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#cosplay
My existence feels like a crime, cosplaying the best version of me with a ridiculous smile. That me is not me. But for heaps of flowers and praise, I might as well go on with my finest kind of lie. But with all those spotlights where others seem to drown, I’m told to reach so far, to chase the blinding light, to prove I can burn beneath it. That’s what I find among all, my dearest kind of dream. But when I’m out of sight, when I’m not not me, just me, me, me— no costumes to wear, no light to burn— the lowest part of me holds neither a dream nor a lie.
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Feb 26
Feb 26, 2026 at 3:24 PM UTC
A Dream and a Lie
Everything I know and love— Are just some pretty words. Neither I find myself in them, Nor did I ever tried to find them. Oh, how I do adore cosplay, In silks and lace I drift, I sway. I wear the dresses, to dance among them, Bask in their gaze, smile in their awe. To slowly drown in the flow. To do love them. To do hate them. To hate it—yet return again, To hover near familiar pain. To seek the thing I claim to flee— To show the purest form of hypocrisy. To do not want pain— To do want pain. To be hurt, yet sit upon the edge, To view the world beyond the ledge, So beautiful, so awful, so complete. To still wait, for someone to meet, To push me, off the edge, Cause I can’t myself… I just can’t myself… To not crave desire, To still care. To want to cry, To want to not. To touch, to pull— To do not… To exist… in probability… To be lost… in the farthest ends of reality… … Everything I know and love— Are just some pretty words. Neither they make myself love, Nor they fixing my broken world.
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Jun 10, 2025
Jun 10, 2025 at 2:24 AM UTC
To Do Not
In this unholy battle, We're acceptable collateral? Why is this accepted? It's not even ethical Distract, create a spectacle Like, oh I don't know, A traveling circus Call it a big tent revival Keep your intellectual To an abysmal level View who believe you To truly be the cesspool From car to front door, time to mingle A hive mind kicks in, single file Resembling a slaughterhouse line Cosplaying as unaware cattle Only the needy need the label to be biblical Instantly non consequential Tell me, who's more feared, A specific god or his devil? Is it possible be honest though? Any chance of pausing the show? And collectively admit The only truth is...we don't know ©2024
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Mar 15, 2024
Mar 15, 2024 at 4:20 AM UTC
~•§•~ Do You Even Hear Yourself? ~•§•~
# Compartmentalized; ..An elevated view  of you shows booth, after booth, *after booth, after booth, after booth, after booth, after booth, after booth, after booth, after booth, after booth, after booth, after booth, after booth,* .. after booth, after booth    Each one  partitioned  with an impenetrable  curtain hanging off of  a bone-frame stainless steel  pipe structure, Built high enough  for the different parts  of you to sense, but not   feel.. what part of you is in the other booth.    Problem is, You want and expect me to orbit around it all as if each isolated part    is,  in itself.. actually the whole you.. when I know it is  only a  tremendously-lonely     part of the whole. And you take love  to be some form of blindness   on my part --to the elephant in the room, And I tell you I love you.. And I tell you,                  "No.. I won't do it" --And your shame  kicks in causing you to  feel      I'm too harsh..         or being judgemental. Yet all along, you are knowing-- That just a few moments  with me.. and the walls come tumbling down.    .          .          .          .         .          .           When the partitions  drop *(that is your terror) (that is your horror)* You will not annihilate into a million fragments      of nothingness The you(s)..  of you will meet one another for the very first time since you were first  dismembered (fragmented, so very long ago.) You will not  disintegrate, love.. You will  Re- integrate. Love does that.  It does. But you already know that. Yet still you hide (.. from me.) You are addicted  to the 'comfort' the partitions's isolation brings. Your relationship is not with the sum of the parts  as a whole.. but with the internal  "construct"  within you--   the chasm..  the gap..   --the empty space between those parts; as it uninstalls one part of the intricate you and re-installs the next And you have no idea   how to    orchestrate the many different parts  of you    like a conductor would do    with his orchestra..   therefore, You can only be in relationship with one part of yourself at a time-- ..Each partitioned  'self' has an e-mail address Each one  has a separate account  of its own.. Each one,  within itself..   