Sexits

There are 11 male teachers at this school.

There are 70 teachers total at the school.

Ms. G works tirelessly

Going through a separation,

Maintaining her expectations,

She's the pinnacle of integration.

Loving each kid in her small nation.

The classroom shines, and so does she.

Ms. C works one on one

To make math "fun"

From the mouth's of tweenage son

"She makes class great for everyone."

It's her determination

To change and shape the future nation.

The classroom radiates, and so does she.

Mr. S sits at his computer.

He smiles and watches the laughter

It's his first year, amateur

Get out your cell phones, he told her.

But It's not allowed, sir!

The classroom's turbid, and so is he.

There are 11 male teachers at this school.

There are 70 teachers total.

There were three TOY candidates.

Guess who won?

Shining is not the one.

Radiating is not the one.

Murky, and soiled, he won.

Dear Christina,

Why I am mad at myself is because I am responsible for my own happiness.

I am not happy and I don't know how to please myself.

If I don't even know how to please myself, how is someone else going to know how to please me.

He rescinded his notion of wanting to marry me or have babies with me.

Those things no longer apply maybe.  If this is the case, then I can't be with me for obvious reasons.

I don't understand companionship.

I hate everything.

I don't like work today.

I hate how fickle I am.

I hate myself.

IF I HATE MYSELF, HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO LIVE WITH MYSELF?

I can't shake this feeling either.

I can't do it.

OR I am trying but obviously failing miserably.

Love brielle

Taking it one day at a time.
Sure.
Great advice.
Advice to live by.
It is so hard to follow.
I have plans.
Plans on planes
They fly in so many different directions.
But I haven't figured out which ticket to buy
And I have created all the planes.
All the trips.
All the details.
And I can't fucking decide what I want.
If only I could just choose.
One.
I know that I would soar.
I am an achiever.
But before I am an achiever.
I am a worrier.
A contemplative person.
I might only have one brain.
But my brain creates all these paths.
Making them one day at a time.
Right.
Counter-productive paths.
Paths I could live by.
It is so hard to choose.
I have wants.
Wants like food.
Food I know I can't live without.
These desires are a strong pang of hunger.
And I have created all these wants.
All these delicious wants.
I might want them all.
But the problem is there is only one path.
One life.
One brain.
With too many possibilities.
It doesn't match up.

This is completely thoughtless writing.

I am a waste of life.

I do not change the world, but in negative ways.

Why am I here if I only affect earth to harm it?

Polluting it.

Sure I have a life, but life without humans would be better in general. The animal kingdom would prevail.

Does anyone else think like that? Like humans shouldn't exist because we mess it up. Similar to what was mentioned in The Matrix how humans are a virus.

God. I hate this right now. Fuck life.

Breast Feeding Moms.

Yes. I am like every individual out there. I want to suck on those titties. They're hot. Take those babies away. We don't need cow's milk anymore. Looks like these women are Mom enough for the hungry world. Mother's should unite and let the nation's hungry suck on the TEET of America.

This photo makes me proud of the tits and womb. Where endless babies will enter into the world.

In the name of Jesus Christ,
Amen.

So you go to college to change the world

College or university
For everyone you could be
From farm territory
To all swag and city
This is such a pity
Putting your hopes up
Getting that degree
That cost much money
And we see you sitting
In new York city
Wall street
Not landing on your feet
After graduation
You no longer function
The jobs disappeared
But your fully geared
And I hate you
As I watch you
Thoughts of changing
The world isn't budging
We all want caching
To buy nice things
So our kids can go
To college
To change the world.

Awaiting Adonis

 Adonis has a brother
That brother is the looks of an effeminate Apollo
And the heart of Aries
Fire in his eyes when he isn't taken care of
The rage toward his brother 
Released in one motion, commotion
Contact with skin, feeling of sin
He climbs a tree looking for someone to love him
Awaiting Adonis.
Smyrna awaits rooted in her sources. Connected.
She cares for Adonis through the trees
And for his brother hugged with leaves
Passion transfers from the shade, blocking the rage-filled sun,
Passerbys chill from the sweat on their back
Reminded of a mother's worry and sorrow.
Awaiting Adonis
King Cinyras paces running his nation
Knowing his son is in high elevation 
Elation from the pain: medication.
In this there is sedation.
Concentration on his country
And then amongst his own needs
No back to his people and planning and staring
Walking in the sun looking out on their faces
He crosses under a tree and feels a chill.
Awaiting Adonis