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My future

A bright sunny day at the beach, oh what a way for happiness to reach. Everything went as well as can be, and the beautifully warm sun I can see. It’s in the distance, but not too far, it’s closer than the closest star. It’s coming up and pretty near, I can’t wait for it to be here. All I need is the rest to go well and I’ll be as happy as a humpback whale. 

Can anything be better than this? Maybe drinking the move of my life’s pis*. 🤭 God loves me and this I know, for his actions and the Bible tell me so. Interrupted, have to go. 

Life is hard

I suck at poems now, but I want to write about how my life sucks and I have to work but don’t know how. This sucks and I suck and I’m going to ruin my life in like a second. I don’t know what to do because I’m so behind in everything and I don’t know how to catch up. I have to update lots of stuff, but I can’t because I have a baby to watch. I love Chapo, all done. Great lack of a poem 😁

Three Strikes 

One strike is talking to others when we are together. two strikes is not giving me any blanket and three strikes is three days with no sex. 

What the heavens am I doing with my life? Chilling here pretending to be happy while I’m dying inside? Why? No sex, no loyalty, no effort. There’s no reason for me to be here and no reason for me to try. I need someone who likes me and I need someone who is ride or die. Someone who is like a partner, not just an extra person. I need someone I can trust, someone I like, someone who is more respectful and doesn’t lash out when something good happens to me. 

This isn’t a poem. I just didn’t know where else to put this. Maybe I’ll write a short poem about it right here.

 I’m drowning and I’m clowning around like I’m downing. Not sure who I want around me, but I know it’s not right. Not sure if I should come back after my flight. Scared of the night because we never fight, we sleep without sex every single night, for three nights. That’s right, three nights is three strikes and there are no right nights. We have sex or we fight. Silence is not the answer and not trying hard is not good manners. 

Why would I waste my time when there’s nothing worth wasting it for? No sex, no kindness, no entertainment, no love, what’s next a meteor from above? You just want someone next to you, I want someone whose into me. Maybe we want the same thing, but neither of us is willing to give it to the other, so we are a useless couple. 

Dude, not sure what to do, can’t be with anyone but you. My life is falling apart, but I knew it would from the start. 

Not sure what to do, can’t I just quit and live with you? I can’t really think and I can’t really speak, but I know that I want this to be written in ink.

I know I should text you, I know I should call, but I don’t want to bother you because I know you don’t love me at all. 

Not sure why I feel that way, but I’ve got to say, that I feel alone when you don’t text me all day. I think I’m needy and I know I want to be there, but I can’t and I know you don’t care. I guess at some point I should stop talking about how much I want you to be on top 🤭

Life is cruel, life is gay. My life will suck no matter what I say. I love you now, I love you then, I really wanted you to win. I can’t stand to feel this way, but you cause it by what you say. Marry me? No. Then don’t cry to me when I go.

You have my heart, you did from the start, but you killed my love and now my heart is broken like the bones of a run over dove. Unlike a dove, I can learn to love and cherish the one who takes my hand in marriage.

The fact that you don’t want to makes me feel like I’m nothing to you, but marriage is a big deal, so I understand how you feel, but I guess I’ll have to figure out how to deal. 

You made me smile, you made me laugh, but in the end it didn’t last. I want you now, I wanted you before, but now all you do is ignore. Ignore the fact that we love each other and we’ll never be with one another.

I need your love, I need your hope, I need you just so I can cope. I have him now, I have him forever. I wonder if we’ll last together. I hope I can love him as much as I love you, but I don’t know what to do. I can’t seem to get over you, although it’s been only a few.

I’ve destroyed my sobriety, contemplated suicide and now all I can say is why am I here without a guide? How can I live without you by my side? I’ll have to try and I can’t see why but I promised another and I don’t lie. 

Cs has got poems but Man she’s got some skills Chapo. personally I’d adore this 

Reconsider said: 

Cs has got poems but Man she’s got some skills Chapo. personally I’d adore this 

 Why’d you make him look so ugly? 

My life is as tasteless as a prison jumpsuit and as pointless as a circle. Without you in my life, I swear I’m seeing purple. Green is my thing, but that remains unseen because my life is as cold and callous as a machine.

I feel like I’m drowning in my own mind and choking on my heart. This is the way I’ll always feel as long as we are apart.

The pain I feel is self inflicted and exposes my weakness. My meekness was nonsense and my struggle is fair. When I look around I’ll always wish that you would be there. 

The ground I walk on has its stains but they’re nothing compared to my rein. I’ve broken hearts, made you mad and all while treating you like a fad. You and me not together, I’ll never be the same. I want you now, I want you forever, but the timing is really lame.

The thinnest glass will never be as fragile as you and me. We keep each other in our hearts but our love we cannot see.

 The days will pass, my brain won’t last because my heart knows there’s more to grasp.

I’ll never know you as well as I’d like to because I am so bad. The choices I make, the chances I take, they lead me to my demise. All I wish I could do is stare into those eyes.

This is my hood, and you’re so good, you allow me to participate, even when we have debates. I asked you nicely to allow me to own the brain I can see, yet you deny me and explain to me that it will never be. Even still, I love you, even just for the thrill.

 You are in meshed with this site, as if the URL were the same as your flesh, but I know that you’re not ill, but just won’t conform to my will. One day, I will own this place, whether I buy it, or become a co-owner, whichever is the case. I’ll marry you if I have to, so I’ll seduce you so you will have a person to graft too.

We will be one because it would be fun to own the site that’s close to my heart. Because you are one, we were close from the start, but because I suck at poems, it’s not likely we will grow as one, as it’s difficult to embarrass you when all that comes out of my mouth, is a shoe 👞 

I’ll just write stuff. I think Good is my soulmate, since he refuses to relinquish my favorite site to me. It seems like us together would be a site to see. Because we both have the same love for this site, there seems to be no where else to go, but to unite.

I’ll marry him to gain my dream, but it’s possible that he may become the most treasured thing. Not a thing, but a being. A Being who delights in the exact same thing that, so that all I can do is try not to sing, as his praises are like an inevitable string of words that must become a meme 😁

Pretty sure I lost my touch, as I haven’t been able to write that much and the things I write seem out of touch, since there’s just not that much to my crush. I don’t know him, I can’t show him, but one day, I will own him. He will own me, and it’s all in good time, you see because first, he will have to delight in me.

Good luck with that, I think to myself, but in God I trust, so it’s bit up to my stealth. I have no ability to win him over, but God will deliver him to me, as surely as there are four leaf clovers 🍀 What luck is needed when God’s will has proceeded. I’m finished trying to take what he holds dear and will now become what he holds near. 

Goody, good! You’re on my list, but no other name, does it consist. That means it’s not much of a list, and is more like a dedication, the fulfillment of which, I cannot miss. I will concur your heart so that you will be more willing to part, with this site I call home, rather than this girl you have never known. For Although I have a child and am of the age to be reviled, I have God on my side and the beauty of devotion that I will not hide. 

This age is almost done, and the carnal mind always seeks fun, so when this realization comes to mind, he will not fail to identify as mine and when that time comes, this site will just be for fun, as our union will be compared to none, not even to this site which we have fought over and I have not won.

Happiness comes from the two becoming one, and the one joining with the father and the son. The fountain of youth that comes with our marriage could result in another baby in a carriage. Only time will tell, but maybe he will sell, we will see which reality he wishes to dispel and which of the real, he wishes to feel. 

Please pray that what I write will come true over night, thanks 🙏 🤭 My intention is clear, it is him I hold dear and the site is in addition to the love we could rear. 😍

The above poem is called, “The Good, the Bad, and our Struggle.” 🤭