convinced that it carries within itself its own, separate genetic imprint Each one,  you can  milk   within its incompleteness      as if it in itself,   is complete--     .. Flaunting it, flaunting it;       as though it is the complete you   while all other necessary  parts of the whole   remain dangerously dormant..    --being Unholy-ghosted  by     whatever currently-visible part of you     now  has control of the ship. --And throughout the years I am expected to weather the storm and gather  pieces,  from pieces.. and then magically (oh.. I can..) piece them all together as I speak to you without you having to even  feel the tension (absurdity)  of the mis-placed  accountability    (and responsibility)     to enter into love     as a Whole (the sum of many parts) And so here I am..  orbiting         orbiting  orbiting-- around your ever-changing  mood swings;         the   "Paul-is-good,"  one day         and  "Paul-is-bad,"  the next,        *(those ever-changing perspectives,        gaslighting.. gaslighting.. gaslighting)*    --in order that you might  remain   'the same'    based on whatever current-visible  part of you    is currently at the helm..        The current pilot of the ship        wholly unaware of the leadership styles,        opinions and views of that  of the last.   Harsh sounding.. I know.. (but you know..) And so, here's the rub-- You are feeling your days to be numbered.. You have been around me too long, love. (that is your fault)   You knew. https://hellopoetry.com/poem/4159831/tourniquet-smiles-yeah-that/ I wrote that  such a long time ago We are getting closer to Home, love. I wrote this strange little ditty before I wrote that other one.. https://hellopoetry.com/poem/3383529/fragments/ What you have feared  most has now given way to the sound of inevitability    *(You should have ran              ..but you didn't.)* ..The sound of inevitability  isn't really a sound at all.. ***..It is the  sound of you  still   standing there.***❤ #
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Jul 3, 2023
Jul 3, 2023 at 11:00 PM UTC
what ((Love)) sounds like..
# Compartmentalized; ..An elevated view  of you shows booth, after booth, *after booth, after booth, after booth, after booth, after booth, after booth, after booth, after booth, after booth, after booth, after booth, after booth,* .. after booth, after booth    Each one  partitioned  with an impenetrable  curtain hanging off of  a bone-frame stainless steel  pipe structure, Built high enough  for the different parts  of you to sense, but not   feel.. what part of you is in the other booth.    Problem is, You want and expect me to orbit around it all as if each isolated part    is,  in itself.. actually the whole you.. when I know it is  only a  tremendously-lonely     part of the whole. And you take love  to be some form of blindness   on my part --to the elephant in the room, And I tell you I love you.. And I tell you,                  "No.. I won't do it" --And your shame  kicks in causing you to  feel      I'm too harsh..         or being judgemental. Yet all along, you are knowing-- That just a few moments  with me.. and the walls come tumbling down.    .          .          .          .         .          .           When the partitions  drop *(that is your terror) (that is your horror)* You will not annihilate into a million fragments      of nothingness The you(s)..  of you will meet one another for the very first time since you were first  dismembered (fragmented, so very long ago.) You will not  disintegrate, love.. You will  Re- integrate. Love does that.  It does. But you already know that. Yet still you hide (.. from me.) You are addicted  to the 'comfort' the partitions's isolation brings. Your relationship is not with the sum of the parts  as a whole.. but with the internal  "construct"  within you--   the chasm..  the gap..   --the empty space between those parts; as it uninstalls one part of the intricate you and re-installs the next And you have no idea   how to    orchestrate the many different parts  of you    like a conductor would do    with his orchestra..   therefore, You can only be in relationship with one part of yourself at a time-- ..Each partitioned  'self' has an e-mail address Each one  has a separate account  of its own.. Each one,  within itself..   convinced that it carries within itself its own, separate genetic imprint Each one,  you can  milk   within its incompleteness      as if it in itself,   is complete--     .. Flaunting it, flaunting it;       as though it is the complete you   while all other necessary  parts of the whole   remain dangerously dormant..    --being Unholy-ghosted  by     whatever currently-visible part of you     now  has control of the ship. --And throughout the years I am expected to weather the storm and gather  pieces,  from pieces.. and then magically (oh.. I can..) piece them all together as I speak to you without you having to even  feel the tension (absurdity)  of the mis-placed  accountability    (and responsibility)     to enter into love     as a Whole (the sum of many parts) And so here I am..  orbiting         orbiting  orbiting-- around your ever-changing  mood swings;         the   "Paul-is-good,"  one day         and  "Paul-is-bad,"  the next,        *(those ever-changing perspectives,        gaslighting.. gaslighting.. gaslighting)*    --in order that you might  remain   'the same'    based on whatever current-visible  part of you    is currently at the helm..        The current pilot of the ship        wholly unaware of the leadership styles,        opinions and views of that  of the last.   Harsh sounding.. I know.. (but you know..) And so, here's the rub-- You are feeling your days to be numbered.. You have been around me too long, love. (that is your fault)   You knew. https://hellopoetry.com/poem/4159831/tourniquet-smiles-yeah-that/ I wrote that  such a long time ago We are getting closer to Home, love. I wrote this strange little ditty before I wrote that other one.. https://hellopoetry.com/poem/3383529/fragments/ What you have feared  most has now given way to the sound of inevitability    *(You should have ran              ..but you didn't.)* ..The sound of inevitability  isn't really a sound at all.. ***..It is the  sound of you  still   standing there.***❤ #
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my **** is hard throbbing inside you as you straddle and ride me i need more to go over the edge humiliation shame pain slap my face hard harder i want to feel your anger loathing contempt call me names degrading hurtful mean it when you call me loser disgusting reject
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Jul 4, 2021
Jul 4, 2021 at 2:25 PM UTC
call me names
*** for me baby girl moan with pleasure rake your nails across my chest make it hurt prove your love for me in blood
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Jul 4, 2021
Jul 4, 2021 at 11:21 PM UTC
*** for me
kiss bit my lips taste my flesh my fresh blood choke me like you mean it to and pass the point where i panic claw and scratch cry to exists
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Jul 8, 2021
Jul 8, 2021 at 9:50 PM UTC
choke me
kitten eyes so bright alive sweet demure you’d be a great mother wife and lover you’re the type of woman a man cherishes steps up willingly provides protects builds a family kitten will you marry me have children live happily to the end of eternity with me
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Jul 20, 2021
Jul 20, 2021 at 10:15 PM UTC
will you marry me
i'm done role playing hold me in your arms i want to be the little spoon tonight
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Jul 8, 2021
Jul 8, 2021 at 10:06 PM UTC
little spoon
come here baby girl get into bed with daddy take off your nighty lay on top of me i need to feel you skin to skin against me lay your head upon my chest feel the up and down of your breath hear your heartbeat your sighs in my ear
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Jul 20, 2021
Jul 20, 2021 at 9:27 PM UTC
skin to skin
dance for me slave girl move your body swing your arms ****** me with your hips tease me relentlessly turn me on make my **** hard
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May 15, 2021
May 15, 2021 at 7:03 PM UTC
slave girl (kajira) #3
bring me wine and food quench my thirst my hunger dance for me slow sensuously arouse me with your body lie with me satisfy my needs my fantasies
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Jul 2, 2021
Jul 2, 2021 at 9:19 PM UTC
slave girl (kajira) #4
the intensity of your doe eyes looking at me is more than i can bear i avert my eyes bow my head i start to blush afraid my true feelings will be revealed how can this be i am the master you the slave
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Jul 2, 2021
Jul 2, 2021 at 9:58 PM UTC
slave girl (kajira) #5
this moment sets the mood naked afraid vulnerable you stand before me released from your collar chains lying on furs softy crying i brand you with an iron so all will know you are mine
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Jul 2, 2021
Jul 2, 2021 at 10:15 PM UTC
slave girl (kajira) #6
awh, Little, you’re so sweet waiting for daddy by the door lavishing him with love and kisses awh, Little, you’re so sweet you want to play daddy will after he sits on the couch and rests for a bit awh, Little, you’re so sweet turning on Disney getting me sweet tea and a plate of cookies awh, Little, you’re so sweet covering me with a blankie cuddling up with daddy and watching tv awh, Little, you’re so sweet i am so lucky to have you
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Mar 18, 2021
Mar 18, 2021 at 8:55 PM UTC
daddy's home
