#exciting
I’m getting a new computer tomorrow
I love my tech about as much as I love my boyfriend
It’s M5 chip, 10 CPUs, neural processors and GPUs
will mostly idle away as I ***** for the right words
but they won’t show their impatience - no -
they won’t sigh and tap their toes like a boyfriend.
I’m getting a new computer tomorrow
I’ll love it’s bright, starlight, smooth and flawless skin
maybe not quite as much as I do when I’m groping him
but I’ll sigh with delight as I run my fingers over its form
few things in life completely delight and please me
I know one or two - and one of them will be brand new.
.
.
A song for this:
Joburg jam by Pogo
Nobody by Kate Earl
Mar 10
Mar 10, 2026 at 7:45 AM UTC
Nothing has ever been built this completely by a single creator with dedication, focus.
The visual, auditory, and literary elements connect. Every stroke of paint, every musical note, every line of dialogue belongs to the same coherent, cohesive, living universe.
And yes, characters actually die and stay dead. (Star Wars: Bletch. I was a lifelong fan of the original trilogy until that nonsense.)
I talked previously about the irreplaceable nature of my actual combat experience — the fact that I’ve actually done martial arts, ring fighting, boxing, wrestling, sword training. I’ve put on the armor. I’ve ridden the horses. I know it at a level that no one else who has ever written about it knows. I am an active-duty combat veteran.
Okay, setting all that aside: even if I didn’t have that, it would still be better, because the plot is better, the individual motives of the characters are better, the character arcs themselves are better, the plot arc is stronger, more exciting, and better. The characters are deeper, as well as more relatable. There’s more to the whole body of the work — how and where it most counts.
Consider this: I not only wrote the books, edited them, and published them myself, but I also created drawings, paintings, digital renderings, sculptures, and animations of all the characters. I also created a full-length symphony and choral soundtrack of all original music compositions.
Nobody else has done that. All they did was create a manuscript, get it to an editor and a publisher, and then get the funding behind the project.
The only thing I’m lacking is the one major thing all those so-called greats had: financial backing and a foot in the door or a silver spoon in the mouth. The hype machine is the only thing I’m lacking. I’ve done more than all of them combined by the first half of book one, hands down. Don’t believe me? Buy it and read it. The only thing I don’t have is the hype.
I’m winning the case for Worlds of Within being the greatest and best universe ever created, and I’m proving it the best way possible — by putting in the real blood, sweat, and tears. Why is it so much better, and how? On every single level. The time, the care, the patience, the love that went into it is greater than any other author who’s ever even attempted it.
No universe, not Star Wars, not Marvel, not Tolkien’s name-list walkabout, not Martin’s unfinished mid-tier burnout, not Herbert’s eighty-three repetitive, useless, unwanted rehashes. Rowling, with her more-than-borderline plagiarism and theft — no original ideas, no original concepts, nothing from Hogwarts to the wands to witches on brooms. It’s all from older material.
This work does not have a single chosen one in it. No worn-out tropes, ever. It’s not a lame “magic fixes everything” cop-out either. Nor is it a dressed-up rip-off of known myths or folklore. Definitely not a horrendous, unreadable, punishing, inane slog of boring Tolkien and Martin-style phone book lists of bad fantasy names.
I mean really? A name? That’s your whole character? One name, once, filler space — why should I care?
Nothing has ever been built this completely, with this much intelligence, planning, skill, and care. Not by any other single creator in all of recorded history. Nothing comes close to my dedication and focus. And all of it from someone with class, style, and a high standard. But the best part? Zero compromises.
Give it a try and tell me if you didn’t enjoy it more than all those other versions of “Barney with a sword.”
Oct 8, 2025
Oct 8, 2025 at 4:28 PM UTC
Oh wondrous days of youth's sweet grace,
When laughter danced across my face.
Each simple joy, a treasure rare,
In whispered winds, mystery was there.
The world was bright, a canvas wide,
With beauty found on every side.
In every leaf and starry night,
That wonder still lives, to my delight.
So let me grasp those moments dear,
For in my soul, they still appear.
With open arms, I will create,
The wonder things had when I was just eight.
