Inspired Poet

I sit on the lid of the toilet thinking of the many ways I’ve allowed my lifes chances of happiness and success flush down the pipe.
Along with hopes dreams and goals.
I only have satisfactory moments to fill those holes.
So as I ponder my mind wanders and I remember the last time I felt like this….
Instead of the seat I was on the floor, facing a door I wasn’t brave enough to walk through.
Even those In my shoes wouldn’t have a clue. Last time a rusty dull razor couldn’t take me to the place that few people are ready to visit. But this time the blade is sharp and veins are protruding so I can’t miss it.
This mental montage plays about a kid who saw too many things, to a teenager who never had a plan, and now a cry in the dark broken man.
I never thought of a drug that would suffice so I’m ready to carve out the rest of my life
Leave some air for the ones who will succeed
Free up room for a real parent to conceive
I care enuff about this place to concede
It may be better off without me
I no longer have the strength to battle the worlds wrongs
Or avenge my misfortunes by claiming their lessons
Or saying each silver lining is someone’s blessing
So I’m going to cut and it will be messy so I apologize to who ever has to clean this unclean scene i make
Because I won’t be here to fix another mess that I create
So please forgive me for heavens sake…
I’m sorry mom for living and not listening
My bad to my sisters each of you will be missed
I wish me and my brothers were a lot more tighter
And that my relationship with my dad was nicer
Sorry that I never finished school
I’m sorry to my children that no longer have me
Even twice more sorry cuz I was a drop in daddy
And I love each of you for standing by me no matter what,
And I thank you for touching me now I apologize bcuz I am cutting me now
As I watch the blood trickle out like lava flowing from a volcano the pain feels like a high I’m chasing so I can’t stop and say no
So I continue… To cut out all pain, but it’s still inside and no screams of me
I’m leaving on a silent ride
So much for my closed curtains
Too many times I’ve failed prey to uncertainty
I don’t want no one to empathize cuz I’m hurting see
That pain that I say I’m numb to
Won’t ever mean a thing when I don’t come to
So as I sit in he bathroom
Leaking into the afterlife,
Please as you read this no tears for this
Unspoken cut to goodbye

It was a hard night
So I woke up with morning wood
Stiffing, hoping she will
No fantasy or wet dreams I felt her real….
Deep as I explored her drowning like 2000 leagues under her sea
All that I wanted was her wanting me
No apologies for exploring like convulsive like impactful like impulsive like explosive shakes that I create to make her quake like a 7.9999 on the rictor scale and no i wont fail
my ears ache but not from her pleasured screaming
As those powerful honey brown all types of delicious sugar brown thighs pound down on my neck shoulder and head
Damn things were harder than a pipe filled with lead
So instead, I let her engulf me and I laid down my morning wood, and she took my log into her and she was as built as Ford was tough
but I was like a Chevy made to last and i impala’d her
And as much as I can try to fight
Her prowess and frame was this superman’s kryptonite
So gave in all that I could, she smiles all she should, at the possibilities of this morning wood…
Or each nights delight or every afternoon treat
Damn she’s a freak
And before she could protest, I put it all on repeat
You see, she has my soldiers always at attention and never have I felt defeat
Just honor for my duty
And oh yes! when she do me
I will sing the star spangled banner
As my raised flag pole plants in her
Juicy soil
Riding her highness so hard she rocked my throne and I gave her stone
And dammit it was so gud we both had moaned
Talk about another zone
If there ain’t another I would make her clone
Yesssss! I love the way she hiss
and tell me to pump like “this”
Her spot I’d hit
simultaneously rub her clit
Her backside wud shift
And I felt lit
Cuz I felt “it”
Louder than the rooster crowing at dawn
I hate when she leave, because I always made her cum
Looser than tide coming downstream
no need for a pinch this is more than a dream
So I did what I felt and she took what she could
And we both enjoyed this Morning Wood