An Orbit since the blender caught the heart.
No pieces left to glue, just pulsating primordial goo.
Still, blood flows at the beat of hope.
Cursed by the thoughts it feeds the mind.
A Rotation of this planet without inception,
Phenomena deserving parades.
The continuous bullwhip of rumination fades.
Sporadic stabs now dwell in songs and scenes.
The length of despair, the blame is on me.
A requisite to invoke elaborate fantasy.
Futures fabricated, choreographed to the song of us.
Materials a ruse, made of glass and fear.
Shattered from the boulders we threw.
All that remains in this rubble of love, are reflections of me.
Roll in the shards, make sure they stick.
Each fragment, a lesson in the form of riddles.
They have just taken some time to solve.
.
"'twuz this close"
certainly
y'all indulgerz uv
mine write
with telepathy knowz
such thuh close
'twuz that tingly feel'n
whence literary lisps
out mine
face
my almost
kissed them
the pink thick strips
'buv her chin
whilst her see'z emeraldz
glister'd
(((CRACK)))
her daddy'z
bullwhip
clop clop clop
my best friend'z
canter
galloping mine safely
from wrath
Admitted?
There they go again at it like there’s no tomorrow
Maybe they know something we don’t
Listen to her shriek and scream while they
And I hear their bed collapse as he jumps from the wardrobe
The crack of a bullwhip is there connecting to naked flesh
I pity but envy what they’re doing pleasure with pain
They’re both sharing a journey together while I’m alone
I want to join them before the world ends
All they can say is No right?
Maybe I’ll be admitted and feel their whip
And get to cum inside his mistress
It’s better than watching old TV reruns
I’ll put on my t shirt and shorts then call round
I feel desire and list my cock is hard as I hear
His mistress devilishly shout and scream
I want some of that fun right now
I knock on their door and wait…
She meets me
in a Coliseum
wearing an iron bra
and the chastity belt.
Blindfolded and veiled,
She carries a bullwhip
in one hand and
a spiked mace in the other;
"Do you feel lucky tonight?"
She asks me lovingly,
"Well, do you, dear?"
~Let's get technical (Show me your best)
contest by Andrea Dietrich
Your anger is like
the sinewy arm
that cracks the bullwhip
of your words,
tearing deep strips
from the soft flesh
of my heart.
You can't hear
me crying,
can you?
One of many dark moments in America's History, home of the brave and the free.
A.W. Nutter
“Let the bullwhip sing”
“Stifling freedoms ring”
My sweat soaked shirt
Was quickly torn away
Fears dampening the dirt
I silently began to pray
My arms tightly bound
To a very large tree
No mercy to be found
I will never be free
“Let the bullwhip sing”
“Stifling freedoms ring”
A breeze caresses my skin
The whip will soon follow
His property committed a sin
My screams I try to swallow
The bullwhip slices the air
Skin separates with each lash
The pain more than I can bear
I scream as the master laughs
“Let the bullwhip sing”
“Stifling freedoms ring”
Superman was blown to bits out the midnight sky!
Unmasked so he could look me in my cold dark eye.
Pale horse arrives from a raging storm, standing above his lifeless form.
Enraged and completely out of control.
Regenerated as I stole superman's soul!
Viciously I murdered Lois Lane.
Including Peter Parker, for I ate his brain!
Laughing hysterically with brain matter dripping from my lip.
Lightening flashes at the crack of my bullwhip.
Anarchy fuels this hunger for annihilation.
I will not stop 'til I cause great tribulation!
Nightmare scares when people think of my warfare.....
*visit me on myspace "Jimmy M. Anderson"
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