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Last Updated: 11/18/2009

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Gender: Female
Status: Single
Age: 40
Sign: Virgo

City: HoodVille
State: New York
Country: US
Signup Date: 7/26/2006

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March 12, 2009 - Thursday 
Insufficient Polarity, starve elementary minds



Physics goes unquestioned, behind the masters whip



Freedom is given based upon heredity



Caution tape halos vacant cradles, deliquent hands arrested and driven crazy



Future embryos restricted to dirt roads, Snow and rain share depressed sarcasm



Stability leaves intellect subjective, Good and Evil are irrelevant legislature



Angels and Demons remain artifacts to human conscience



While waiting in unemployment offices



Geniuses apply to psych wards, credit is denied



Last testaments are written into hieroglyphs



Economies fall to inbred educators, stock clog with single minded amoeba



Definitions of thugs change clothes and colors, sagging reverts to suit and tie



Sleeping is a luxury left for the dead, dreams are too expensive



Who can afford to wait on the Lord? Democracy hangs on a cross, Communism is the holy grail



Judgment sentences everyone to life, removing memories



Some exceptions have been made, I call them past lies



A second to make the same mistake



Human traits resurrect life through organ donations



Initiating artistic detonation





October 19, 2008 - Sunday 
Birth of my Poetry.

Politically and analytically I try to be correct.

And gain momentous ground earning respect;

Never upsetting the matrix or system of laws.

I search diligently for the effect and its cause.

Trying to grasp an understanding that always evades;

Infusing life into these words before burning the page.

Essentially pouring my essence into the fibers of rhyme

Concentrating on daydreams before running out of time.

The theory of thesis is the Shakespearean lead,

The evolution of an author ingeniously bred.

Outspoken silence validated by opinionated peers

Elevated insight gathered by facing my fears.

To reach my goal should I barter my soul?

Industrialized, mainstream writing to garner a role.

Publicized and published for millions to see.

Ostracized and demonized solely for being me.

Erratic and sporadic rants caused by serotonin spikes.

Revolutionary ideas scribbled in the middle of the night.

The anatomy and physiology of my work dissected and rejected

Leaving the author of this piece destitute and dejected.

Sharpening my skills and honing my craft

Librarian views edited out of rough drafts.

Independent thoughts constitute a climactic end.

The conception of my poetry through paper and pen.
October 19, 2008 - Sunday 
Metaphysically Speaking


I no longer exist
When you leave the room
So any tears that may have fallen
Outside the presence of you
never were...

Perception
Is probably the highest plateau
I could hope to reach
And since you did not witness
My tears personally,

They simply cannot be

It is as the ancient philosophers
Asked so perceptively

If a tree falls
And noone is around to hear it
Does it make a sound?

Does it exist
Though no credible witness
Is there as a testament to its presence?

According to your sentiments
The answer is
No

The tears never cascaded over my cheeks
Paving zigzag roadways
Down the outer lining of my face

So Metaphysically speaking,

There is no need
For guilt
Or apologies
Because no wrong
Was ever done to me

And there lies my entity

A chalk outlined
Casualty of greek philosophy...
October 13, 2008 - Monday 

Ears yearning for

Linguistic explanations

So why's can be answered

Instead of floating aimlessly

Into boarded up hearts

Watching feelings

Fall apart

Equivalent to nights spent

Thinking ... sinking

Doubting next day decisions

Before the optimistic vision

Penetrates ...

No use in instigating

Id rather spend my time

Waiting patiently for ...

A sign that ties

Finite time to

Infinite love lines

My complex mind

Traces dormant pictures of

Future accomplishments

With your beautiful essence

Drizzled throughout those

Perfect moments ...

Daydreaming daily leads to

Forged expectations

Injections of hold ons

Causing infatuation to live through

Old love songs

I caught feelings

And watched them

Burn into unfamiliar blazes

For too long ...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

October 2, 2008 - Thursday 

What does he care?

He is just looking for his poetic cure.

In my mind.

I could  have sworn that he adored me

But in all reality

He was in love with my poetry

Looks wasn't the conversation

For once my ass didn't trigger his every sense

He wanted my mind not my behind

He wanted my conceptions of deceptions

To this poetic field

His joystick stood erect in his palm

My handjob to pen was all he needed to witness

The fierce slip of tongue to his mic

Gave him an orgasmic flow

He was such a poetic whore

He savored the creation of pen to paper

As his poetic stick applauded the wordage

Of my urban fix of poetic licks

He whispered his admiration

As I gave him the ultimate inspiration

To his quick ejaculation

While I scribble my extensive creation

Had him wet with perspiration

He formed a relation

With my words and manifestations

But his fixation

Was transformed by my poetry

He was a poetic whore indeed

Sat glued to his pc

Enjoying the similes strip tease

A quick little lap dance from my connective flow

He kneeled and gave siloloquies an oral presentation

He wanted to take a tour and explore my pages

Of mental stimulations

Falling in love with my mental decor

Licking my saturation

He was quite the poetic whore

Jealously pegged me as he fingered poetry

It tortured me

To see him bone wordplay

And phone bone my mentality

He wraps his lips around his mic

Loving the verbs that he spit

The bass he hit

As he slipped

Into my slippery lips

Giving me his full attention

But only for awhile

He plowed for my sexual verse

But he wanted to mind fuck me first

He raped his muse

Robbing her of her juice

As my poetry played in sync with desire

He wanted to bed me

And have poetic intercourse

He wanted it to flood from his mind

Like a typhoon

He assumed that the poetry in me

Would affect his very being

While my metaphors sung to his poetic core

When it was over he oozed with satisfaction

Making me think I was included in the action

But in reality

He never wanted me

I could have sworn that he adored me

Seriously now I wonder if he was only in love with my poetry.

