If I don't slow down I may miss what my path is.
So I think I'll slow down and maybe let him kiss.
My lips and i don't mean the ones on my face
No longer will beg for him to stay just in case
Someone needed me to make them fell better.
Oh yeah I bet my pussy gets even more wetter.
Than anyone you ever knew or you slept with.
Especially when I'm sucking dick it turns me on.
I mean it makes me moan when it makes me choke
My head game is official just ask anyone I sucked .
Make them scream your name and say I love you.
You don't know what love is you really have no clue.
How your suppose to be around the person you love
But your coming up and your rising all the way above.
Categories:
head game, 4th grade, abuse, addiction,
Form: Rhyme
In a rut
No but
Make your putt
Categories:
head game, golf, psychological, success,
Form: Senryu
"SHE TOLD ME WHAT SHE
WANTED WITHOUT THE HEAD GAME"
I poured myself a drink.
I lit my cigar and hit the machine.
after I finished with the poem,
I sent it over to Janine.
she read it and was direct:
“I feel like I should be in a lot
more of your poems.”
I pulled the last poem from the
typer and wrote about her.
she makes me think of all the
lovers I’ve had.
had they just told me what they
wanted, the bull-!@#$ would’ve been
less than it was.
it isn’t hard to figure out:
tell Eddie what you want and you’ll
get it.
leave that “guess the emotion,”
game for the immature.
to all the ladies of my past,
to all the women of my past,
to all the bitches of my past,
to all the whores of my past,
learn from Janine.
she accomplished what every whore
has failed at:
communication.
I would call up every female
from my past but would they
understand?
I think you know the answer.
By: Chicano Eddie
Categories:
head game, creation, loss, love hurts,
Form: Free verse
Mental foreplay
In five, four, three
two, one and
three quarters...
Take over your mind
like an anticipated
blast off.
Lay in your cerebellum
Your thoughts known
Your heart my home
Naked and open
With strength
comes focus
therefore know this
Whatever you write
Leave space
Cause your every
thought I'm going
to finish.
Mental impregnation
head game that
produces an unbelievable
way of thinking.
Word play,
how life and death
is in the power of the tongue
let's see how close I can
get to making you...
finish sentences
that end in expletives
and exclamations
Categories:
head game, desire,
Form: Free verse
Hood fellow, pull her hair like I do the trigger
Plenty of cash, don't care if she's a gold-digger
She broke-up with her ex and got me, lost and found
Get in bed, take out my pistol, let off a round
Shoot her up, shoot her up, bang, bang
Blowing on my mic', the best song she ever sang
Got flavor, cold with all this ice, like a 'Slurpee'
Got something for your chick to drink, she slurps me
Definitely ain't praying, but she gets on her knees
Her head game is fire, nine-hundred-degrees
It's like she's educating me, gives me good brain
While she's down there, I pull her hair, like a horse's mane
She's a vampire, sucking on the neck of my second head
Not the one on my shoulders, but the one used in bed
She told me to eat her out, went down and bit it
She can't stand violence, but loves the way I hit it
Beat the 'Coochie' up, bedroom turned into a boxing arena
Call it domestic violence, no court, no subpoena
Riding me, I'm thinking 'bout gettin' her a saddle
We rocking the boat right now, ain't got a paddle
Making a movie, this the best part, 'bout to climax
She loves when I come over, got everything her man lacks
Categories:
head game, humorous, life, men, metaphor,
Form: Rhyme
There is a head game
that none of us wants but
it's there anyway.
There is a head game
that interferes with what we are trying
(in all of our fumbling ineptitude) to say.
There is a head game
that distracts us from quality of life
to
the quantity of stuff for which we must pay.
There is a heart game
that giggles and grins and cares....
I wanna go that way.
Categories:
head game, love,
Form: Rhyme