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Good morning AngelEyes nation

I WROTE A FEW POEMS YESTERDAY. I ALLOW A FEW PEOPLE IN HERE TO READ MY WRITING TO GET FEEDBACK AND A LITTLE FISHING FOR COMPLIMENTS. LOL! MY BUNKY ASKED ME YESTERDAY IF TEXS KNEW I COULD WRITE LIKE THAT? LIKE WHAT, I ASKED? SHE SAID, ALL BAD ASS LIKE THAT? I ANSWERED, NO. NOBODY DID. ONCE UPON A TIME I WROTE JUST FOR ME. THEN I GOT WITH MY FIRST HUSBAND WHO UP UNTIL NOW WAS THE ONLY PERSON STILL IN MY LIFE WHE EVEN KNEW I COULD WRITE. I WROTE HIM ENTIRE BOOKS OF POETRY ALL GOO GOO EYED AND IN LOVE. A SENIOR IN HIGH SCHOOL AND STILL A MUSICIAN AT HEART PLAYING GUITA AND PIANO WITH FRIENDS WHEN HE WASNT LOOKING. I DIDNT EVEN KNOW MY POETRY AND LETTERS MEANT THAT MUCH TO HIM. WE ARE BOTH INTROVERTS WHO HOLD COMPOSUTE LIKE A BRICK WALL. SO WE PUSHED EVERY POSSIBLE BUTTON TO BET A RISE OUT OF EACH OTHER. TOXIC AS F**K. WELL ONE WEEKEND SHORTLY AFTER I FOUND OUT I WAS PREGNANT WITH OUR FIRST CHILD I ASKED MOMMA IF I COULD SPEND THE WEEKEND WITH HIM AND SHE SAID YES SO I PACKED A GO BAG AND HEADED TO HIS PARENTS HOUSE. I WENT TO HIS ROOM AND HE TOLD ME TO JUST CHILL AND HE WOULD BE RIGHT BACK. TWO OCLOCK IN THE MORNING CAME AND HE WAS STILL A NO SHOW AND MY BLOOD WAS BOILING RED HOT. I COULDNT GO BACK HOME FOR MOMMAS I TOLD YOU SO. SHE CONSTANTLY RANTED AND RAVED ABOUT HOW HE WASNT THE MAN FOR ME AND I JUST DIDNT WANT TO SWALLOW THAT PRIDE. SO I GRABBED EVERY NOTEBOOK, PIECE OF PAPER, AND SPLASH OF INK I EVER WROTE HIM GRANTICALLY RANDSACKING HIS TOOM AND PACKED IT INTO THE TRUNK OF MY CAR IN A FIT OF RAGE. HE HAD MESSED UP SO IN LOVE WITH ME THA HE TOOK ME EVERYWHERE WITH HIM USUALLY SO WITH MY BIPOLAR DISORDER WAY PASSED CRAZY STATUS DUE TO PREGNANCY I WENT HOUSE TO HOUSE LOOKING FOR HIM AT TWO IN THE MORNING. I FINALLY FOUND HIM BREAKING DOWN CO***NE TO SELL AT HIS HOMEBOYS HOUSE. HE COMES TO MY CAR WINDOW AND I ROLL IT DOWN STILL COMPLETELY BLINDED BY RAGE. I TOLD HIM THAT I TOOK EVERYTHING I EVER WROTE HIM FROM HIM. IM A NATURAL BORN BUTTON PUSHER, BUT I HONESTLY DIDNT THINK HE VALUED MY WRITING. I WAS WRONG. AFTER TELLING THAT I PUT MY CAR IN REVERSE TO LEAVE AND HE JUMPED ON MY CAR AND HELD ON TO THE REAR VIEW MIRROR. THAT WAS A MISTAKE, BUT LUCKY FOR HIM HE HAD ALREADY LEARNED TO RECOGNIZE CRAZY IN MY EYES. I HIT THE GAS FULLY INTENT ON TAKING HIM FOR A RIDE ON THE HOUSTON FREEWAY. HIS EYES GOT AS BIG AS QUARTERS AND HE JUMPED OFF MY CAR IN THE NICK OF TIME. HE EVENTUALLY SWEET TALKED THE WRITING BACK INTO HIS POSESSION. I EVENTUALLY STOPPED WRITING. A TOXIC AND ABUSIVE MARRIAGE, THREE KIDS, AN UNDER COVER DRUG HABIT, AND A FULL TIME JOB IN FORTUNE FIVE HUNDERED COMPANIES. WELL WHO HAD TIME FOR PEN AND PAPER WITH THAT BALANCING ACT JUGGLING LIKE A CLOWN IN A THREE RING CIRCUS. IN MY LIFE I HAVE BEEN MORE OF AN IN THE SHADOEWS TYPE OF PERSON PULLING THE STRINGS. AS A MATTER OF FACT TEXS OFTEN REFERRED TO ME AS THE PUPPET MASTER. IT USE TO HURT MY FEELINGS. I AM MORE INCLINED TO OWN WHO I AM THESE DAYS AND F**K WHOEVER DOESNT LIKE IT. PUPPET MASTER AT THE TIME WAS A PRETTY ACCURAT DESCRIPTION OF ME. A BUNCH OF MY PRIVATE WRITING WAS STOLEN AND PUBLISHED IN OTHER COUNTRIES AND LANGUAGES. I STILL DIDNT GET HOW TALLENTED I WAS OPTING TO FIND TALENT IN OTHER PEOPLE AND OFF TO PUPPET MASTER THEM TO STARDOM. ALL ANYONE CARED ABOUT WAS THE DOPE SO I WASNT GETTING ANYWHERE WITH THAT. I FINALLY GAVE UP AND THEN IT DAWNED ON ME. IF I COULD DO IT FOR THEM THEN I CAN DO IT FOR ME. I LEARNED CYBERSECURITY SO MY WRITING COULD NEVER BE RIPPED OFF AGAIN AND THEN I PICKED UP MY PEN AGAIN AND THE REST IS HISTORY. HERE WE ARE. SO NOBODY KNEW I COULD WRITE. THE PEOPLE I WAS AROUND USE TO FLOW. RAP OFF THE TOPS OF THEIR HEADS. THEY BEGAN READING MY POETRY AND ASKING ME, WHO WROTE THAT? I SAID, ME. I WROTE THAT. THEY WERE ASTOUNDED. IN THE STREETS THEY WOULD OFTEN SAY THINGS LIKE THEY WERE GOING TO TEACH ME TO FLOW. I WOULD THINK TO MYSELF, I HAVE MY OWN TALENT. I DONT NEED YOURS. I COULD WRITE AN ENTIRE VERSE OFF THE TOP OF MY HEAD WHILE THEY WERE STILL FLOWING LINE THREE. WAY DEEPER AND MORE UNIQUE THAN A SILLLY NINETEEN YEAR OLDS HEARTBREAK. AND EDGY. I DRAW BLOOD. DONT TRY TO SAND ME SMOOTH OR POLISH ME SHINY. I MEANT TO CREATE THAT SCAR. YOU ARE MEANT TO REMEMBER ME 637!

