Graffiti

 

It’s all backwards

No it can’t suck

Maybe this rhyme

Will do you in fine

 

Hell Revisited

 

I saw you in a yellow

Jumpsuit

So hella

Crazy that I be lazy

And return to Hell

Only to find my things gone

And my wrongs dongs

It’s just crazy

To think I be going back

So I hope to never have gone in the first place

And tell you what my last ace is

 

Filabuster

 

It’s gonna be long

My vote on where I go

Is up in the air

And I can’t swear

That I’ll make it out

Of this dare

 

Throw it All Way

 

I’ll throw it all away

Nope I’ll burn it all away

No becauise I love you

I won’t let you go

I wanna light this match

And light it up

It’s too much

This love

It’s nuts

Nothing I can say

But that I can’t face another day

Away from you

 

Ladybug

 

A ladybug

Is much
To be hugged
Perhaps luck

To hold a ladybug
So small and innocent

It hurts nothing

Simply fun

Simply gonna

See you at the milla

So silla

Trilla

Dilla killa

 

All I want is my lady

No she’s not a bug

Just a sugar

Muga

Or huga

 

Suffereando en Silencio

 

No quiero pensar

No quiero

 

Sufer in silence

No quiet

Just lying

 

I don’t want to think

Or trip

Just tell me

Something

Maybe nothing

 

Don’t let me try

Just say goodbye

One more try

 

It’s gone so far

Barbaric

It is

Simply deathly

No medley here

 

Just deadly swears

All I care

Is to dare

 

Simply swear

To be there

No switch here

Just me and Mitch McConnel

 

Images

 

These images

Are continuous

They lie at my feet

And tell me I’m scrimmigin

No I’m not an image

Nor a little kiddin

Maybe you should get up

And tell me what is up

Crime

 

It’s not a crime

To hide

In my living room

I’m doomed

I find out my hiding

Is being spied on

 

Don’t let me go

I won’t be home

These lines are sad

Because all this is mad

Hell Revisited

 

I’m coming back

Along thjis track

I’ll blow it up

WIth sounds above

 

Don’t ask me when

Till I send

This letter with this pen

To the graves of the dead

 

Damned

 

I’ll be damned

I demand

Another way to land

Over there

Is a hand

Helping hand

Maybe a lying hand

 

Lonely

 

These are hard times

Not easy rhymes

Hardline

I feel it in my body

Perhaps somebody

Will get me covered

Painted under these covers

 

Fuck

 

Nut

Cock

Suck

Chuck

Gone

Hate

Name

Duck

Muck

Luck

Pork

Fork

Sword

 

Lost

 

I’m lost without you

Can’t talk without you

I hope to be more with you

And Tell these evils girls I’ve been you

 

Colourblind

 

I never knew it but all around me

People were doing things

WIthout me and passing me by as a child

 

I was loved yet there was 

Something missing

I went to Church as a youth

 

My mother had a depressive personality in my younger years.  I would draw pictures with round faces and elongated bodies.  It wasn’t until I forgot what I wrote down.  There was something missing.  I would get my picture at the nearby jungle gym and smile through my teeth.

 

I was a bastard son.  No father would come home from work.  I never reached out to my legal father who lived on his farm until he passed away with me at the age 8.

 

Short Stories

 

The First

 

The first thing you should know is the very first thing is first itself.  The next thing you should know is a sotry isn’t a sotyr without an ending.

 

Gails

 

Gails was a squirrel and loved to race up trees and hide from humans.  He was a shadow of brown you wound’t have seen before.

 

Gails hid in a tree one day when a badger came into view.  The land was ful of acorns.  Gails hid them everywhere.

 

A Man’s Cup

 

I fill his cup to the brim.  He smiles, I crack a laugh.  It’s the same thing everytime.  He asks for some coffee from my stores and he gets them.  We share a laugh.  Oh I know, you love to fill your cup up.

