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 Nov 2015 Rassy
Mikayla
11 a.m.
 Nov 2015 Rassy
Mikayla
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I sat silently.
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I typed frantically.
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I thought loudly
But
all I heard
All they heard
All you heard
Was
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 Nov 2015 Rassy
mmikee
Can't break the pretense
it's what keeps me straying
Can't really help but keep it
to spill will fill nothing but hatred

holding the act just a little bit
just maybe someone may see it
not from you but maybe
just a little and maybe you...

laughing and squealing our heart out
I almost asked it, almost say it
what was it, where did it began?
always dazing, that was me fallin'

what are "we" really?
maybe there ain't we
just me and you
nothing more than two.
 Nov 2015 Rassy
Lilly frost
Pray for Paris?
Why not pray for the world
Each city
Every country
Each province and state
They pray for Paris
Like they should
But pray for the world
And every hero that stood
Pray for the blood of innocence spilt
For this war of belief and silt
Pray for the world in this game of money and power
Pray for the world
To stop these extremes
You can keep your beliefs
But taking innocent lives?
Those people crossed the lines
Not all Muslims are evil
Not all roses are red
So pray for the world
For all who are dying
For all who are dead
 Nov 2015 Rassy
Angie
You loved me until the star dust
Spilled from my body onto the floor
And the galaxies spinning inside of me
Crashed out of control
 Nov 2015 Rassy
Ellis Reyes
In Battalion,
Misery is served in a thousand ways.

Misery is served in buckets of rain
and hours of wind.
Unyielding, soul-******* cold and wet.
Porous jungle boots that invite the frigid water in and soften your feet for a relentless 30 mile march.

Misery is served in a stifling aircraft flying Nap of the Earth.
A nauseating rollercoaster ride that never fails to elicit
chain reaction vomiting from the paratroopers rigged to jump.

Misery is served at pool PT
When your arms and legs feel like lead
and drowning is a better alternative
than the aquatic torture that you’re enduring.

Misery is served during blistering Company runs
led by the Commander
who was a college decathlete.
Runs where the strongest of us
pulled aside, emptied our stomachs,
and rejoined the formation.

Misery is served by no warning alerts
separating families and lovers
for indefinite periods,
sometimes forever.

Misery is served by the Spec 4 Mafia
Unleashing Hell on new Rangers
testing their threshold for ****.

Misery is served by road marches, prickly heat,
Black Palm, and sawgrass. It’s served by desert heat,
Arctic cold, and the stench of the world’s worst places.

Misery is served by the loss of brothers in war and training,
gone too soon to join the Great Ranger in the Sky.

Through it all, misery hardened my body and strengthened my soul.
It made me a warrior and ushered me into a Brotherhood that will be with me until we all sit at the great table in Valhalla.

So on this Veteran’s Day
Embrace the ****
Endure the pain
Invite the Misery
For that’s what makes us
Men amongst Men

Rangers Lead The Way.
 Nov 2015 Rassy
May E V Watson
My skin is frying, I can't stop crying, I feel like I'm dying.
Your touch soothes my fever, your arms hold me together, your bed is my grave.
...
  This flame of desire inside me burning so bright,
only you can save me on this night.
...
Here I lay dripping with desire,
for your arrival to calm my fire.
  Fill me, tempt me, push me to the limit,
with your burning, chilling touch of Frostbite,
Please save me this night!
...
Call me your "Good Girl", pet me, Play,
withdraw your heat and watch me sway,
Please Sir, don't take this blissful feeling away.
...
I wait on my knees by your side,
Not because I am expected to,
but because it is where I feel safest.
...
**** me roughly, love me tenderly
Strip me bare till there's nothing left, build me up and tear me apart
In your calloused hands, I place my tender heart.
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Gree has moved away and I was turned to the Dom/sub culture shortly beforehand. I just started having the words stick in my head and wanted to say them somewhere.  
  This is unfinished as of yet and I will be adding to in in the coming weeks as inspiration hits.
 Nov 2015 Rassy
Urmila
I don't know how to live without you,
I'm not saying it isn't possible,
I just don't know how

You came in quietly, no trumpets and drums,
But you made a stir, inside, where only silence lived,
I don't know how

You made me smile, you made me cry, happy tears too,
You made me believe, in goodness, in a mentality I thought had long gone,
I don't know how

You made my favourite song sound more melodious,
You wasted time, chasing cars, around our heads,
I don't know how

You told me some secrets, you began to let me in,
I messed it up, with glimpses of my filthy heart,
I don't know how

You showed me things, I'd already seen,
In a world, I thought only I was privy to,
I don't know how

You became an extension of me,
I became an extension of you, feeling your pain and happiness,
I don't know how

You made me believe we can be invincible,
From my strength, you became a strong weakness, but still a strength,
I don't know how

I should let you go,
I know we can't be,
I know it's ugly,
I know you care,
I know this life - is not one we can share,
But you gave me so much,
And I, just hurt you in return,
Sorry seems to be the hardest word,
And not nearly enough,
To sum up my love and repent

So all I say to myself,
I must live without you,
I must let you live too,
I just don't know how to live without you,
I'm not saying it isn't possible,
I just don't know how
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