You were in heat
Dalmatian
You were in heat
and you left your black spots
Smudges
Black spots
Stolen
Black spots
from a dalmatian
Smudges of your DNA
All over her sheets
You were in heat
and you left your black spots
Smudges
Remnants of you
Your black spots,
Dalmatian
You left your DNA
ALL OVER HER SHEETS
You left your Black Spot
You left your son.
Tuesday, November 09, 2010
Flowers and Trashbags
Here I am...single again. Stuck with his flowers and trashbags. Most of you have no idea what I'm talking about, so let me explain. After a relationship ends, you are left with the persons flowers and trashbags. The flowers represent all the things you liked about this person. The specific things that kept you trying and wanting everything to work out. Whether it's a beautiful smile, great sense of humor, loving relationship with their children, intelligence, whatever it is...Every time we acknowledge one of those beautiful traits, we mentally receive a beautiful bouquet of flowers. Ohhh, they smell so good. We set them in a vase of water and display them. When our friends come over and ask about out new sweetie, we tell them all about the bouquets of flowers. "Look at them, over there on the mantle. Aren't they beautiful?"
Now the trashbags shouldn't need as much explanation. The trashbag contains all the nasty, smelly stuff. Arrogance, issues with baby mother/father, trust issues, selfishness, communication problems. So, when this stuff comes up, we throw it in the trash can and close the lid. We try not to smell it and instead focus on those beautiful bouquets of flowers. A relationships is successful when the smell of the flowers out weight the trash. When I come home and I smell those sweet flowers, I'm in a good place...all's well. I can hangout there, relax, be loving and caring. When I come home and it smells like the city dump... I'm coughing and gagging, we have a problem.
So, here I am, single again...and I'm left with his flowers and trashbags. Personally, I like to keep one flower. Only one flower. I only keep one so I'm not moping around, sad, and can't move on. I'm not harboring feelings, I'm simply remembering there were good times, a lesson to learn and grow from. These flowers keep the house smelling sweet so I can have a positive, enthusiastic attitude when entering my next relationship. Now here's the important part, we have to bag the trash and take it out...immediately. We like to bag trash and sit it by the back door. All those bags start to pile up and create resentment, envy of others relationships and anger. Now your NEW Boo comes by the house and is wondering what that awful smell is. He sees the flowers but smells the funk. Have you ever smelled when someone sprays a flowery scent over funk? It makes it worse. If they really like you, they may hang in there for awhile...even thought their eyes are tearing up from the stench.
Ladies and Gentlemen, this is a public service announcement from the department of Health and Love: Please take out your trash, stop, and smell the roses.
(Written 4/25/09 5am)
Now the trashbags shouldn't need as much explanation. The trashbag contains all the nasty, smelly stuff. Arrogance, issues with baby mother/father, trust issues, selfishness, communication problems. So, when this stuff comes up, we throw it in the trash can and close the lid. We try not to smell it and instead focus on those beautiful bouquets of flowers. A relationships is successful when the smell of the flowers out weight the trash. When I come home and I smell those sweet flowers, I'm in a good place...all's well. I can hangout there, relax, be loving and caring. When I come home and it smells like the city dump... I'm coughing and gagging, we have a problem.
So, here I am, single again...and I'm left with his flowers and trashbags. Personally, I like to keep one flower. Only one flower. I only keep one so I'm not moping around, sad, and can't move on. I'm not harboring feelings, I'm simply remembering there were good times, a lesson to learn and grow from. These flowers keep the house smelling sweet so I can have a positive, enthusiastic attitude when entering my next relationship. Now here's the important part, we have to bag the trash and take it out...immediately. We like to bag trash and sit it by the back door. All those bags start to pile up and create resentment, envy of others relationships and anger. Now your NEW Boo comes by the house and is wondering what that awful smell is. He sees the flowers but smells the funk. Have you ever smelled when someone sprays a flowery scent over funk? It makes it worse. If they really like you, they may hang in there for awhile...even thought their eyes are tearing up from the stench.
Ladies and Gentlemen, this is a public service announcement from the department of Health and Love: Please take out your trash, stop, and smell the roses.
(Written 4/25/09 5am)
The question was: How would you describe your personality?
Me, her, and that other chick. No one really wants to know all of us, especially dudes. If he likes the freak, he doesn't want the intellectual. If he falls for the intellectual, he prefers her shy. If I believe in God, that means I can't enjoy giving head. Why do people want to force shame on others about being themselves? I know why...because they are too scared to be themselves. Y'all are real fucked up. So what do I do? I show you what you want and slowly spoon feed you the rest of me.....until you choke.
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