Short red and cocky.
Throw boas like Rocky.
Red headed fireball,They all watch me.
Pull up curb view so they can see.
Pop out the Lincoln with the tire Iron
Watch them Flee.
Ask anyone who really Know me.
God Had to have built me strong as a brick.
Traumas left me with a trigger tick.
Controlled with no pills strictly hope.
Numb my mind with love in order to cope
Even when people come and go
Each lesson, We learn and Grow
Some you want to truly last,
Not become a reflection of the past.
You can’t predict the future.
Enjoy the Love and keep it Nurtured
If it fails, You gained a valuable lesson.
Use it towards your next blessing.
Mommy went Insane (thanks to CVB)
Once upon a time an ugly, wretched woman had a child
She locked him in his room and beat him senseless
Eventually her loneliness drove her insane
Her child grew older and became a man
He started to leave the house once in awhile
when Mom was babbling to herself
He found a girlfriend
He didn’t have much exposure to the world
He was confused by her love
But he decided it made him happy
Mom found out
She beat him severely
Made him bleed quite nicely
Broke his nose
Carved him up with a razor
Put him in the trunk
Drove him out to the country
Threw him on the road
Then she found his girlfriend
Mom poked her eyes out
Beat her with a tire iron
Broke her fingers
Drove her out to the country
Threw her on the road
She wandered blind for awhile
She heard her boyfriend sobbing
She went to him
Mom pulled up in her car
Clutching a shotgun,
she shot them both dead
in each other’s arms
The End.
comments?
A pint size spit fire that you are.
A wreckless goth chic with a permanent scare.
She fought all the girls and half the guys.
broke more than a nail and never cries.
A loveless girl so mad at love.
When ya ask for a hug she'll
just give ya a shove.
At only seventeen she's a way better
drinker.
Most call her trouble .
But we just know her as tinker.
Loves poetry in dishing out pain.
talks lot of trash. And hits like a train.
Just joinned the hells angels.
I think this girls insane.
After she hit me with that tire iron
im really not much of a thinker.
Hell knows no fury.
Like a seventeen year old spitfire
called Tinker.
Dedicated to the real life Tinker Id say your name
But I like breathing to much.