The Clean Porn: Kourtney "KOKO" Bears It All (PICS!!)

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Willing Rape Victim

 
2 men,
that's it.
2 men
have known me,
inside, they fit.

Doped out
of my mind;
it's hard to recall.
Bits and pieces,
flashes of memory.
I was a living rag doll.

Barely breathing,
he takes me from behind.
Pulls my hair,
and says,
"I'm gonna make you mine!"

I think it happened
three times,
but who really knows?
When your brain's
as high as mine goes.

I can't call it RAPE,
I was a willing participant.
Numb to the bones,
so with it I went.

When it all fell apart;
my secrets exposed,
he wrote me something
that was no longer prose.

His words were razor blades,
slicing the skin with ease.
I kept myself in my own prison;
over, my heart began to freeze.

"A willing rape victim",
is what he called me.
Sick to my stomach
for allowing him in,
I lay my head on the pillow
to cry for a 5 year old sin.


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If you ever need me

 
If ever you need a helping hand,
just reach out and touch mine.
If ever you're scared or afraid,
I'll be right by your side.
If ever you need words of advice,
I'll give you the best I have.
If ever you're sad and depressed,
I'll try to brighten your day.
If ever you need a shoulder to cry on,
I have two, waiting here for you.
If ever you simply need to talk,
I promise I'll sit and listen.
Whatever the reason,
whatever you're searching for,
whatever you need.....
I promise
I'll always be there for you!!

by Ashley

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I'd Been Thinking Of You

All day and all night I'd been thinking of you About what you would do Hoping to talk to you tonight I am sitting on my chair Thinking about you and me Happily on the beach by the sea Moving my hands trough your hair Were we gently hug and kiss Hoping for more days like this Lying in the sand watching the sky Filled with stars, while we happily cry Now I'm lying in my bed I almost fall a sleep That you're not here makes me sad And I just started to weep You are the one I really love And I wanna talk to you I keep on thanking the angles above That you are loving me too

Political Madness

We are down on a sandy beach
And our legs dug deep in the sand of pain
Left stranded in the sea of sadness
The night of destruction falling on us with extreme darkness
Hovering on us the venom of evil
With rain drops of blood on our land
The storm getting heavier by the day
The flame of hope blown away by wind of wickedness
We live in a country where no one is safe
Where death darken the sky like an imminent doom
Where the majority live in ardent poverty
A land where corruption is at its peak
Our leaders the master chef to all our miseries
With eyes of blind spot to the need of the people
Deaf ears to the cry of the innocent
Blind eyes to the sufferings of the poor
The beat of political madness stirs in the air
With sound wave of pain to all the citizen of the land
Human lives valued only for a couple of coins and a few naira note
Innocent blood shed all in the name of political game
The taste of power and excessive desire for wealth
Sum with their selfish and political greed
Puts our dear nation in a state of unrest
Children of innocent souls being tortured through burning knife of evil
Leaving the youths to live their lives in fear
Our girls are no longer safe to go to school
Terrorism the bad sweet smell polluting our atmosphere
With it effect on us an horrible scar
People being nurtured to the highest point of hatred
With every of their road leading to violence and terrorism
Little by little we are losing our national pride
Our economy dropping faster than the speed of sound
Our leaders failing in every good sense of leadership
With the interest of the people far from their mind
From the cry of the rejected and abused children
To the tears of the suffering and confused adult
Same questions comes to the mind of every nigerian
Why do we have to suffer this much?
Are our leaders so blind to see that the nation is on a downhill of destruction?
How long will it take for them to hear our cry?
And what will it take for everything to change for good?
I guess only God has the answers to all this questions
And the golden key to our freedom
All will have to do is to keep praying
And keep hold of our little flame of hope
Cos one day I believe everything will change for good