Aug 2, 2025
Aug 2, 2025 at 7:19 AM UTC
My stomach churns
And my fingers ache
My brain screams
My heart shakes
I am deeply sick
In anxious anticipation
Of all the worlds I will write
May 14, 2025
May 14, 2025 at 3:50 AM UTC
I'll take you to Love Street
In a Heart Beat
If you wanna Go
You only need to Know
This is the only Key
To BE with Me
In a Special Place
Where Lovers Embrace
The Thought of YOU Loving Me
Is really EXCITING
DESTINATION LOVE STREET
IN A HEART BEAT.
© Debra Lea Ryan
12.09.2024
☀♥ƸӜƷ✿♬
Sep 11, 2024
Sep 11, 2024 at 7:37 PM UTC
a week ago wednesday
and here we are, here i am,
begging and bruised and
bursting at every touch;
the gentle threat of promises
that are not uttered
but seep in, somehow,
through the sensitive skin of my thighs
and into my bloodstream,
begging to be realized
and i dream of giants and gems on your pillow;
my mouth is consistently
failing me, and the promises hide behind
my teeth as you pry them open
with your tongue--
i melt the confessions into your
bed sheets and close my eyes
to dream
Mar 7, 2024
Mar 7, 2024 at 4:25 PM UTC
no sunset tonight
clouds cover the grand parade
of the dyeing of the light
today will end with a whisper
not a shout
we will not notice the passing
of a time we won't remember
to forget
no tears of sorrow or laughter
or regret
nothing exciting ever seems
to happen on a Wednesday
Feb 3, 2024
Feb 3, 2024 at 9:29 PM UTC
It's Pouring Ova here, Its falling..
Just look at the rain you've allowed..
It's raining , it fills my room...
This rain inspires though its pouring lightly..
It increases gently..
You said you can feel it too.
The rain is growing flowers, in my room..
The grass grows with energy..
Pouring within me respectively..
Raining... I can still hear you saying.. its raining for you too.
Overwhelmingly....
abundantly.. fun while... dancing meaningfully.
Rain.. Raining excites destiny.. Pouring fully..
Spilling from my room...
Sunlight above the cloud as its pouring.. Blissfully..
So luxuriously. keep raining..Over me..
keep pouring..
keep falling sweetly..
Raining.. Inside.. Raining outside.. Love reigns...Beautifully..
Such Rains...
a Good thang..
SelinaSharday_H.E.R#POETRY 2022......S.A.M
Dec 7, 2022
Dec 7, 2022 at 8:32 AM UTC
If one man stands that can't be defeated,
it's Um Pow! Um Pow!
Even with his hands tied to both his feet,
it's Um Pow! Um Pow -
He battled many men in a great big war,
and now he's even stronger than ever before!
If one man stands that can't be beaten,
it's Um Pow! Um Pow!
CRASH BAM BOOM SPLAT BING BANG WOW!!
It's Um Pow! Um Pow!
Smasin bashin everything he can,
it's Um Pow! Um Pow, right now!
He'll take you down with a flyin punch!
Karate kick you in the stomach,
make you lose your lunch!
O My holy cow! Look out -
It's Um Pow!
"Um?" POW!!!
Apr 22, 2021
Apr 22, 2021 at 8:41 PM UTC
I could rule the world
I could make the waves of life calm
The birds would chirp
The sun would shine
The world would be more alive
If you were mine.
Apr 7, 2021
Apr 7, 2021 at 4:37 PM UTC
My mind:
Filled with memories
Of unkind
And remedies
For pain
My brain:
Is going insane
By the very thought
Of any distraught
Coming to you
It's a war in here,
I need you dear
Mar 10, 2021
Mar 10, 2021 at 2:04 PM UTC
Is it worth it? After all we have done
And all that's been done to us.
Can we pretend darkness doesn't exist.
Fall without fearing the risk..
As if for the first time again
After all we have done and all that's been done to us.
Cause I am falling more with every lingering kiss
As you press close to me I forget about the risk.
