I’ll probably jade you and break you
Because I’m a mistake and I shouldn’t take you-
Out on a date, because love is high stakes
I may order steak, but I’ll have my stake
Ignorant of your cleavage, peering right through your breast plate
The only way to cause vampires heartbreaks,
I don’t like vampires, love is a vampire
so many demands I,
I’m sorry my hands tied, I’m sorry I’m anti
Spoon and a candlelight, daydream and romanticize
My heart has been vandalized,
You may have the cure for it, or you maybe too pure for it
I want you to love me and hate me, but hate that you love me and I’ll love you way more for it,
Yet scared of what I may have to endure for it
Love ain’t a sure thing, I’m never too sure for it
It causes that stabbed in the back pain, with no epidural for it
I’ll probably jade you
Sweet Words
Her hot lips
Glazed like a thin layer of butter
Adorned by sprinkles of sugar
With a tongue that tasted of baked cinnamon
Mmm, the sweet things she said
My weakness?
An ever starving sweet tooth
And she knew it all too well…
Mind Trip
What’s a mind
if you dont mind
being mindless?
Would you be a mime
standing atop a mine
blind inside of a mine?
What’s the difference between a state of mind
and a mind trip
if you dont mind being mindless?
Happy New Years
I used to think that titles were cliche. A name needed to affirm the important things in our life. There’s never a better time to put titles to the test than when you are in a position to where you can’t give more than you recieve. Here’s to real friendship. Y’all never judged me. Never left me. Always believed in me. Always loved me regardless my circumstances. Where would I be, in my darkest moments, without y’all. 2017, the year y’all picked me back up after I was brought so low literally surviving 2016. Y’all always saw me for me, not my mistakes. Humanizing, when I was weighed down by my shame, guilt and loneliness, y’all restored my confidence, reminded me of my promise and gave me unconditional love amongst moments I cherished. Friends, the only cliche is that the title no longer does any justice to the meaning. Happy New Years, and thanks for always keeping it real with me, regardless what real meant at those times. I Love Y’all
Dr. Russ
A lot of people say there is no change until you take responsibility for your actions..true and false, what’s responsibility minus identity? So to change would be to know oneself, inside and out, self knowledge brings about identity, purpose realization and then we arrive at responsibility…the reason so many can’t change because they have no frame of reference to concede to, and then to change you also must know why, why you reacted in the way you desire change from, none of that is accomplished without knowing yourself..so what questions must be asked? What do I like, why do I like it, what do I believe, where did that belief come from/why do I believe it..what makes me happy, why does it give me joy, to know that deeply is to know its reciprocal right? What do I want to be, why? Once these basic questions are known, you create a foundation of self knowledge, now all the little intangible questions and answers come into play and once you start knowing not only what, but why, then you can accept responsibility because what and why already highlighted at the least an identity, a pattern of behavior/ a realization, purpose then is always subjective, it’s never a definite but responsibility is once you know yourself, otherwise you’re accepting a right and wrong from a moral compass, or character that is not your own but an assumed or concocted summary of bad habits and ill affirmation that gets based a lot on trauma fears and past hang ups..Dr. Russ..
We danced
We danced-
I danced to the vibrato of a siren with the eyes of fire
A rhythmic inferno, a melodic hurricane
Swiftly I was taken away by her song,
Damn she can sing-
The way she gave cadence to my heart
The way she commanded my soul
The way she shackled my breath!
The way! She, said, my, name…
The way my spirit applauded in the wake of my imploded mind
That voice, her song is talk, she sings gracefully
She is choir of euphoria
Phantom like in her essence
Hypnotically sensuous! Ah!
She spoke..and gave balance to my upturned life
I thought I was the Libra, she is a collage of every zodiac
A true star
How can I ever be out of sync, for she is my harmony
My life is now her instrument, her music, her song
Strum my heart strings like a violin, a cello, a guitar
I live inside of her orchestra
My passion thrives in her opera
Our connection is a concert, we perform in-tune each day
Enchantment is a symphony in the way that it flows
She is it’s composer, yet still we danced