My dearest, sweetest love,
I am humbly writing to tell you that I,
Am scared.
Pray you, don't misunderstand me,
It is not you that I'm afraid of.
For you have been nothing but beauty,
And I have been nothing but shame.
It is I that I fear and for what I might do
Please, let me explain.
As a creature of habit, I tend not to stray.
There have been many a pattern which show this.
There are reasons, you know, why I do what I do
But that is besides the point.
I have boiled myself down to a body and an ego trip
For thrill seeking men yearning for a sanctuary.
Old habits die hard, it's a fact you know
So please understand why sometimes I'd rather
Entertain a man for a night
Than let one love me for a lifetime.
It's not that I don't want you
Believe me, there's never been a greater lie
It's that I'm not quite sure that I'm cut out for love
Is it a matter of deservence? I'd imagine it is
I'm too lowly a life to reciprocate.
But if I had the chance, I'd take it all back
And start my life with you.
PB&J @DaveK and @Skull
Attention all Prosers!
In case you didn't know
DaveK's not yet a man
So he can't be your bro
Falsely claims that his pen
Is thick as Dino Dick
But he holds in his hand
A mere tiny pen prick
Hell, you might as well say
It's an oversized clit
Blasting facials he says?
Ha! There's more ink in my spit!
He thinks he's a poet
'Cause he uses big words
Just a valiant attempt
At polishing up turds
Claims victory to Skull
Assured he's won the crown
Till I whipped out my pen
Blew them both the fuck down!
And as for this Skull guy
Acting like a Prose Pimp
I got news for you man
Like DaveK, your pen's limp
Silly boys never learn
Us girls put you to shame
Skull you lost your manhood
To AGirlHasNoName
Now DaveK's has been slain
By my acid laced ink
With such an ass beating
Think he might need a shrink
I'm sure I hear crying
Awe boys, what's the matter?
Embarrassed that our pens
Spew a much bigger splatter?
Tuck your pen in your pants
Boys, this game you can't win
Now stop your damn whining
And take it on the chin!
You should've read the package
Don't blame us for your stress
See, we purchased ballpoint
Your guys pens came ball-less
To be or not to be?
To be rude to the man who cut in line
Who stands two feet in front of me
With an arrogant smile
Quite satisfied that he will get there
One minute before me
To be angry at the ignorance
Of the masses who don't know better
Who are willing to nominate a tyrant
Because they are being targeted
By those promising everything
But secretly know nothing
To be devastated by the violence
That is on our tv's
And is created by our dollars
At the movies and the taxes
That we pay
I choose not to be
Not to be the one
Perpetrating such ugliness
To fan the flames of retribution
And pour gasoline on those
So rotten from hate
For being rotten on the inside
Is its own punishment
Even if they won't
Consciously admit it
Wrath decays your heart
And late at night
They have to listen
To the voice that whispers
That their selfish motives
Will be the downfall of mankind
So, I choose not to be
Not to be anything like them
Otherwise I can't
Look my child in the eyes and know
The world I am creating for him
Lie Closer to Me
Oh, lie closer to me,
you’re too far away
melt into my core.
Let our bones
merge together
our hearts meld.
Throbbing veins
become one.
Let me touch
your thoughts
with my eyes
tingling,
our juices
comingling.
Our legs entwined
in coils of love.
Fused moist lips
wandering tongues
Our hot skin
A continuous stream
Binding us together
Never ending ecstasy
Oh! Lie closer to me.