Hot, hot, hot
I got, got, got A desire A fire To fuck Suck, I’m just A chick in a chair Trying to breathe My own air Riding a breeze, Of independence, Freedom, Equality, Picture them, Distant dreams Not what they seem Just hot air To this chick in a chair **to be continued**
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Scars
by Karyn Laura Feelings Spin inside Confusion In a daze Reality Only finds Illusion Is a haze Neglect Maybe gone Reset In my heart Traumas All done Except Under my scars. Deep but healing Finally seems right Slowly willing Come to the light, Thoughts Change better Negativity Losing its' grip Hope Brings shelter Positivity Gaining within Truth Grows loudly Outside Troubled heart Life Living proudly Untied From scars. Deep but healing Finally seems right Slowly willing Come to the light, Sky is clear Lifting my heart Darkness fades Along with my scars. © May 18, 2014 New
by Karyn Laura This song reminds me of you, And how I used to be, Wounded and afraid, Struggling to see, These words remind me of you, And how you were, Strong and soft, Hopeful and sure, Pushing through shreds Of my past Coming out the other side Healed at last, You believed in me Before I did Found lonely heart That I hid, This hope reminds me of you, Arms around my shoulders, Motherly, Making me bolder, This belief reminds me of you, Voice soothing my pain, Reassuring, Easing the strain, Pushing through shreds Of my past Coming out the other side Healed at last, You believed in me Before I did Found lonely heart That I hid, For so long Ashamed of me Feeling so wrong Didn’t want to Be, That was then All my doubt Coming to an end This is now, No, I’m not the same Thanks to you It’s a fresh game Now that I’m new. White knee pushing on black neck To death. Black isn't a color For some It's the void In them, Floyd George. Crying out for his mother Who brought him into this world As his soul leaves his body Last words Linger in the air, "I can't breathe." People in the streets Demanding justice Change rustic Policing corruption Across the globe In solidarity Sick of police brutality Wanting a new reality Equality….. Too late for George Though didn't die in vain Change will come In future days. Here in new times
Hope blows through Dark windows Boarded up with orange lies. Spun from deranged mouths over and between conspiracy theories rot vacant minds, become violent Egged by narcissistic pessimistic fascistic ego Loves naive admiration Without question Like a dictator or, cult leader. His koolaid downed by thristy throats seek a belief a cause a savior will surely save them. Meanwhile Reality sets gracefully Swearing in First female vice president of color changing the scenery the layout the norms Shift but not for us gimps We fight to be seen to love to live Lives full, just like everybody In a non disabled world doesn’t think about us, we are an afterthought.
(Rare) Treasure Long misplaced memories, come flooding back, Drowning me in so many, heart overflows, Times, we were happy and proud, Feelings I never thought I’d know. Replaying how we became us, in my room, Wine and whiskey, tipping our heads, Three words flew from your mouth, Couldn’t believe what you said. , Honesty in your voice, the next day, They were spoken again, nice and sober, Wrapped each other, our lips meeting, Shirt came off, pushing bodies closer. I was yours, you were mine, From that moment on, no matter what , We were one, we became us, Lucky, you were the one I got . Could’ve picked anybody, you picked me, Good was great, but bad turned worse, Wanted someone else, a different sex, Not gay anymore, rid of that curse. We separated ways, different directions, I wished you well, with new.mate, Wanted you happy, what you deserve, It was your fate. And, I in healing, where my destiny laid. Suddenly you’re gone, from this earth. Rocked my core, my entire being, Tough to take in, easier to turn away. To deny what I’m feeling. But you’re not here anymore, I don’t regret anything, never will, Cherish our loving, hot nights, When things were still. Thank you for fun times, Live with me forever, Dwelling not on the bad, On our rare treasure. © July 7, 2019 |