niggas & flies niggas & flies, both I despise one eats shit the other one lies... never confuse a black man with a nigga... cause a nigga will get you with those good intentions and that even better dick making promises like I'm not going anywhere making you think he is in control of the... Continue Reading →
Love
love love sweet like the honeysuckle of my youth when I imagined knights in shiny armor on horseback switch to ninja's on ducati bikes switch to mr. tall dark & handsome in a big car with a career not a job and a 401k not just cash on hand and when I say benefits I... Continue Reading →
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Boudoir is art & sometimes therapy ~ so don’t be a prude!
Boudoir: (noun) a woman’s dressing room, bedroom, or private sitting room (From Merriam Webster Dictionary) Boudoir Photography The term "boudoir" may also be ascribed to a genre of photography. Boudoir photography is not generally a new concept and numerous examples including ones of Kathleen Meyers, Clara Bow, Mae West and Jean Harlow photographed in a... Continue Reading →
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Dancing with Insanity
For love -- I would tickle the feet of a panther till he purred like a child rubbing the belly of an old woman on the beach in the mist of morning awaiting the dawn of a new era of technological breaking through daunting wooden drawbridges to sand castles built by imaginative dogs learning new... Continue Reading →
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dreaming
some days my world seems like a series of nuances and idiosyncrasies, coping with the resident trouble maker, my imagination, and pondering another breath or a gasp for fresh hope can i float can i float can i float or drown in the flood of inspiration held in by my damn reality -Turtleberry 2007
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Tabitha
My legs burned. I rubbed the rippled indentations on my calves. There was nothing soft or plush about this floor. It was more like a Brillo pad rather than a teddy bear. This wasn’t anything new to me. Too numerous were the times I had rolled around on this floor with Angel, almost rubbed my... Continue Reading →
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Dear me…
Myself and I have decided that we are tiered of sitting silently back and watching you run us in circles. Now I know myself and she can be a handful. But I don't think that is any reason to keep her locked away. You should really let her out every once and a while. She... Continue Reading →
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untitiled
i raise my glass to the pain of not knowing and gulp to fight the fear i have to ask i clean the mirror in hopes of seeing myself clean when i need to windex my eyes... bleach my mind my soul trapped inside a cell inside this shell worn by my heart battle scarred... Continue Reading →
Inside the Shell 