Dare to be a star. The moon is too dependent on the sun and the sun is too generous to the moon but a star stands alone in the cold dark sky and lights up its own self and for it's self.
May 8, 2016
May 8, 2016 at 10:40 AM UTC
Bind my ankles with your satin rope
Keep me here for I cannot run
Cuff my wrists and hold them up
For I cannot fight when ur lips toutch mine
Throw me on the bed
And thighten my chains
Your hand closing around my neck
Shivering by your tender toutch, so cold
Leaving marks, leaving scratches
Struggle is useless
Submit
Submit
S U B M I T
Submit to you
For I am yours
To play with
To break
An object
May 8, 2016
May 8, 2016 at 10:39 AM UTC
Letting the water rush around my ankles,
I whisper your name to the seafoam.
I roll my tongue around each syllable,
as if enunciation alone could draw
fate lines between us.
The water recedes,
and takes with it my breath.
I see now that the ocean is what taught you
to leave me gasping for air.
May 8, 2016
May 8, 2016 at 10:38 AM UTC
*When did I grow so old
Why wasn't I ever told
till nature did mould
these nephews and Nieces
who deserve only warm hugs and kisses?
When did innocence
start trickling drop by drop
Until the entire next
generation seems already catered for
It was just yesterday, I was a child
A wreck less one and wild
but didn't understand why
when the overall solution was my cry
all in all I am glad to have witnessed
such trueness and a honest smile
it's like the sweetest thing by a mile
like a masterpiece of dawn in crayon
so beautiful was the day spent with baby Ryan
May you live to plant the generation after
and to spread the honest joy and laughter
Love you pretty little twit...
so young yet filled with wit and sweet*
Mar 26, 2016
Mar 26, 2016 at 4:34 PM UTC
A peck of his lips filled with sin
my labored breathing
his calloused hands wander my body
exploring every inch of me
He holds my hand
and steals my breath
with a rope he found in the kitchen
Calloused hands wander over my body
as he lay me with his ex lovers
each more beautiful than the next
each more grave than the last
Beware of boys with blue eyes like sapphires dropping in the ocean
Mar 10, 2016
Mar 10, 2016 at 1:24 PM UTC