 

Tree Ballers

 

I’m as tall as the trees.  The hoop hides behind my eyes.  I shoot, I miss and go and get the ball.  I will try again.  The audience groans.  People sit in the trees, in the stands or on the benches.  Everyone is thrilled by it, yet bored by the mistakes.

 

Vulcanite

 

There was a meteorite from the planet Vulcan.  The sky burst into colours.  She rushed to the mountains into the caves.  The boy Vulchus was in the cave waiting.  He sat in a meditative stance.  “So you made it,” he said whispering in his language.

 

“I’ve come to find something more in these mountains,” said Sepulchra.

 

The sat down face to face and she placed her hands on his face.  “My thoughts to your thoughts.”

 

The sat there for a while and shared memories.  “You have been hiding this,” she said to him.

 

“What?” he asked.

 

“You have decided to go to earth,” she said despisingly.  “Why?”

 

“You shouldn’t bry yourself in so quick,” he ceased the bond.  “I won’t come back,” he said.

 

He went back home to one of the caves.  “Mother, when do we go to earth?” he asked her.

 

They went into the ship the next morning.  “Now, don’t be too disturbed by the lights,” Vultra said to her son.

 

Cassandra’s Aura 12/24/2020 Shirt Stories BUMP

 

The bits of biscuit on her lips crumbled onto her dress.  She stood up, all of a menace with her cape and cut her dixie chick by her side.  She smelt the smoke in her lungs as she escaped the room.

 

She lit another and walked out of the mansion her high heels ticking waway as she walked.

 

She loved the cancer of smoke in her lungs.

 

She bridgled an umbrella with emphasis as she ran down the street the rain splashing in her heels.

 

Down the street lights came on as the sun disappeared from sight.

 

By the time she got to her destination her smoke was out.  She lit another and languished at the door.  She knocked.  A child opened the door.  “Is Bladck here?” she asked the girl.

 

“Daddy,” said the girl.

 

“Tell her to come downstairs.” he responded.

 

She walked in taking off her coat and hanging it on the coathanger.  “Feel free to have a drink,” said a man with a raspy voice.

 

He stood up boots and leather coat on.

 

He lay on the bed by the pool table.

 

She slid over by his side undoing her boots.

 

She whipped off her belt.

 

“I will be charging extra for such short notice,” she whispered laying an arm on his chest.

 

“Comon, get on top of me.” he ordered her.

 

He lay on the bed as she moved on top.  She slipped on top of his manhood and moaned.  She went up and down brushing her hair back waving it out.

 

After some time he slid over on top putting his cigar smoke in her face.

 

He culled her body.  He put down his cigar and pushed inside of her.

 

“Ohh,” she moaned her red lips flashing in the dark light of the cigar.

 

He thrust inside her putting her hands into her.  She was wet and moaning. He slid on top and spread her legs wide, long.  In and out, over and over until she screamed.  He pushed his hardness in side her and finished a drink on the countertable.  He fucked her until she scratched her fingers on his sides moaning.  She screamed in exhilaration.

“I love it,” she screamed.  She let him finish inside her.

 

She stood back up putting her long coat back on.

“Thank you,” she said leaving.

 

“Daddy what did you do to her,” she asked.

 

He got back up and put his clothes on and checked the TV and lit a smoke.

 

Days passed by as the horses in the ranch ate alot for this time of the year.  Black fed them and told Emma she could ride Tony.

 

“TRhe horses were calm and peaceful.  Black put Emma on top of a horse lifting her up.  She sultered out of the stable.

 

It wasn’t long before Cassandra phoned asking Black Jacobs if he wanted to meet again.  He did.

 

Down the road a bunch of kids were playing basketball.

 

His white skin shone in the light.  Her red lips and pale complexion was illuminated by the night and the streetlights.

 

He had a meeting in Russia with an ambassador to the cowboy guild.  He would take a plane to Russia and stop off at a Ranch there and inspect their stables.

 

He waited outside the airport.

 

Emma looked up at her father.

 

“Let Edgar take care of you, sweety.  Dad will be back in a few days.” he assured her.