Your touch is a harmony
Skin to skin, a perfect symphony
The warmth of you delights me
Your eyes are my sanctity
A sanctuary of a musical harmony
May 12, 2020
May 12, 2020 at 11:21 PM UTC
When I see you I can’t help but smile
The look in your eyes is to die for
And that gorgeous radiant laugh can be heard for miles
You leave your business card in my shoe when I visit
I still have each and every one
When I’m not around, I miss it
I draw hearts on your calendar when you look away
I love when you find them
It makes my day
And no matter what happens you know I love you
That regardless of anything
Or the distance that grew
You’ll always be with me until the end
And I’ll always be here
For my lovely best friend
Dec 29, 2019
Dec 29, 2019 at 2:38 AM UTC
Nerve wracking,
Gritted teeth
Shattering,
Fascinating and
Exhilerating.
A kid in a toy store,
Overwhelmed and
Joyous, I can
Feel the magic
Surrounding you.
Violet hue around
A face of blue,
No one wears excitement
Like you do.
How I want to kiss you.
My hands aching,
You’re breathtaking.
Touch me so that
I may stop shaking.
I’m yours for the taking.
Oct 18, 2019
Oct 18, 2019 at 1:50 PM UTC
Summer always was my trigger season
the time were always everything would change
my heart got broken more than once this year
every time you made me feel worthless another piece broke
this cruel summer
I have cried over everything that ever happened to us
I have died about everything that ever happend to me
I have learned how much my own happiness means to me
and that the happiness I always saw in us was dead
loving you was like selfharm,
I know how bad it was and still I could never leave
I needed you to leave first so I could see how much it changed me
the secret sharing stopped, you weren't my favourite person anymore
I wasn't my favourite person anymore
this summer everything changed
I've learned my first crush will be nothing than just a teenage crush
and that it's okay to cry over someone who isn't good for you
this summer I learned it's okay to feel totally ****** up
and that feeling like you are 16 again is totally fine
there is this new someone with beautiful rare eyes and an insanely beautiful smile who I can share my secrets with and be myself with
it's crazy how I can feel more loved and more special with you
you learned me
I am not too much and I deserve to be loved for everything that is me
Aug 26, 2019
Aug 26, 2019 at 11:30 AM UTC
I’m loving these wealth vibrations
Through my body coursing
Filling me with warm sensations
Strong and reinforcing
Like sunshine lightly on my skin
Making that day brighter
Warming my soul from deep within
Making burdens lighter
Power surging, hope inviting
Filling me completely
Dreams are coming, quite exciting
Wealthy vibes warm sweetly
Jun 3, 2019
Jun 3, 2019 at 2:39 PM UTC
Im now 20,
and sympathize those in the same age category as me
----
The painful
insanely, mechanical yet dizzying push to be
--something --
titles, names, high status nothingness
Yet, we search
every corner we turn to
say
Is this it?
Security, Purpose, a treasure trove of possibility
find me - you - me - you see?
Did you land here on my lap, perfectly?
Today this is it
But, then Tomorrow blows up
Like an a unpredictable field mine.
In my precious heart, that thought it knew
it was right, right?
And this pressure crushes me
And somedays I feel so lonely
Yet, this insane pressure
To be this mold
And hold this space to be a list
And the uncertainty
Unfamiliarity
It literally crushes me
In it's silence, yet ferocious noise that pounds in my skull
The wild voice,
It drives us insane,
And drains me with this internal pain
That 'I will never be enough'
That....
--money, not enough
-- my schooling, not enough
-- my experience, not enough
-- my materials, not enough
-- my social circle, not enough
And this pain of enoughness is stuffing me with fear
So I try to turn every direction
Scattered, and seared with this
Deep insanity to grab it all
Yet, we sometimes fill ourselves with doubt
that pushes us to a dangerous, unforgiving - edgde
Yet, after being broken down by the day
vulnerablity blossoms
Honestly, I say - where do I go?
Now?
I search, plea, beg..
I grip tightly,
asking - pleading for guidance
Apr 2, 2019
Apr 2, 2019 at 9:43 PM UTC
What I can't seem to figure out
Is that
When I look at you
My heart lights up
It burns bright and fierce
Sharp and strong and thrilling
And yet
My mouth turns down
My eyes frown
And the singing flame in my heart
Burns like shame across my cheeks
The gears in my head freeze
Even as my heart begins to melt
My flesh crawls
Even as it tingles
At the thought
Of you on my skin
I want you close
Even as I want you far
I want to let you in
But I can't
Mar 23, 2019
Mar 23, 2019 at 7:35 AM UTC