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my poem:

Necklaces last longer than boyfriends

She’ll take a Steve McQueen over a Pretty Dean any day

She doesn’t date manicured guys

And the ugly boys cheat just as hard

So I guess she’s stuck

Enjoying herself for another night

While the camera light watches

Org-smic feelings

I know you think like this too

Let them watch

Let them join

Get in line

They all wanna hurt her

She’s hungry

Built for men

“Isn’t that what we’re told?”

S-xy set of legs, without a brain

She’s an endless void for you to fill

Lipstick kissed cigarettes

Let her take control

If pains not involved, she’s not interested

Unzip your cargos

She can take you where the normal girls are too shy to go

Let them watch

Let them join

Get in line

They all wanna hurt her

The happiest girls in the world live to experiment

Marking your heart is her goal

Isn’t that what you want?

A dead girl with no soul

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my poem:

My demons can’t trick me

If I beat them to the scare

Micro-dosing gasoline

Ab-sing my brain like an engine

My heart is my never ending masterpiece

He taught me how to say yes

Pull the trigger and whisper “take it”

You know you want this

“I’m gonna ruin you on purpose,

No lover will love you this hard”

Sometimes greatness is promised but never reached

Sometimes someone is meant to be yours but the timing is off

The price of this life is far too much

The American Dream, my favorite bold face lie

You too can achieve happiness

It only costs your whole life

Every paycheck goes down the drain

Feed the beast

Feed your best brothers

But never yourself

My mother’s mother

My father’s father

My greatest childhood memory is time

Nostalgic for something I never had

Like great family, beautiful community and safe sidewalks to scribble my pain away

Gunshots for fireworks

You learn the difference by ear

Busted caps and roaches scatter the floor

Pick up the rich man’s innocence and smoke it

Raw laws

Unholy pastors

Teenagers with bloodshot eyes

Working girls discovering the power they hold

Stray cats and runaway dogs

We’re all searching for a home to call our own

I can’t afford a house but I could swallow your spit, if you promise a heart to hold

A chest to lay my respect on

A throat for my claws to dig into

I’ll do it for a buck, I’ll do it for a cigarette

I’m the easiest girl in town

“One of the prettiest girls in the world”

At least that’s what Mr. John tells me

Little loves, big mistakes

Living with no warranty

Loving with no rubber lining

She does it for the money

A virgin in theory

A sl-t in practice

If chasing bliss is blasphemous

So be it

F-k god and me after

He’s such a whiney baby

Nobody’s listening to him anymore

If you have no one to pray for or to

Bow down and get on your knees

I’m the dark princess seducing sin

American Trash disguised as a Genesis Goddess

A myth is only so til proven otherwise

So say my name 3 times and I might just pop up, between your thighs

Hahaha

Mattress Actress 🖤 (my adult entertainer poetry reading)

Bum Baby 🩶 (my dark romance aesthetic poetry reading)

Teen Mom 🍼 (my dark aesthetic poetry reading)

Help Yourself 🚩 (my red flag men dark poetry reading)

Street Walker 🚷 (my party girl dark poetry reading)

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my poem:

Good parents, bad choices

Dirty decisions prospered unwarranted experiences

Harsh consequences to my cold conditions

Living life on the street like my baby brother

Kissing strangers who offer to please my needs

On the quest for love i can’t receive

He tattoos his mistakes to remember the pain

She’s no living saint

Just an angel without her wings

A boy who loves too hard

A girl with impossible dreams

Dirty fingers to match her mind

She’s everything he doesn’t need

Adult Movies 📷 (my instagram model dark poetry reading)

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my poem:

Sharing my precious minutes and late hours With a man who doesn’t sleep

The boys don’t know how to keep

Men are my vice and I’m feening

I only wish he cared for me

The way I know he does the other plastic barbie

The stories secretive like his prison tattoos

I’m a comfortable civilian to his masculine mind

I thought I’ve survived my troubled youth

Discovered the trap doors and atoned with selfish sorries

Signed the peace treaties and fell to my knees, pleading as if something’s listening

Yet nothing compares to soldier stories he shares of barracks and bravery

If he’s a veteran, I’m a goodie two shoes

A rookie with a mouth like a chambered glock

Ripped up boots sustain my weak knees

Distorted memories

How can a special moment that just happened yesterday, feel a decade old?