Stanley Oguh

ILLUMINATI POEM

On wings of tomorrow we’re coming to fly
Erasing the sorrow and this is the place where you die
We’re shaking the chains off the world of today
We’re coming to get you no matter what you’re gonna say
This is the time of the ending
It’s the dawn of a new world order
This is a new beginning
Where a new world shall arise, we scream
On the wings of yesterday you’re gonna die
And you know it’s gonna be – we’re screaming
This is illumination – we are
We are illuminates – beware
This is illumination – we are
We are illuminates
We live inside society, our presence is unknown
We plot and we manipulate you to which way to go
Illumination comes across the world to bring an end
Intimidating silent force that puts us in command
This is the dawn of the ending
It’s the time of a new world order
This is a new beginning
Where a new world shall arise, we scream
On the wings of yesterday you’re gonna die
And we know it’s gonna be – forever
This is illumination – We are
We are illuminates – Beware
This is illumination – We are
We are illuminates
Now all you sinners, this is the prophecy
The revelation of your own destiny
You had a dream once,
a dream that you have sold
And now my brothers,
annihilation is foretold

Will you remember ancient times,
when we rode across the air,
When the day of judgement comes
And when your world is gonna blow
Through your heart and take your soul

In the twilight of the sun
I believe there’s no tomorrow
when we all will sink in sorrow
When the day of judgement finally comes

It’s the end of the world as we know it
And it’s only just begun
The eyes of the world are closin’ forever
When the day of judgement will come
Won’t you help me now

Now tell me mother earth
oh, what went wrong
In the heart of everyone
Do you remember how it had begun
In the desert in the twilight of the sun
All dead and gone

Can you heal me, I am not the only one
Can you feel me, I don’t want to be undone
I’m everyone
Save me from this living hell
I don’t wanna know another tale
Someone help me through this on the way

Hear me now
It’s the end of the world as we know it
And it’s only just begun
The eyes of the world are closin’ forever
When the day of judgement will come
Won’t you help me now
All gods creation is finally dead and gone
Our revelation, the day of judgement comes
Forevermore I stand alone
The final fury has begun,
when the day has come

Guardians of the monsters of the earth
Take our lives away
and you forever will be cursed
Keepers of the darkness in this world
We will not surrnder to the evil of your birth
Hope will never die,
And the clear blue sunny sky
will ease the pain,
Guardians of the monsters of the earth
Lead us not into temptation
Save us from the revelations

I stand alone, I stand alone,
I stand alone, Inside my head
Noone can hear, noone can hear,
noone can hear, My little word
Holy father, take me on your wings of love
I wish that I could be forever free, oh yeah
It’s the end of the world as we know it
And it’s only just begun

The eyes of the world are closin’ forever
When the day of judgement has…
End of the world as we know it
And it’s only just begun
The eyes of the world are closin’ forever
When the day of judgement HAS come
Won’t you help me now
Now all you sinners
This is the prophecy
the revelation of your own destiny
Sleep well and dream on
The dream that you have sold
And now my brothers,
this world is slowly getting cold
END OF POEM
 

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MY SHORT SKIRT

My short skirt
is not an invitation a provocation an indication that I want it or give it or that I hook.
 

My short skirt is not begging for it it does not want you to rip it off me or pull it up or down.

My short skirt is not a legal reason for raping me although it has been before it will not hold up in the new court.

My short skirt, believe it or not has nothing to do with you.

My short skirt is about discovering the power of my calves about cool autumn air traveling up my inner thighs about allowing everything I see or pass or feel to live inside.

My short skirt is not proof that I am stupid or undecided or a malleable little girl.

My short skirt is my defiance I will not let you make me afraid My short skirt is not showing off this is who I am before you made me cover it or tone it down. Get used to it.

My short skirt is happiness I can feel myself on the ground. I am here. I am hot.

My short skirt is a liberation flag in the women’s army I declare these streets, any streets my vagina’s country.

My short skirt is turquoise water with swimming colored fish a summer festival in the starry dark a bird calling a train arriving in a foreign town.

My short skirt is a wild spin a full breath a tango dip.

My short skirt is initiation, appreciation, excitation.

But mainly my short skirt and everything under it is mine, mine, Mine.

—Eve Ensler, I Am An Emotional Creature

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