 

He got on the plane with his cowboy hat on and tucked it in his side on the rim.

 

Arriving in Moscow, Black checekd in at the Fairmont and his his gun in his backpocked.

 

The night sky was filled with stars.  He got out a phonebook.  Dis….screen encounters, he found in the book.

 

He found an add for ‘Milania.’  He phoned the number.  “Hello?” chimerd a girl on the phone.  “I”m a the Fairmont on room b-52.”

“Okay, I will be thar in 30 minutes.” the phone went silent.

 

Black turned on the TV.  There was a Russian late night in Russia.  There were interviewing Eminem.

 

“Ya I just don’t get why people think I do drugs.  I don’t really.” he said lying back in the chair arms at his side.

 

The sky filled with fireworks.  Black look on as the fireworks toucehde the night sky.

 

Knock Knock.

 

“One moment,”  said Black.

 

He quickly took off his boots and pants.

 

He opened the door standing was a girl, tall, long legs, reddish brown hair, blue eyes, a stern nose and big eyelashes. “Milania?” whispered Black.

 

“Yes Honey,” she said walking intot he room hands all over Black.

 

He walked back as the walked him into the bed.  “Oh baby, he said.

 

She undid his tye and pulled off hisnboxers.

“I’m going to show you a time of your liphe.” she said with a raspy Russian accent.  She felt around his cock area.  It was hard.  “Are you excited?” she asked with a Russian smile.

 

She put her lips on it.  Into her mouth.  “Oh you can suck good cock,” said Black.

 

“Yees,” she said closing her eyes then opening them looking at him with his cock down her mouth coyly.

She looked up at him with cute eyes and licked his hard dick with her eyes on his, giving him big falacia.  She stuck her tongue and licked his cock like a popsdicle.  She tickled her tongue all over it and then getting up and releasing it and standing up and sitting on his hardness.  She moaned as it went inside her.  She hovered over him and went up and down.  “Chou like me,” she said.

“yes ,” he ensured her.

 

“Oh you are so cute,” she remarked.

 

She turned over onto her back.  “Fuck me,” she ordered.

 

He got ontop and thrust his manhood into her.  In and out he thrust her hips as she lay looking up at him with her legs spread.  “Ohhhhh” she moaned.

 

He worked her like a gym weight.  Until she screamed and he came inside her.  He took his dick out and she pulled off the condom.  He payed her and she left.  He fell into bed and off to sleep.

 

He loved the night.  He spent the night and the long hours thinking of little Cassandra back homme in the States.

Knock — Knock.  Somebody was at the door.  “Who the hell,” he though.

The door burst open with several thuggish men boltering intot he room.  The apprehended Black and put a pillow case over his head.

 

They took him to a car.  His head being thrown intot he back hitting the side of the door. “Fuck” he said.

 

He felt unconcious and woke up in a room alone.

 

He woke up tot he sound of knives.  A man in a white shirt was over him.

 

“You will feel pain.” he said stabbing him with a knife.

“What the hell was thawt for?” he siad.

 

“This is Rhussia and yuhr will feel pain.” said the Russian.

 

He cut a knife intot he hand of Black.  It was dangerous.. The pain.

 

“I”ll give you the crystal.” he yelled in pain.

 

“Vary ghood,” said the man brandishing another weapon.

 

He woke up with bandages around his waist and wounds.

 

“What the hell?”

 

His ex was in “she how was the meeting?” she said with a disapproved voice, standing against the doorway.  She checked her lips in like she was upset with him.

Prompts

 

What brings me the most joy?

How can I make time for it?

 

I love writing the most.  I can do more prompts to help my mental status and write more.

 

What does my typical day look like?  How can I infuse more joy into it?

 

Out and about.  Getting things done and being a part of the community.  I can infuse more joy into it by going to the mall and getting more magic cards.

 

What would my perfect day look like?  What would I be doing?

 

My perfect day would be on a beach writing and enjoying the sun.

 

What does living an intentional life mean to me?