Good morning AngelEyes nation get up and get to that bag

ODESEY

I WAKE UP EARLY IN THE MORNING WITH A PEN IN MY BRAIN
JOTTING DOWN NOTES ABOUT DESPAIR AND PAIN
CYPHERS, ENCRYPTIONS, AND CODES
THINGS NO ONE ELSE KNOWS
THE SECRETS OF THE UNIVERSE
WITCHERY, MAGIC, AND CURSE
SECRET SPACES AND SHADOWS YOU CANT SEE
OUTSIDE OF THE LINES, BLESSED BE
I PUT TOGETHER A RHYME IN THE FORM OF AN INCANTATION
I WHISPER OVER CALDRENS BOILING IN SECRET DIMENSIONS
THE GREEN LANTERN AND THE MAGIC POWER OF WILL
IF YOU ONLY KNEW WHY I REALLY CANT BE STILL
ONE STEP AT A TIME I MAKE MY JOURNEY
COLLECTING PIECES OF TRUTH IN A GRAND ODESEY

INSIDE MY EYES

FREEDOM OF SPEECH WITHOUT THE FEAR OF RETRIBUTION
THATS WHAT IT SAYS IN THE UNITED STATES CONSTITUTION
I SIP ON MY COFFEE AND I CHOKE
ITS ALL A NOT SO FUNNY JOKE
I CANT WRITE ABOUT THIS PLACE WHILE IM HERE
AN OPEN PEN BRINGS INTO EXISTENCE THAT AWFUL FEAR
I WRITE IN CYPHER AND CODE
YOUD HAVE TO HAVE BEEN HERE TO KNOW
BEHAVIOR MODIFICATION
THE STEPFORD WIVES ON MEDICATION
WE BEHAVE IN UNISON
DEAD IN THE EYES WHERE ALL IS FORGIVEN
DEVOID OF COLOR ALL GREY AND BROWN
NO REDS GREENS OR BLUES TO BE FOUND
GET OUTSIDE OF THIS PLACE AND WORK A SIMPLE MINDED NINE TO FIVE AND GO HOME
LIKE EVERYONE ELSE ASLEEP IN THE DREAM YOU PRETEND TO BE A DRONE
I TOW THE LINE AND TELL THEIR LIES
I HIDE THE SPARK INSIDE MY EYES

