Your ex is nasty

Nothing more but some whore that came outta the devil's camel toe. You stink you drink, you smoke pot, is your belly huge because it contains a parking lot. Anyone who fuck you can they smell you from here! Because al your good for is doing lines and providing beer. A god does that make you skinny? Because your fat and all the drugs you do will wind you up like Whitney. Houston because getting fucked up is your mission as well as making guys your daddies for no reason other then to support your fat ass where you raised with class because mens money drives you to believe that your somebody, but sweetheart you just a cum dumpster. These are the reasons for you to keep being a mother with a father who wants to see you get hit by a truck but really all his friends are who you fuck now. Graze in the hay, you fucking cow. Your children are even wondering now. God dear why is my mother a slut? She has a smoker's cough and millions dad's telling me what. She steals, she's easy, she only feels what makes her that much more sleazy, and I love to call her out but WHATTA nasty bitch she is. Did God mess up? She's A science experiment. Hey bitch hold down your temperament! I don't need to call a lawyer, I already have what's yours. WE don't need a settlement. Hashtag #bitch #crazy #liar# idiot# smoker's cough #addict #lose your kids quick
How's it feel to live in my shadow you dumb bitch?

Dear Michael Corte

It's been 8 months now without you. I'm not going to lie it's been hard. I miss you everyday. I known you since I was 15. Our meeting is a whole other story.... but really beautiful. What do you do without the one person that has help you to grow up and change? I still don't know. I go to work and I try to draw and invent and remember the person I knew and that you knew but you molded me. No one could ever make me laugh the way you did. Such a bright soul you were. Our tale is a beautiful one. And a sad one. I told you before you passed that you were (reguardless your pain through the cancer) the lucky one. Because myself and many others would miss you. And I have to live everyday missing you. There's a lot of pain with that. I asked you time and time again "how do I do this without you?" You were my heart, my creativity, my soul, my alter-ego, I need you. And you always smiled and said, " I promise I will come back to see you. You will be taken care of. I'll find someone to help you and that will love you as much as I do." And you did. I see you in dreams more in the beginning. Not so much now. In my dream I am walking down a sidewalk talking to you. I overhear other people asking who I'm talking to. Only I can see you. You tell me that if I'm sad you're sad and not to cry anymore. I feel down the stairs a week after your funeral. I had a heart shaped bruise on my arm. I smell you in the mornings sometimes. I feel you hold me at night. I get woken up by it.
You were so funny and handsome. Everyone loved you. Your talent people don't even know. I am so lucky to have had someone like you. I remember when you got diagnosed you cried because you were going to lose your hair. And when I cried you held me and said the most profound things. You were something else. Almost inhuman. You made me believe in myself. You made me believe in love and happiness and I could never thank you enough for that. I've been a shell of who I once was. I miss you. You let me know my art was worth it and my writing was good. You believed in me when I couldn't believe in myself. There aren't enough words to explain who you are to me. But I'm traumatized. You got skinny. You lost your hair. Lauren heard you cry at night. Seeing you cry broke my heart and I still can't piece that together. Your left side of your face was paralyzed and you couldn't talk. You had to write things down. The last sentence you told me was "you're beautiful." You threw up everyday. You had to drink out of a straw. I made you do yoga when you had the hiccups and you hugged me cuz you didn't want to do these things anymore. All this from someone who was so independent and smart, talented, handsome, amazing, and who was my life. Your last words were "Mama it hurts." and I wonder how I keep it together. God. It's just so mean. I will never get over this. I cry because I miss you and because you hurt so much for three years. BUT you told me this one day because I was upset.

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Michael Frank Corte

It pains me to hear you and other people say that. I have fought through so much just to stay alive. No one will ever really know how hard it was, how much physical pain i went through, and how emotionally draining it was and still is. Next week i could find out i have cancer and there will be nothing i can do this time around to fight it. But you know, so what? I will continue to better myself, take care of my body, make dumb songs that no one will ever hear, draw pictures that no one will ever see, meet new people, make new friends, go out on my own without fear, without expectattions, search for love, and cherish the friends and family i have in my life. Chin up you beautiful, talented, funny, SMART, and unquie girl. life is what you BELIEVE it to be, its up to your imagiantion and NO ONE else. You are an original, there will never be another LNZ, I have loved from day one and will continue to do so until my last breath.

And you did. I love you Michael. Thank you for all that you made happen for me. I need to do better be better and live better, for others. People will remember you. I'm going to try. And I'm going to be that person you saw that I still can't see. Thank you so much for being anything and everything to me.

Rocking Horse

Love doesnt have a fist.
Love isn't a wondering eye.
If only I could make a list
for all women to go by.

When the lips that kiss you are cut
and bruises are made from restraint
Religion can be used as a cover-up
believeing in God doesn't make you a saint.

Love doesn't degrade
Love isn't about age.
There may never be a way to describe love
but you know how to behave.



No matter how pissed.
Love doesn't use a fist.

Ode to an old friend

Intertwining vines
creates a vineyards skin
Intellect for a mind
and glows from within
a piece of art or maybe
its just natural beauty
and one day will have the love
they only show in the movies
dressed to always impress
because jaws are about to drop
even if she wears a bag instead of a dress
the beauty can't be stopped.
A smile that will go on forever
uncovers happiness
The stars will light your way through wilderness
The sun will forever sit by your side
your footprints will be cemented
by the sand that hugs the tide.
One day paradise will greet you with open arms
and grasp you with a blanket of leaves
which will shield you from harm.
Till then close your eyes and open those wings
Create that crystalis and wait for metamorphisis
and you will mold into a beautiful human being

Penis envy

(They look at him)
       
They see talent,            
                                                                                                  they see
                                                          creativity,

    intellengence,
                                             art,                                            kindness,


        They see self esteem,
                                                             religion,
strength,
                                                                                          agility,
                                                                                                                attraction,
     good,


and most of all, they see perfection.

(They look at me............) and
                                             turn
                                                    away.

Orange book

Things change.
Is it my concern?
Is the future planned?
Another page turns.

Memories are just a reminder
I can't forget to remember
change can be minor
compared to when things are over.

The world turns                and turns              and turns.

Things change.
Take advantage of the moment,
when you have it.

The moon glows              and glows             and glows.

Do things change?
Or do we just get old?

MAYTAG MAN! a tiny little jingle

Our stove discolored, we need help fast! It's then I discovered that Maytag is fast.
Who's at the door?
What's the dog barking for?
Who's always there?
Who's price sare fair?
THE MAYTAG MAN!

He came straight to my pad.
His shirt said his name was Brad.
He was gone in a heart beat.
Maybe I should break the T.V.?

As he drove away from me.
My life became black.
I guess I will break the T.V.
So he will come running back.

Let's all love the Maytag Man!