It is the dead of night.
Ha, what a coincidence. I can hear the hounds howling in the far off distance, I can hear the traffic, I can hear my own heart beating.
.
It is chilly.
The air is crisp, and in defense of that it is mid October and I am sitting in the balcony with hardly anything on.
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It is eleven.
My mind is once again at war, the same battle that it has been fighting for a very long time now. The same conflicts, the same prolonged struggle of the mere mortal human soul.
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It is silent. It is tranquil. It is still.
The traffic is gone, even the grasshoppers have decided to take a break. I'm down 5 cups of coffee and I can see what I hear and hear what I see.
.
It is time.
You must be wondering "What about his heartbeat?"
Well theoretically, I was only 2 stories short.
But only in theory.
Trust me, I checked.
Oct 14, 2016
Oct 14, 2016 at 1:35 AM UTC
Beware.
For a day will come when the raindrops will be outnumbered.
A day when all that is mighty will be prevailed.
When all that is a tear will shed more pain than the markings on the walls of her vessel.
When all that would matter is the little life in her hands.
Beware.
When she will give birth to herself.
Beware.
For a day will come when her cages will rattle.
Beware.
A day when the barbed wires won't matter.
Beware.
when she will be more than just defiant.
Beware of the day she will not remain silent.
- Aks
Dec 8, 2015
Dec 8, 2015 at 2:51 PM UTC
You'd make a really nice submissive.
Oh, I can only imagine. You being blind folded & tied up. Thoroughly depending on your senses to guide you.
To calm you.
As a feeling of adventure and potential danger lurks inside of you. You feel sinfully tempted. You feel bad.
You want to taste blood.
But you'd be willing to give into it. No?
Let yourself be dominated.
For the night. For the other. For oneself. For the moment. For the sin.
Think.
Not knowing where he would touch you.
What part of you will be blessed first?
Where would he settle and take refuge?
And until so you would eagerly wait for his gentle, soft and devilish touch upon your skin to devour you.
You would wait. Wouldn't you?
Nov 30, 2015
Nov 30, 2015 at 1:48 PM UTC
You altered the odds,
Derived a stormbound probability.
Loved a lone wolf,
Oh goddess, you filled the void in me.
You dwelled in me,
You took another sip from my soul.
As I was left hypnotized by your palliating laughter that gently devoured me whole.
.
My demons never feared your Gods, but something about the curve of your lips changed that about them.
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I am a deity.
I worship a goddess.
I wanted someone to love.
Wanted someone to call my own.
Someone to unleash this intense and unconditional devotion towards.
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You left me indifferent to my sufferings.
Made me look beyond the same shortcomings that withered me over time and time again.
And for that I thank you.
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I now seek you.
All of you.
I want each and every part of you to be relished and savored by me.
To let the only scent left behind be mine.
Let the only one you crave be me.
Only thing you desire, my presence.
I wish upon stars to hold you, and let my skin burn by your touch.
Let the words formed by your tongue fall short as I taste their origins.
Much as the creator leaves me.
Upon the tragedy of the test posed to us.
But don't let distance of our hearts be measured by the inches our lips seem to resist.
Instead by the mountains we are willing to overcome.
We are free, we are wild and we are rebellious.
Born for another time, born for another dimension, born for one another.
Oct 13, 2015
Oct 13, 2015 at 1:13 PM UTC
I like being the dominant.
I like to tie my submissive up.
I like to play with her.
Tease her. Please her. Destroy her.
Until she breaks.
I like to tie her up and run my fingers at the bend of her curves, explore her body & bite those seraphic lips as I taste their cherubic juices.
I prefer being intimidating and rough.
I will place a blade at your throat, to remind you how we are all mortal beings indulging ourselves in the most oldest of rituals in the history of mankind.
Kamasutra.
Yet, I'll treat you like you're the only one.
The one I cherish, love, hold close.
The one that I've got shackled in my embraces.
No one else will come close to the attention that I will give to you.
No one.
I'll be your slave even though you're my submissive.
I'll make you breathe hard.
I'll make you moan.
I'll make you mine.
I'll worship you, oh goddess.
I'll worship you.
- Aks, // Sins of the blood.
Sep 23, 2015
Sep 23, 2015 at 6:34 AM UTC
It was when I realized that I would never be able to intoxicate you with myself, that the glass broke.
When I found out that I would never be able to replace the toxics that you like flowing oh so lovingly down your gentle throat.
That I would never be able to addict you to the drugs that I claim to be, as that is not in my hands.
That I would never be able to explore your mouth, while soothingly dripping down from your lips while you let me play with your tongue.
That I would never be able to accomplish what a glass of ***** could.
Oh, how much do I ache to be that.
A weakness.
The one you visit in your need for courage.
In your times of sorrow and happiness.
A constant. A liability.
Something you just can't resist.
Someone to make your cold soul feel intimidated.
Because honey, wouldn't it be something to be the one to make your insides burn?
- Aks, Naked Emotions
Aug 28, 2015
Aug 28, 2015 at 1:00 PM UTC
Dreams are beautiful things.
Memories of past's fights,
Hope of a future light,
For a tomorrow so bright.
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Thus we must work together.
To save our imagination before it rots.
Go out flaunting our true colors
and achieving the dreams we all sought.
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The fell deeds of men
can be forgotten, words can not.
For they are forever etched immortal.
That's the power of dreams and thoughts.
- Aks & Vergil.
Jul 12, 2015
Jul 12, 2015 at 12:05 PM UTC
That's the thing with humans. We now no longer believe in the existence of simpler things. As we grow up we realise that everything has depths. We are so very surrounded by such things that we have forgotten how simple life actually is. It's sad how people get angry at minute matters but don't even care to smile at the beautiful little things around them.
We've forgotten how it's the little things that matter, how there is so much more to life than just paper.
Whether it's your answer sheet or the currency you use. It's not at all complicated to be honest.
We've just forgotten. It's all very simple actually. Leave aside everything that frustrates you and take a sip of that nice chilled glass of your favourite wine or a nice warm bath or just a little glance up at the sky from your rooftop to get you going.
Get a reality check.
Do what makes you happy.
Let your happiness be more than just momentary.
Let it be reflected from your soul.
- Aks, Naked & Human.
Jun 28, 2015
Jun 28, 2015 at 3:09 PM UTC
Into the oblivion, regret is all he sees,
This is not who he is nor who he wants to be.
In all the truths and in all the lies,
Alone he stands in the rain, a lonely guy.
Not a soul can hear him scream nor hear him cry.
Alone he stands and alone he dies.
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Time and time again I'm brought back to these halls.
So sore full the pain and I've been through it all.
As hidden as the faithfulness of the stars,
So everlasting are those ungrateful scars.
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Everyone that I know is as much reckoning,
I know it's me even hell is beckoning.
I guess this is the moment, now is the time.
I can feel the vines of darkness taking over my mind,
Indecisively making it's way out of harm and out of sight.
But, god almighty. I ain't leaving this easy, not without a fight.
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Already dead no more can I die,
I guess it's about time I went back to the dark side.
- Aks, Old Diaries.
Jun 6, 2015
Jun 6, 2015 at 2:02 PM UTC
Like a dew drop from heaven you flourished under the light.
Leaving everyone dumbfounded at the natural beauty & aura that you brought along with yourself & bestowed upon our mere souls.
You chuckled at the attention.
As if trying to prove to the world that you were more modest than beautiful.
Yes, you.
- Aks.
May 25, 2015
May 25, 2015 at 11:39 PM UTC