Halley’s Comet

I awake to a chill in the air. The skin on my arms is rippled with goose bumps. I try to raise my left hand in order to rub the icy rash from my skin, only to find that I cannot move my arms. Alarmed, my eyes open wide. I see nothing. Immediately I recall the description of the nucleus of Halleys Comet. It is described as the purest of black; darker than coal. I’m engulfed in this velvety blackness. In a panic, my breath quickens and my nostrils are assaulted with a dank odor. As I continue to breathe, I can detect an aroma of moist soil, like the morning after a long night’s rain. Assessing my other faculties, I realize I cannot move at all. My toes feel prickly as if they’ve fallen asleep. But still I cannot do anything to relieve the sensation. I open my mouth to cry for help. But only a faint crackling noise

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Sanguine Blades

We were as green As that immature leaf Unsampled and discarded Then the sun smiled Over and again Canary, gold, orange, crimson Warming our faces Sprinkling star dust onto our shoulders Ripening the fruit embedded beneath our ribs Until dahlia vines grew around us Binding, cementing our fate Budding red leaves sprouting out thru our pores Inviting, encouraging Succumbing we tasted the blush of Delectable Euphoria ~QaaliFLOWERS ~QaaliFLOWERS

PHAT Gyrls, can i get a wit-ness!?

Despite my better judgement I went shopping in the mall today(I’m an avid online shopper).  Walked into one of the more prominent “fat girl” shops.  I was simply in search of a full-length slip but couldn’t resist noticing the latest fat girl trends on display . Now Ladies, if you are of the more fatter persuasion as i am myself, please be aware of the smear campaign being waged against us in our own beloved stores.  The clothes were colorful and very well pattered in the old school theory of bright colors and patterns distract from the fat bulges underneath them.  Yet they made a bold and almost obscene move, to emphasize all of our “problem areas” with cinches, elastics, netting, and shear disaster! My dear and sweat fellow fat (phat) sisters, don’t be fooled.  They don’t have our best interest at heart.  They aren’t just trying to keep us up to date with the rest of the fashion (trendy)

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X-Rated

I lay awake, perspirated, eyes dilated, self-aided yet still frustrated, feeling emaciated, needing to be hydrated -with -your -LOVE -unsatiated. Remembering the unequated, to be penetrated, ejaculated and saturated, then, the swell of the procreated. I long to be pollinated -by -you -again. As I ruminated rhythms palpitated, curtains closed, darkness concentrated, essence of my yearning emanated and vibrated –against -the -WALLS. Lingering scent of incense incinerated, lips part for the accommodated, undulated and unadulterated, desires asphyxiated, words unarticulated. The sun rises over me accusingly. Alienated for having deviated, In want of being validated, the void commiserated because it’s -Complicated. Though opportunity to be captivated and ravishingly consecrated, I have duly abated -discombobulated. Fast forward time, accelerated. Return of my king celebrated. We be consolidated, me elated, you -fellated. My thirst quenched and evaporated. Intensity of intimacy not hallucinated. We float in delicious -af -ter -glow. The sun will be left to weep inadequated.

Addicts

2 addicts should never be friends Recreational encouraging 11 days sober To stay clean but Temptation wins Both anticipatin the artificial insemination Of a temporary pleasure And when it goes down They crawl from their warm n fuzzy oh so delusional Happy places Disgrace smeared like shit on their faces Pointing fingers at each other Claiming it was the other Motherfucker who initiated it They cry and beg for forgiveness Then make a gang of false promises But never gettin what they seek and Not hearing what they speak The only truth spit from their lips is “Same time, next week”

Imaginary

My son has an imaginary Daddy With whom he takes on imaginary trips Adventures to imaginary lands And sails on imaginary ships He’s created his own world Where fathers don’t abandon their sons Here he can admire the man That he’s one day destined to become My son has an imaginary Daddy A Daddy who lives in his dreams His Daddy shows him right from wrong And many wonderful things

Seaside

A warm ocean breeze is washing over my face and gently brushing the hairs at the nape of my neck Whispering in a tongue alien to my ears but as familiar as my mother’s womb to my heart The sea’s waves are rising and falling against my ribcage dictating my breathing pattern with its pressure As the tide approaches the shore a tickling stirs in my abdomen as if descending on an amusement park ride The water is dancing on the sand tauntingly, yet demanding the respect it deserves Relaxing I can already feel its preamble of tentacles, moist and preparing The intensity of the waves’ motion is increasing, growing massive in height and might This can only mean the tide will be reaching me shortly Soon I will be engulfed in a tropical sea My breathing synchronizing The mist chanting sweetness in my ear And the words once alien to me becoming my mother tongue ~QaaliFLOWERS

Over Reacting

15 Hours and 56 minutes since we last spoke Was hoping to hear from you when I awoke I reset my phone cuz maybe it’s broke Now its 16 hours &1 minute and this ain’t no joke Did something bad happen for me to worry Maybe you had to leave town in some big hurry Or were you arrested or abducted in a flurry Is there a perpetrator out there I need to bury Were you in some sort of accident Are you laid out in pain on the pavement Have you broken bones that need to mend Are you wrapped up in a plaster encasement Don’t tell me SHE came back and stole you away I put it on you too good for you to stray My heart can’t take you leaving me today If so tell her run cuz I don’t play 16 hours 12 minutes and still no you I’m getting restless but what can I do

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