, we did doggy style throughout, I usually choose the positions, most of the time I’m on top, until I get tired of course. He was vocal, as usual. At one point he exclaimed: YOU GOT THAT GOOD PUSSY. (Yeah nigga, I know). He would call out about the tightness, and he was basically on the edge after I came.

He didn’t use a condom this time, which is not really our routine. He came, and I felt it on my back. Then he went back in and came again on my back of course. And then he did it one more time, and was like, “yeah, I’m finished”.

I made it back with 9:33 left in the third. Good money.
I really believe that he hasn’t had the good good as good as me. Just based on the times that we’ve hooked up, I’ve been grading his paper. The first time, he just got me out of an unsatisfactory feeling I was feeling fucking with some college dudes. He lasted long that time… longish, like 45 mins. The past other times before last night, he couldn’t make it past 15 mins. And these are with and without protection.

Last night, I knew that if I was going to continue with this, he would have to do some super human shit. So I knew when he was going, he got to a point where he was close, and I took him out and said, “Not yet”.

That’s when he slowed down a little. He froze, said sorry I’m trying not to cum, and I said nothing and put his cock in my mouth.

He went a little longer, but his secret was supposedly slapping his dick up against my ass. Slapping my fucking ass off.

I understand what I do to him, and that in itself I find really sexy. Plus, he’s been working out and looks all kinds of sexy.

Lookout Point, victimless crime.

It’s all about the performance,
and I’m still not ready.
I really wanted to last night;
I have to have a good mixture
of nightwalk and stoned enough.
Don’t even know if that will
will me up to break my comfort.

Jump into his whip,
drive into the farm,
park up in the back corner,
and commit crimes.

Well, victimless ones.
Crimes where the victim is me
having to deal with shit
that feels so good, but ends so quick
fleeting feelings and expectations.

It’s The Holy Month of Ramadan, but I can’t take part because I would die if I didn’t eat throughout the day. I understand the sociological reasons for such a month, so I will take part in my community.

Succumbed.

Sooner or later, the world is gonna know.
When it comes to bite you in the ass,
the humongous bruise will show.
Better fight back or end up last,
it’s better to be high than low.
Who you are isn’t determinded by your past
or those you used to follow.
When being the real you causes you to succumb to
the bitch you thought you were, or have always been.

Kaepernick 


Colin Kaepernick mighta done the most with his protest.

White people are always going to be against any person that speaks out and threatens their power and resources. Kaepernick was seen as a threat to “the American flag”. How many times has the “American flag” threatened him, or people like him that don’t have a platform to fight back?

Anyway, Kaepernick is a free agent, and he’s also seen as one of the most hated players in the NFL, so it may be hard for him to get a starting job just because of that. Never mind his abilities.

So since Colin wants to help black people, ill hire him to help me with my biology homework next semester. He had a 4 through high school, so he’s smart.

Transgenderism is a psychological disorder.

One thing I don’t see as fair is transgender women.

I do have a small issue with transgender women wanting to be looked at as “natural” women. It really doesn’t matter what you feel like on the inside, at the end of the day, you’re still a male.

Even after surgery, does a transgender woman have to deal with blood leaking from their newly developed orfice once a month like “natural” women do? 

Does a transgender woman have to real with the responsibility of taking care of their body to have a healthy child? 

Does a transgender woman feel the weird change in body, weight gain, water weight, other horrible pains that women go through through their life? 

Some of these things they feel, they bring on to themselves, and that is fine with me.

I don’t hate trans people; I just feel as if they have a psychological disorder of some kind. It doesn’t matter if they’ve felt this way through childhood or not. Obviously the thought of wanting to change your body from childhood is abnormal.

Of course, there isn’t a cure and there never will be a cure. It’s just weird that society doesn’t look at these abnormal thought processes as what they are.