Please daddy shit in my mouth

Please daddy beat my on the couch

Please choke me and kill me til I pass out

I’ll be your slut you’ll have no doubt

I suck yo balls til u cum and shout...

“I have this theory,” my date said, “that you can tell a lot about who a person is as an adult just by hearing childhood anecdotes about them.”

“Okay,” I said, digging through my brain for a few anecdotes that I could safely reveal. “I, myself, am but a puzzle, so let me tell you a few.”

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The Clouds

My earliest memory is of my father holding me as he was taking me out of the car. I remembe...

We traveled to the Grand Canyon last summer. I didn’t know what I would find there, but it seemed like something was waiting for me. Charlie was being her usual self, smelling like her usual self.

Mom told us to load up on a Thursday morning. I had mixed feelings. I didn’t know that you had written all of those stories! It kind of made me feel like I needed my journal to measure up, but I also kn...

I am but a puzzle

Broken apart before the lid was lifted

By unknowing hands

For years the wrong parts

Forced unto each other

Jammed into ideas of the image on the box

Always undone or forcibly bent

The empty gaps lost beneath the table

Desperately destroyed

And redone

And destroyed once again

The ticking of the clock begins to fade

And the hands are older

Fingers maybe stronger

But it is not was...

(This is something I wrote when I was twelve. I wanna see if u guys can guess what it’s about. Yes, it is a rather taboo topic, but the writing was pretty good for the age level, so I thought I’d share)

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Why does the bee buz? Why does the bee get angry at strangers coming closer into contact? For I ask, _Great Nation_, what, so called _Great Nation_ are we if we are like the bee...

Every being has things

That it likes

That is needs

That it hates

Just finding these things out

Can bring you closer

To figuring out the

Puzzle of Humanity

“Why does one act this way?”

You only need to dig

To find the peices

That they have hidden below the surface

Some are larger puzzles

Than others

But it all comes down to

Puzzle Master

“Why does one have so many layers?”

Why do humans have...

When you stare into my icy eyes, you can clearly see the thoughts flowing tnrough my mind. Wrinkles and lines decorate my face, a permanent reveal of how deep I felt the feels; how rugged the pain; how sincere the love. My crooked mockery of a smile slowly crosses my lips in sad disapproval of every wrong I quietly witnessed.

From the front, I am but an open book.

So I wearily hang my...

**This is a sequel to ****_A Sky Of Clouds And Blood

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Natasha awoke to the sound of a phoenix screeching outside. It sounded as if it had a disease. Natasha laughed as it screeched its heart out. Chiku awoke and said “Bloody phoenix…” “Don’t say that about the phoenix!” Natasha said. Chiku chuckled and took flight, leaving Natasha to just stare at the stupid phoenix.

Natasha eventually got bor...

I’m puzzled, a puzzle

Fragmented segments of everything ‘til now

Jigsawed, jagged, overlapping, yet stippled, laying bare splinters of vulnerability, defect, inadequacy

I can’t wash it clean. I can’t disguise the rot and hurt and stink

I can only append, adjoin, affix

New zigsaws

Pillowy lumps of smiles, warm muffins, time with family

Shards of heartbreak, grief, sour grapes, and lost games of cha...

I am but a puzzle with numerous pieces, present in both my physical body and my individual spirit. I am one of a kind, crafted by the divine creator and the spirit of God. No other shapes can fit into me. My life is intricate, intentionally designed by my creator, God. Prayer is what binds all the pieces of me together. My purpose is to display the unique image of God as each day the pieces come t...