Love bites fade slowly

With trust so will my misery

Judgement don’t faze me

Nor what God has in store for me

I live for love and love even harder

I’m a pretentious painter like an instagram model is an actress, who stars only in “adult movies”

Dirty hair with an intense stare

Do you wanna hurt me or is the fist around my throat your way of saying

“I love you too”

Wife Material 💍 (my blue collar girl dark poetry reading)

Boys Are Dogs 🐾 (my sad seductress dark poetry reading)

Blue Balls 🎱 (my mystic mistress dark poetry reading and dark romance fashion style lookbook)

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my poem:

Don’t you wanna cheat on your wife

Make you double guess your vows

Sin is only pretty, when it’s temporary

5 minutes and he’s gone

Back to playing house

They all wanna get in and dip

You can find her lurking dark alleys

With the sultry look in her eyes

She’s kinda scary, in a lustful way

She prays for herself and swallows the pests

Sweet like bubble chews

Ssxy like her mother

Ballsy like her father

She won’t miss you

Just the feeling of being adored

Attention versus admiration

Sensual touch is foreign

Out of her budget

She has a price

Are you willing to cough up the cold hard cash or left driving home with blue balls?

John Lee's Dead

John lee’s dead and the motorcade winds toward the old hill and its chapel choked with vines.

The clouds are dark and swollen. There’s tears in his widows eyes, and ravens deck the branches of the trees as they roll by.

As the gates groan wide the clouds begin to burst and the sky throws down its spears, a thousand tears on John Lee’s hearse.

Now a hundred dark umbrellas like black flowers bloom around a pit that yawns to swallow one more memory in the ground.

And John Lee’s window’s weeping in a veil of black lace (Though some detect a smile, If only just a trace).

The priest, he babbles nonsense about heaven, God, and sin as the casket slowly lowers in the low and mournful din.

The dearly beloved who are gathered here today will forget death in an hour as they drink their tears away.

And John Lee’s funeral’s over. He’s down too deep to dream, and only grass will go there and not until the spring.

© JM Tiffany

As the end of October creeps closer, I present to you: a Halloween themed poem!

Dark is the Night

Dark is the night

The wind’s a whispering

Dim is the light

Candles are flickering

The shadows, unfaded

Creep across the great land

A dark veil aided

By Lady Nyx’s hand

The moon’s ghostly cast

Illuminating the dark

Black flags raised half mast

As Death makes his mark

Gray clouds flood the sky

Blocking stars as they fade

As a creature’s last cry

Is muffled by decay

So silent is the twilight

And sorrow so lonely

As souls take flight

As the angels sing, “if only!”

Fear gathers in the heart

Chased by beasts from the start

For dark is the night

And dim is the light

Another dark poem… Halloween air leads to Halloween poems!

Leaves of Gold

As I laid in darkness deep,

Dark thoughts, dark dreams,

As I laid asleep,

A single leaf - or so it seemed

Floated down the midnight stream

Soft and lush and gold in hue,

A shining star in darkness true

And as winter chill so strongly blew

Up into the sky the leaf flew

To settle with the night of twilight blue

I reached for the gold,

The life so vibrant

It frosted with cold

Crumbled, left silent

My mind left so violent

So silent once more, I laid asleep

As my heart so quietly, 

so quietly weeps

As my mind screams violently

For death to come silently

The trees have been blackened for so many years

Burnt from fury and watered with tears

So long have I hidden in the night from my fears

The gold I once held so closely dear

Left my land of sorrow, never to appear

The trees no longer grow leaves of gold

The gold of before

My kingdom grew cold

The gold I once so hopefully adored

Now it will grow – nevermore

So my soul wanders, despairing and saddened

As it wanders in darkness and shadows so cold

As I walk within the night with anguish untold

And woefully I wonder, whatever happened

To the vibrant leaves of shimmering gold?

Perfect Porcelain

once a little girl visited me

she was made of glass and stone

made of perfect porcelain

she came to me all alone

I asked of her parents

she let only a sigh l

I asked her of her name-

she looked up to the sky

not a single flicker

nor a twinge of sorrow came

into her porcelain face as she said

“I have not a name.”

how could she have no name?

I wondered at her claim

yet no emotion showed

as she said, “I have no name.”

a minute crack formed on her face

in her face of porcelain stone

across her face it ran and ran

across her mask of bone

And down her cheeks like dusted tears

that spilled from her eyes

that slipped past her perfect lips

that gave another sigh

“I have not a name,” she told me ,

repeating what she’d said,

“for none know me and none remember me

so I am as good as dead.”

more cracks spread across her face

of perfect porcelain

as slowly her mask broke

crumbling from within

“I have no name, for I am those

who’ve been swept in time

of those who’ve been forgotten

at midnight’s final chime.”

of old and perfect porcelain

of flawless glass and stone

that shattered when our memories

left her all alone