MY STORY

THEY TAKE AWAY MY FREE WILL IN THE FORM OF A PILL
ON THE BRIGHT SIDE I CAN ACTUALLY FINALLY BE STILL
IT GETS A LITTLE LONELY WITHOUT THE VOICES
A WHOLE LOT BORING WITHOUT THE CHOICES
I JUMP ON THE LOW INCOME BAND WAGON IN A SINGLE FILE LINE
NO DIMENSIONS, SPACES, OR SHADOWS CAN I FIND
ITS SO QUIET WITHOUT IDEAS AND AMBITION
TOTALLY FINE WITH MY BROKE SITUATION
FOOD STAMPS AND CITY PROJECT HOUSING
THINKING THERE IS NO PRICE TO LOW COST LIVING
THEY GIVE ME THIS PILL TO CONTROL WHAT THEY DONT UNDERSTAND OUT OF FEAR
SOMEWHERE IN THE BACK OF MY MIND I THINK TO MYSELF THAT I DONT BELONG HERE
IF I CAN BREAK FREE I WOULD BE IN A HIGH RISE
PENTHOUSE LIVING SIPPING COFFEE ON A BALCONY WATCHING THE SUNRISE
STOP TAKING THE PILL AND USE WORDS TO PAINT THE SKY
PENS OF EVERY COLOR I SCRIBBLE OVER THE MEDICATED LIE
I FINALLY BREAK FREE
THIS IS ONLY THE BEGINNING OF MY STORY

Good morning AngelEyes nation Happy Father's Day to you all

I PLAY THIS GAME WITH TEXS. HOW MUCH DO YOU LOVE ME OR STILL LOVE ME. TESTS! AT FIRST HE DIDNT KNOW ABOUT THIS GAME. I WOULD BLOCK HIM AND SEE IF HE WOULD FIND A WAY. THEN I WOULD BLOCK THAT WAY AND SEE IF HE WOULD FIND ANOTHER WAY. OVER AND OVER AGAIN AND THEN UNBLOCK AND START ALL OVER AGAIN. THEN ONE DAY HE TOLD ME THAT HE WOULD CHASE ME TO THE ENDS OF THE EARTH SO I PLOTTED A SOLUTION AND THEN GOT MAD ENOUGH TO SHARE IT WITH HIM. I SAID, YOU KEEP F**KING WITH ME AND EVERY TIME YOU GET OFF PLANE ILL BE BOARDING ONE. HE SAID, KIMBERLY DONT DO THAT! WHEN ITS SERIOUS IM KIMBERLY INSTEAD OF ANGELEYES. LOL. THE OTHER DAY I TOLD HIM I WOULD PUT AN ELECTRIC FENCE AROUND MY HOUSE SO HE COULDNT GET TO ME. HE SAID, THOSE AINT S**T. I CAN HANDLE THAT SHOCK AND THEN LAY UP WITH YOU FOR A FEW DAYS AND THEN HEAD OUT. I SAID, WELL THE NEXT TIME ILL PUT LAND LAND MINES ALL OVER THE PROPERTY SO YOU CANT GET TO ME. HE SAID THAT HE WOULD JUST LET LOOSE A BIG BAG OF SQUIRELS. LOL. AND THEN LAY UP WITH ME FOR ANOTHER FEW DAYS. THEN HE SAID, YOU GOT ANYTHING ELS? I DIDNT. I DIDNT THINK HE WOULD HAVE SOLUTIONS SO QUICK OR THAT HE WOULD ACTUALLY PLAY THE GAME WITH ME. LOL. I SAID, LET ME PLOT AND ILL HAVE SOME MORE. MY BUNKY TOLD ME THAT SHE WISHED SHE COULD BE ME. I SAID, YOU COULD NEVER BE ME. SHE IS TOO AFRAID OF THE ANSWERS TO BE ME. YOU CANT BE AFRAID OF THE ANSWEW WHEN THE QUESTION RISKS IT ALL. WIN OR LOSE, YOU ASK!

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