Love, Sex and Comedy

He couldn't take it no more,  He started acting less normal, Just before he went to die, "I'll be back" was the lie, He told his wife, Just before he took his life, I don't call it suicide, I call it mental pressure pride, It takes an avail, To gift life to Azrael, He found it better to hang, Than the gun, on his head, loud bang, If he goes to hell, The pressure is to blame, And the demons will yell, "His soul is mine to claim", Another family just got thinner, They lost their bread winner, I don't blame him at all, Blame the internet troll, Blame the crowding stress, His embarrassment by the press, He was in his late twenty, I don't believe it was his time, Hour glass was just half empty, I don't accept he was next in line, His life came crashing down like thunder, And now we mourn as he rests 6 feet under, It wouldn't hurt to share...

Me; I have been listening, but I'm a dude, how can I help you with a girl problem? Shouldn't you be telling your so called "besties"? Her;  I can't tell them cause I stay with them most of the day times and they will tease me about it all day. Me; Okay then, why don't you go and just talk to her? You are a lady, she won't snob you unlike if it were me. First of all, she is intelligent we can both tell by the marks she scores in the class work. Secondly, she is beautiful. You can't argue with that. A fact is a fact, so let's call a spade a spade. Her;  You think I haven't tried to gain courage and go talk to her? I mean I don't know anything about her. I might step on the wrong foot and things escalate rapidly within a blink of an eye. Then again how do you tell a fellow lady that you think you like her. Don't you get it, I'M A LADY AND SHE IS A LADY TOO. Furthermore this is kind of a taboo. It is neither allowed in my communit...

What if things changed tomorrow? And we woke up to a different life, Would you still continue with me? If I was the poorest of them all, Would you still want to walk with me? If tonnes of problems followed me, Would you offer me solutions to them? If I had no eyes to see you, Would you hold my hand? If I had no hands to touch, Would you still cuddle with me? What if I was disfigured? Would you still take pics with me? If I never won today, Would you be proud of me? If the world was against me, Would you stand by me to the end? If they accused me wrongfully, Would you defend me? If I gave up on myself, Would you motivate me? If I was never your complete package, Would you leave me? If I forgot an important date for us, Would you remind me of it? For whatever mysteries come tomorrow, Will you still love me? It wouldn't hurt to share...

Her; "Left, right, left, right... Dress waving sideways from the evening breeze. Her systematic, rhythmic walking style gave this lady a chance to form a pattern in her shoeprints. That evening walked past a beautiful woman using her lips for blessing, her voice for kindness, her ears for compassion, her hands for charity and her heart for love. This was the third week I had been stalking her. I had been coming to the same shop pretending to buy staff, but the truth is I was always timing this lady as she went from school to her house. I was sure no one had seen my scheme of following her since not even my besties had known about it. It wasn't easy telling them about it, since I was a lady falling for a lady. Yeah, you read it right, I'm a lady, and I think I'm in love with another lady. Okay, I wouldn't call it love per se, since I didn't know what it really was. I have a boyfriend who I love very much, but then again why have I been stalking this lady fo...

These are no rain drops, Its sweat from my body, This is no powder on my face, Its salt from my sweat, I face down not cause I’m shy, Cause I can no longer look at you, I’m not kneeling to pray, I kneel cause I’m tired, Tired of this load of yours, You use please and thank you, Just like a saint, Yet you curse me like a sinner, You became more of Dora, And forgot about this Diego, I used to take you like wine, Straight down my throat, Now I get to take you like soda, With a straw in between, There were days I couldn’t do without you, You used to be my morning cup of tea, Now I think I’m having late night vodkas, I can no longer do this, I remember the old days, Once I was your knight in a shining armor, Now I'm just a playboy in an aluminium foil, I’m trying to pick pieces of you, out of my memory, your excuses are meant to be rigid, but you say my reasons are fake, I try to be romantic, Yet you say I’m acting childish, ...