The TortureGo ahead...More Like This
Pull my head back,
and bite me til I bleed.
This heart wants its last beat to
fill up your mouth,
catching my throat in your teeth.
Let me have a taste,
of the life that I lost,
and the life I'm losing as we
fail to speak...
I want to follow this barbed wire,
uncurling around your waist.
Pour the ocean and a drop
of bitter wine across such
Scare myself to death,
lost in the love that lives
Who I amYou ask me who I am?More Like This
What if I don't know?
I know things about me.
But they are all trivial.
I am nothing and yet I am everything.
Without me my world ceases to exist.
And yet the world will contiue to spin when I am gone.
But this is all trivial.
I think therefore I am.
Or so a great man once said.
My thoughts bleed through my fingers.
But the words are all trivial.
I am whoever you want me to be.
For beauty is in the eyes of the beholder.
Perception defines all.
Therefore even beauty is trivial.
Who I am is Meaningless.
EroticaYou whispered poetry to me,More Like This
penetrating my ear with the warm hard thrust
of your syntax. Caressing my body with your
alliteration, bringing chill bumps to the
landscape of my skin. You trace a
series of haiku down my spine.
My toes curl from the thrill of wave after wave
of vowels and syllables washing over me.
I open my eyes to see before me your
naked heart trembling, longing to be claimed.
Discovering a secret Josh and Amanda were quite busy these days. They were doing a school project together regarding the eco system, and it had to be at least 8 pages long. Naturally, they were both stressed out, as the deadline was closing in on them, and they had done almost nothing in the weeks they had had at their disposal.More Like This
"Why don't we maybe we should how about " was what they said mostly, as they looked over all the information they had while searching the internet for more. They were working at Amanda's place this time.
Time went by, and before they knew it, it was getting late.
"I guess we got a lot done today" Josh said while stretched his limbs after sitting down for so long.
"Yeah. I guess we'll make it now" Amanda answered with a smile.
"Yeah. Well, I guess I should go now. You probably have other stuff to do."
"Not really. Mom and dad are gone until the end of the week, and I don't attend any
Bittersweet MemoriesIf I close my eyes and concentrate,More Like This
I can just hear your voice echoing
inside my head, in my very distant memories.
I can hear your laugh and if I try,
I can see the steam flowing out of your mouth
as we stand in the corner, in our heavy coats.
I remember how it was back then and
I also remember how perfect the days had been.
I don’t know how or when you died.
If I were at the funeral, I’d not wear black,
I’d not come bearing flowers nor condolences,
I’d not even stay for more than five minutes.
All I’d need to do is look upon your grave
and silently recall those bittersweet days
then abandon you amongst the others.
Ever since that fateful, unknown time
I have come to realise that nothing
can heal the deep wounds in my heart.
Since that day when love died
and romance ceased to exist,
out of nature’s will, I evolved.
The Turning - Part 3There was slowness to my waking now, reluctance as though my body knew its own death. But there was stillness also. It was different to how a mortal might wake. I did not toss or turn; I did not jump or even stir. I lay, motionless, as sensations came to me. The scent of silk sheets and the cool sweetness of them against my skin first, and then all the tiny noises from creatures that lived and hunted in the woods in the night time hours. But the house was silent. Of course only the dead were there now. A vague feeling that I ought to have been sad settled over me. I ought to have been weeping.More Like This
No something warm. A soft, warm, sound emanated from somewhere within the walls. But this could wait, for the senses closer overwhelmed me, assaulting me with a myriad of strange new pleasures and beauties to examine. The cold smell of stone in the walls, the earthy perfume of polished wood and the musk of deep set dust in fabric; the gentle feel of air passing over my cheek and the
bdsmi want your nails digging into my thighsMore Like This
painting murals with my blood
and i want your teeth at my jugular
biting into my rapid pulse
and i want your ropes binding my wrists
bruising the undamaged skin
and i want your blindfold obscuring my sight
denying me the privilege of you
and i want your gag suffocating me
stifling anything i want to say
and i want your sadistic love
knowing it's all i deserve
BDSM?BDSM; four simple letters with a truly eminent stigma attached to them. The connotation does not come from its innocuous uses – such as the Burrenton District Sailing Manifold - but the acronym for 'bondage & domination,' and 'sadism and masochism.' Yes, this refers to more than just chaining a stranger to a wall and flogging them with a cat-o'-nine-tails – it is an all-encompassing spectrum of often-erotic activities. Tying up your partner during intercourse, erotically roleplaying, even, to a degree, teasing each other are all elements of BDSM – but the one omnipresent and critical element is the concept of partners taking on complementary but unequal roles. BDSM is more than seeing a woman carry around a 'man-slave' on Law & Order – it is a widespread sub-culture and lifestyle. BDSM is much less 'deviant' than one would assume; in fact, many participate in BDSM activities without ever knowing it.More Like This
One person (the "submissive") agr
She Dances With FireShe dances with fire, a dragon in tow.More Like This
Twirling with flames; graceful and slow
She dances tonight, in a city of ash.