 

Being open, honest and praying.

 

How can I make more spaces in my life for things I love?

 

I can reduce clutter to bring more to what I have.

 

What can I do to nurture my body, mind and soul?

 

I can pray to nurture my soul.  I can eat good food to nurture my body.  I can write to nurt my mind.

 

What traits do I like about myself?  What are my character strengths?

 

I like my determination and IQ.  One of my character strengths is that I am highly creative.

 

What do I judge myself for? How can I create more acceptance in my life?

 

I judge myself on my crime.   I can create more acceptance in my life by loving others and myself.

 

How have I been holding myself back?  How can I step forward?

 

I’ve been sabotaging myself by breaking the rules.  I can go the straight and narrow.

 

How can I support myslelf more?  How can I support others too?

 

I can support myself by reminding myself I am a good person and so are others.

 

What’s overwhelming me right now?  How can I reduce this overwhelm?

 

My Universityu is overwhelming my right now.  I can reduce this overwhelm by getting it done.

 

What thoughts have I been repeating in my head lately?  Are they true?

 

Randomness.

 

What doubts do I currently have?  How can I ease them?

 

I doubt I will get out of the hospital.  I can remind myself how far I have gotten.

 

What stresses me out?  What can I do to reduce this stress?

 

Percevarating and focusing on one thing stresses me out.  I can reduce this stress by keeping busy.

 

What makes life feel complicated?  How can I simplify life in little ways?

 

Worrying about little things wmakes life feel complicated.  I can try to simplify my life by focusing on the good.

 

When I’m telling my gradnkids about what I did in my life, what would I be telling them?

 

That I’m still here.

 

What are my greatest strengths and how will they support me in achieving my vision?

 

My strengths are that I am a good writer adapt to my environment.  They help me move through the hospital quickly.

 

As of today, what is my vision for life in the next three years?

 

I want to have avid readers of my books in the next three years.

 

What has been going well in my life lately?

 

Lately I’ve been getting good marks at school.

 

What do I want to accomplish today/tomorrow?  Why?

 

I wnat to publish my anxiety book because then I can share my experience with others.

What feels like a struggle at the moment?

 

My University is wearing on me.

 

What advice do I need to give myself right now?  What answers am I seeking?

 

I will advise myself that I will get through it and to count your days to freedom.

 

What do I need to hear today?  How can I uplife myself?

 

I need to hear that I am worth it and that you are loved and will be successful.  I wnat to make sure I don’t worry about the little things and move on.  I can uplift myself by phoning Cassandra.

 

What do I need to get off my chest today?

 

Will I ever get out of the hospital?

 

What’s on my mind right now?

 

Who will I talk too?  Who is goig to listen to my as a I try to have a good evening.

 

5 Journal Prompts for Anxiety through Grounding

 

I have been worrying most about social media.

 

I feel most safe when I sleep.

 

What personal needs am I neglecting right now.

 

Energy.

Time.

Shower.

 

Some things that help my anxiety in the moment are deep breathing.

 

When do I feel most connected to myself?  When I am sleeping.

 

Right now.

 

One good thing about this moment, right now:  Free time and food coming.

 

Another good thing about this moment, right now:  Watching a cool movie for my Univerisyt course.

 

One thing about the space I’m in that I haven’t noticed until right now:  Table is kinda clear.

 

One emotion I am feeling now:  Content.

 

One way that emotion is affecting me:  Doing this prompt.

 

Things I can hear right now:  My music and video.

 

One thing that isn’t perfect right now but that’s okay:  Incarcerated.

 

One thing I cherish:  Time

 

One person I adore:  Cassandra.

 

Headrush

 

Katy smoked her cigarette.

 

She stayed in the darkness as the night overtook her while she puffed on her smoke.

 

“Katy, are you smacking again?” yelled Katy’s mother.

 

She stepped back inside and put some perfume on to mask the smoke.  “No Mother,” she said back.

 

She went on her laptop to talk to her boyfriend.