 

 

 

 

 

September 12, 2008 - Friday 

Current mood:  inspired
Complex and Condenscending
Sarcastic even when sitting in silence
Proudly imperfect no pretending

Hot and cold switch places
Within inches of my many faces
The previous emotion leaving no traces

Intimidating strength staring back at you
Looking into my eyes for long too hard to do
Who I am is seen by far too few

Lost in this ocean of who is me
Crashing against who you want me to be
Retreating again .. because again you didn't see

Behind smoke and corona mirrors I reside
Safely from the pain from which I learned to hide
Still nursing from the wounds of the times in which I tried
To be more than just me

Mourning more than just living out the dream
Happily ever after not an option it seems
Committed regardless to never stop trying to be on my deem

Pursuing the pious passionately and showing promise
Finding refuge in faith when love has lost its bliss
The proof that it be not everlasting and nothing that I should miss

Bold and defiant defending a belief
That in the end this spirit will know relief
But along the way it will accustom to just knowing grief

My calculations always crafted to be careful
Of some things I am never doubtful
Once again love will let me be beautiful






September 12, 2008 - Friday 
Building sand castles
Out of hope
Towering heartache
So it does not taint
The thoughts deep inside of me
Trying to protect
Illustrations of fantasies
Hopelessly holding on
To wishes as I sleep
Lost in a fairytale
Watching sweetened waves
Gently kiss the shores
Of my dreams
Fondling illusions
Blanketing Whispers
Of lullabyes
Imagining you and me

Then your tide comes about
Splashing reality around me
Tearing down all my hopes and dreams
Washing my sand castles
Out to sea
Leaving me with heartache
And a hurtful reality
Shattering all of my dreams
Knowing that we may never be

Maybe next time
I will remember
To build a moat
And protect my dreams
And my sand castles
That you keep crumbling
Unwillingly


January 25, 2008 - Friday 

When you least expect it
Is when you definately get it
Stop searching and then you will find it
Pretend to be blind
And it will pop up in your face
Be unaware and you will get to that place
Open the door but
Go through the window
Don't pace yourself
Just let go and ride with the flow
Expand your mind
And watch your soul grow
Say nothing and everyone will hear
Open your mouth and your voice
Will fall upon deaf ears
Don't hesitate or be consumed by fears
Learn to cry without shedding any tears
Come inside but don't lock yourself in
When you are angry be sure to grin
Don't think about losing
Just assume that you will win
Deceive noone but yourself
You will be in Heaven
Even though you can see the flames of Hell
Act crazy they will say you are normal
Be normal and you will go insane
Because you are one in a zillion
Never meant to be plain
Learn to derive pleasure from pain
And you will see beauty in the ugliest of stains
Don't distinguish between what is real and what is fake
And you will begin to understand that love is the same as hate
And always remember that only you can destroy what you create

January 17, 2008 - Thursday 
Two inches from the sky
I close my eyes
To this repetitive world
A lost soul
Searching for self
In a substance that takes me
Outside of myself
I am existing as an entity
Void of anything
Meaningful to this life
I am taking flight
On the Enterprise
I look down to see
My feet limply dangling
As I rise
To the skies
I am high
from this life
I am living
High
From this pain
I was given
Free
To be
All the things
I have ever
Wanted to be
Despite
My shortcomings
I am becoming
Invincible
With every hit
Untouchable
With every bit
of paradise in my system
I am riding the clouds
So hard
My body quivers
With orgasms
And Time
Is my lover
His hands caress
My entity at
6
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh
9
Sending trickling
Sensations down the center
Of my spine
And I...
Can't
Come
Down
He won't release me
Until I have reached
Heaven
And Believe me
I am trying
Tears trickle
From the corners
Of my eyes
Down my breasts
Hitting my thighs
With warm drops of...
Yes!!!
I am fuckin the sky tonight
This love reflected on the moon
The stars - our candlelight













January 17, 2008 - Thursday 
It took my heart longer to come to the realization
That all I felt for you was an unhealthy infatuation
My body knew and my head long ago made the rationalization
From friend to love and finally a chapter in my past was our relationship's manifestation
Hoped for my love to be reciprocated but that was just a stupid expectation
I knew all I was to you was a friend to whom you felt an obligation
So I am the one to blame for this alienation of affection

Not being the best me but the best for you became my life's aspiration
Losing me in you as I promised I never would was vindication
That it was time to let go and give up on this thing I could only refer to as "My Situation"
For dealing with me and my craziness I extend my greatest appreciation
Preparing didn't help with the pain of this particular revelation
Nevertheless with it I can begin the process of my transformation
Glad that my eyes were opened before my self annihilation
This is the last poem, last letter, last time I will ever write about you
The last time that I say this is the end and stop this alienation of my affection