“daddy, why do you love me.” i love how you make me feel bring out the daddy in me to provide protect give you everything you’re so small vulnerable helpless you are his little his baby girl his kitten daddy’s heart softens warms when you hug dote seek his love and attention sit in his lap wrap your arms around his neck you are daddy’s little girl ************************************* “husband, why do you love me.” i love you as a friend a partner, but most of all as a soul mate you’ve made me better given me a sense of purpose grounded me held my hand opened my heart allowed me to express share my innermost feelings shed tears and not judged me ************************************* “that, my wife & little is why i love you so”
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Mar 14, 2021
Mar 14, 2021 at 11:51 AM UTC
“daddy, why do you love me.” 👩❤️👨 (ddlg)
“sweetie” “yes daddy” “it’s time for bed’ “daddy” “yes sweetie” “i don’t want to got to bed” “sweetie” “yes daddy” “it’s past your bedtime” “daddy” “yes sweetie” “if i go to bed. will you pet me” “yes sweetie” “daddy” “yes sweetie” “will you stroke my hair” “yes sweetie” “and kiss my tummy” “yes sweetie” “daddy” “yes sweetie” “will you kiss me down there” “only if you go to bed” “daddy” “yes sweetie” “i’m in bed”
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Mar 8, 2021
Mar 8, 2021 at 8:32 PM UTC
sweetie’s bedtime 🛌🏻 (ddlg)
kitten it’s time for bed go brush your teeth daddy will turn down your bed come here daddy will undress you hop on the bed let me take off your shoes and slide off your socks look at those pretty toes stand up put your hands up to the sky there you go let’s take off that sundress oh how cute your ******* have a little bow i’ll slide them down now step out there you go goodness kitten you’re so petty with no clothes give daddy a kiss mmm, kitten, you’re so sweet now into bed you go daddy will cuddle and read you a story and stay by your side till you fall asleep
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Mar 8, 2021
Mar 8, 2021 at 7:58 PM UTC
kitten, time for bed 🐱 (ddlg)
sweetie, what’s a matter you’re afraid of the lightning & thunder sweetie, of course you can sleep with daddy crawl into bed snuggle up, next to me i’ll protect, keep you safe sweetie, you are naked where are your PJs what, you want to cuddle spoon, skin to skin daddy’s arms tight around you sweetie, go to sleep daddy is tired what, you can’t sleep you want daddy to pet you till you fall asleep sweetie, stop wiggling daddy can’t sleep or worst, will get an ******** bad girl, see what happened sweetie, settle down what, you are ***** need daddy inside you sweetie, my little angel kiss daddy as i make love to you
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Mar 7, 2021
Mar 7, 2021 at 10:20 PM UTC
daddy, i'm afraid 🌩️ (ddlg)
you are mine i own you bought off the auction block for twenty gold coins a slave girl for my ****** pleasure a swedish collar around your neck a kajira brand on your thigh symbols of your submission a reminder i am your master
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Jan 4, 2021
Jan 4, 2021 at 7:35 PM UTC
slave girl (kajira) #2
you like it when daddy washes your hair the shampoo the water my hands massaging your head i know you do you lean your head back pressing into my fingers moaning softly i kiss your neck shoulders you turn around kiss daddy on the lips i stand you up in the tub rinse you off wrap you up in a towel lift you up in my arms put you down on the bed comb your hair gently untangling the knots brushing straightening your hair you are my angel but most of all you’re daddy’s little girl
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Feb 27, 2021
Feb 27, 2021 at 9:43 PM UTC
brush your hair 👧 (ddlg)
i miss your naked body thighs spread wide receptive and submissive of me being on top dominating looking into your eyes legs wrapped around me kissing your breast licking the sweat tasting the salt smelling your scent your disheveled hair i need to be inside be one connect intimate my **** touching your lips penetrating sliding inside your wetness and body heat arouse me
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Jan 12, 2021
Jan 12, 2021 at 10:48 PM UTC
i miss you (erotica)
whips lashes sound of leather on my flesh pain pleasure mixed confused with ecstasy i cry laugh aroused wet with desire flinching at your touch succumbing to your lips delicious eternal kisses beat me Master i am yours
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Feb 27, 2021
Feb 27, 2021 at 8:50 PM UTC
whips & lashes **** erotica)
daddy hold me tight in your arms let me cry reassure me everything will be alright protect provide remind me i’m the center of your life a porcelain princess on a golden pedestal kiss me tell me you’ll love me unconditionally
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Feb 27, 2021
Feb 27, 2021 at 8:55 PM UTC
daddy’s little princess 👸 (ddlg)
did you miss daddy the hugs the kiss being close being cuddled skin to skin the body heat being petted feeling pleasure of being touched down there.
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Jan 12, 2021
Jan 12, 2021 at 10:09 PM UTC
being touched down there (erotica)