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| Meeting prince charming its so awesome you go out on a few dates and start the best relationship of all time suddenly introduced yourself to his sexual appetite then you become regnant at that very in-stint of hearing the news or reading the news you should stop and think Im just getting to know the dad, husband, or boyfriend how am I possibly going to get to know a child soon to be an adult I carry you for nine months in my body for free adapting to your growth changes wondering the whole time what characteristics we're going to share if any at all Its like giving birth to a stranger some men change after roughly 6 months to a year so you never really know them either how am I suppose to give an excuse for my child being something that I don't condone People have to stop blaming the parents calming to have poor parenting when we're simply giving birth to these unknown strangers don't pretend you know them because you don't alot of people all over the world are saying " I lost my child" The question is;is did you lose your child or you never knew your child |
| Retaliation By Dorine R Spruill 9/22/2015 He woke up in a sarcophagus wondering how he got there flashbacks of a heated intimate romance homoerotic times crossed his eyes his flesh was torn and ripped to the bone he couldn't even recognize himself who was this man laying inside the casket how did my life end he asked himself a thirst for copulation that a women couldn't quench he had no recollection of his immemorial affairs the lethal injection probed into his vain he was so young another life never fully lived aids killed him at twenty-five years old searching for satisfaction in retaliation lead to his death forevermore vengeance was his motive set off to pay the world back for his unhappiness he was majorly unsuccessful stand before God and explain your burning desire for a man sentenced to live in hell for a spiteful retaliation |
| How Much Does it Cost To Be Dead To The World? By: Dorine R Spruill 7/26/2018 How Much Does it Cost To Be Dead To The World? Alienated secluded from day to day life to live in the world but have no contact with regular civilian's totally invisible is it a particular breed of people or culture or is their enchanting imagination a trend that separates them just as a star who signs a contract to become famous the money blinded the fact that as soon as their signature touched the paper their life was over suicide becomes your final destination the fans and paparazzi now control and follow you going through great lengths to capture any moment they can to sell your most prized possession your life captured in a photo album Now whats the price to be free again? Death? Addiction? Court suites? til death do us part a fatal marriage legal binding contract Living life in the enchanted world how much does it cost to be dead to the world? a world full of costumes and fake names Is it godly or a devilish ceremony how is it they can tap into your mind they become you knowing your every thought and action control to the fifth power prophecy is the protection excuse however, its the Illuminati moving all through your body Who's epiphany was this? who's behind this ghostly event as long as they control your life your dead not rich so how much does it cost to be dead to the world its free bum rushed at every restaurant, hotel, party, grocery store, etc how many people have slide the steel across their risk on the dotted line? many a classic case of a star's slit wrist suicide |
| The Invisible Mansion By: Dorine R Spruill dedicated to Mr. Edgar Allan Poe 9/18/2015 Banished for years I found myself wandering around on a sacred land away from my normal life I found sanctuary and peace in a unknown place the stiff pacification allowed me to hear the second hand stroke on the clock everyday as the calignosity approached I would feel a alacritous breeze on my right shoulder blade without indecisiveness I continued to enjoy myself turbulent and exasperated paying little attention to the paranormal activity surrounding me until a horde of banshees swarmed me I had no idea what commenced this fright my legs and feet were benumbed I started to believe I didn't belong in this place anymore After being forthrightly besieged almost sure that these incorporeal beings wouldn't understand my chronic vagabondage It was time to migrate I was typhlotic to the fact that it was an invisible mansion where a shipwreck caused their souls to be buried their some even alive I can hear the never ending snivelling in the dead of the night penetrateing their voices into my ears trying to abscond I became convulsed the strange breeze brushed my shoulder blade again only this time it stayed "what do you want?" I asked the strange cadaverous speckle flash it flashed at the entry walk way showing me an invisible door that I had walked into a haunted invisible mansion and could not get out until they released me my eyes instantly became blood shot red furious and rampageous I tried to run away but was pushed to and fro by an unseen force was i indeed trapped in another dimension I asked myself without skepticism I was ambushed |
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