A Breast Of Milk

Brain Storm Patterns

So you took me

cradled me inside a storm

abusing my thoughts to die

Pattering me so that I no nothing

leaving me to function like a hurricane with no rain

but rather pain

Torn from the debris of feelings

Tormented by the pressure of your nothing

Lied to by a mouth with no lips

Haunted by a spirit that never had life

You patterned my brain to a storm

I passed heal

I am more than just a storm

I am a patterned with a  forecast

that has a personalized class

that can out last

any

Brain Patterned Storm

Urban Love

Scar face was the name engraved to his heart

I wana love the scar but the

​the invitation was only for those who wanted to...die! The feeling of death was alive in me...but the scar on his face was the cut that engraved his heart and gave him the name scar

....who is to blame for this

new name...if ever the hands of time could travel

back...the blame for his new

​new name was....me. Hello my name is Game!

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A Breast Of Milk

on Cuffed breast plump to perfection Seizing site to a full erection, drippings with the taste of crew that flows through the open whole, nurtured by the catch to feed nourished desired, cuffed breast was only from the hands of the farmer milking the cow for humanity distribution, oh to the cuffed breast that desires the hand of a man compared to the human illusion

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Pick Ya Treat

I get amused at the entertainment that sits inside a bruise

I smell the muse of taunt trying to find a new home of hurt

My door is closed

Pick a fight, you die

My master says that in spite of my lie

You had no right to make me cry

so what I let die

Was the motion that you could

ever

control

MY

Emotion...

Rather you die...

No Death in Hope

Back like I never left

Hope floated distantly smelling ashes of dust

thinkin' that I really left

Hope disregarded that I re-routed to a plan at navels best

Staring into the dreams the ashes were the epitome of recreating'

The dare of death could never approach

A body that laid inside floated Hope

Oh for Cheaps sake!

Hey there chump

I paid less for this dump?

The cheap escape?

You outta be estranged from common sense

You outta be in pain because you ionvest in none sense

You outta be what you pay for

Why I outtaaaaaa.....

Hey there chump

You paid less for dump

You cheap skate!

Some Kind of Pure!

I closed my eyes to the naked shadows of clothes

I opened my eyes full dressed in the best of me

Turning my life in 360 degree shapes

of whatever I wanted to be

Drape in happiness, my cries pour

to the poor at heart who doesnt see

that they are just some kind of pure!

Fire Cries

Often from a simple cry

Heated from the last good bye

Eyes with coldness that could never freeze

Dreams that surface to never  acheive

Dismay shadows the smoke that rises

Often my eyes hurt from fire cries

Manner Minds

A powfeul mind is a power thats all mine...

Confident in mine is one trinity to my mind

I case you didn't know, I'm in love with my

Mind...

Intrigued by the essence of a tailored mind

I claim in to always be mine

So mind the manner of my mind

In the manner that my mind, is all

Mine

_Sheena

The Dope Deal

The dopest deal got me to discover

how to self medicate and then self education

taught me how to meditate

and when I mediate I gravitate

to the forum that stands in line to offer me a deal

Dope!

But then I recognized Real isn't displayed with respect

It becomes highy opinonated by choice

What's ideal is that the realest respect recognized is

Dope

and then your life is repected

and then you rely on something that gives you a present

if you respect

Hope

Now that's Dope

-Sheena