Her feet leaving footprints, where the sand will splash.
Quietly mourning, as time goes by;
Where once she beheld a home in her eyes...
Yet naught but the barest of bones remain,
And so she dances, to soothe the pain.
Vampire CollegeThe other day, my dad handed me a printout of an article from a conservative website about going to college. Dad does this from time to time, I think because he suspects I'm a filthy liberal, and wants to send a few shots across the bow to see if I fire back. I usually don't, because I've been through enough warfare to have a better idea of when to pick my battles.More Like This
Well, I won't reference the article directly, but the gist of it was that college is a bit of a costly venture that doesn't always yield the results it promises for the price of admission, and may actually do more harm than good. (High schoolers, meditate on that for a minute, please)
Now, the article itself sort of descended into a screed about how colleges just crank out liberals anyway, and liberals tend to vote Democrat, and we should just bust the whole thing up because dear God, we need conservative voters or they'll have a WOMAN in the White House next...
...Which is unfortunate, because "liberal conspiracy" aside, I
Moving OnMy mind wanders, and will not rest,More Like This
although it's probably for the best.
such an amazing wonder.
Gazing at the tails of lightning,
fleeting from cloud to cloud.
Some may find it rather frightening,
however I watch it quite proud.
So much inspiration, and motivation,
Just seeing a wonder of the world.
It feeds and moves my contemplation,
setting my mind at ease to be unfurled.
As the rain sets in,
falling so slow and steadily.
It makes me forget the original sin,
something I didn't think I'd forget..
To catch a smile, across my face
something to which is rarely seen.
Freeing me from this mental case,
and the same old angry routine.
I'm moving on...
PyromaniaI want to see a light show in ochre and dancersMore Like This
two thousand degrees in heat: I want to watch them
all traipse across my bedroom floor with their
encore in grey.
Blistered fingers flicking cigarette lighters
to see an orange pirouette turn for me,
my parents worry that I smell of smoke but they
don't know the reality.
The truth is that you can find me weaving
kerosene trails around the moon and Saturn's rings
telling acorns and oak leaves to enjoy our
favourite disease -
So I flick the lighter once again and speak
to the blackened walls and singed floors:
'Don't fear the kiss of the flame
don't let them douse the burns you reap
don't stop dancing, just don't stop dancing
I'm Not the Marrying KindI'm not the marrying kind.More Like This
I have stones in my hair instead of flowers,
And a rosebush of thorns is more poignant to me.
I'm not the marrying kind.
My words aren't pretty or wise,
And I can't sing about anything but a broken heart.
I'm not the marrying kind.
I am the sort of damaged you see in an old recorder,
And the kind of old in an instrument that breaks into a billion pieces at a touch.
I'm not the marrying kind.
Neither neat, nor tidy, nor correct in my behavior,
And yes, I did in fact tell you to fuck yourself.
I'm not the marrying kind.
I do not stay silent in arguments,
And I like to lie compulsively, just to see your face change.
I'm not the marrying kind.
I am not the ideal of any lady, nor her likes,
And I do not allow any man to walk all over me.
No. I am not the marrying kind.
But I do like the idea of a little girl with her mo
Collared-Chapter 1"Goodnight Dad" Lena tapped her father on the shoulder gently.More Like This
"What? Oh goodnight dear" He hardly looked up from the paperwork strewn about the table.
On her way upstairs Lena glanced out the window at her family's once thriving vineyard. The economy had been at best unstable for the last few years and this summer they had been experiencing a draught. So just like most everyone else in Canada they were having trouble financially. Her, her baby brother Matthew and her parents still lived in the family home but it was decidedly more barren than Lena remembered from her younger years. She checked and saw that both her mother and brother were still asleep so she just went to bed. Lying atop her bed in shorts and a tank top, the air conditioning had been the first thing to go.
She fell asleep quickly but was jarred awake by the sound of her Matthew crying. When he didn't stop right away she stood up and went to her door, she couldn't even hear he
Darling...Oh darling,More Like This
I’ve lost the light
And now I just pray for the night
To break me, to take me away
I seem to be bleeding,
And I am on my knees pleading
That you’ll kiss my cuts closed.
If it comes to it, just hold me if I am dying,
Or find a way to help me stop crying
And someday I’ll smile for you again.