When they say “Two wrongs don’t make a right.” What I hear is “Don’t confuse justice with spite.…
You don’t know me You don’t own me You don’t show me Paradise Only tease me
My love is like a laser beam That melts you down and makes you… It comes and goes just like a drea… Because the bright is touch obscen…
Always classy Never trashy Kinda sassy Sweet thing Ashley
I am homeless Not because I live in my car But, because my home is in the arm… And I forget what that feels like
I thought that she Could be the one I thought that we Were having fun And then I spoke
I had to shut everyone out To find my Self So I could let everyone in
I choose to be The Most Unclean So you can see The God in thee
Don’t give me your heart I can’t bear that pain Being lonely hurts less Than giving you my name
I’ve written things and said some… Wagged my tongue and tripped over… Flapped my gums 'til blue in the f… Never a clue how to win the race Huffed and puffed and circumstance…
If you could see the soul of me You’d know I am a hate machine A pretty face without obscene But, nonetheless, still dubbed unc…
I like pretty girls With really tight curls That know how to dance and move me They gyrate and flex And downright perplex
She is the one I call my life And nothing like Her sweet and spice So if you want
Somehow when I write It comes out in time Words seem to flow out In a catchy rhyme Things just sorta happen
I guess I write poetry I just vomit my soul onto paper I don’t know what else to call it but, poetry
