A Dude Walked Out Mid Poetry Class Because The Professor Tapped His Precious White Jordans With Her Old

I’m A Lesbiab

cute lil crawfish :)

Cotton Candy

Her love was like cotton candy

It was soft and saccharinely sweet

Mixed with passionate pinks

Once I took a bite

It melted on my tongue

Just like cotton candy

Her love was like cotton candy

It was delicately sirupy

And it melted my weak heart

After just a few more bites

Nothing remained

Just like cotton candy

Cookie time!

Vintage Porcelain Heart

Why must I always have to reshape

Running away trying to make a last ditch escape

From her piercingly cruel expression agape

Failing to escape her sharp talons in my dreamscape

With every little pick and jab at my clay skin

I can only bare it with a hesitant nod and grin

Making her think she will lay claim to a win

As my porcelain heart starts to break within

Why must I continuously try to reshape

Even when her sharpness leaves a bitter scrape

As the thinly veiled hairs stand up on my nape

Always patching my porcelain heart with flimsy tape

With every chip and fracture of my porcelain heart

I’ll pick up the pieces even after I’ve fallen apart

Accepting the chipped porcelain as vintage art

So I can finally be awoken with a fresh new start

Desire Fire

Do we all spend this life chasing a loving desire

Chasing after a girl only to fall in hellfire

Freely falling fast with heart set ablaze

Collecting kindling bundled with her addicting praise

Feeling the warmth of the sun under her gaze

Her warming words never cease to amaze

Passionately dancing in her freeing fire

Not caring for others cold condemning attire

Do we all spend this life chasing a loving desire

Freely falling fast for passion oh so dire

As her passionate praise left the mind in a daze

sensual souls together in a raging craze

Mutual passionate praise dousing fuel on the hearts blaze

The flames of the fire momentarily raise

Until her gaze starts to tire

Bidding adieu to retire

Bet vampires would hate garlic powder.

Accepting Who

Why do I feel like I’m becoming something new

Every little thing seemingly changing shape in my view

Even the words on my tongue sound different too

Now like an owl I must question who

I look into the mirror of my soul

Always questioning my self given role

Forgetting that it isn’t my entire sole

Accepting that there is more than one goal

Why have I became entirely anew

Feeling like grass with the morning dew

As my face embraces a calm bright hue

Now like an owl I must declare who

Once again gazing into the mirror of my soul

No longer fearful of taking the reigns of control

Replacing all the pieces that others stole

Finally constructing my being into something whole

Who the hell is Steve Cobs?

*Steals your contestants*

guess who's back