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 Jun 2020 Scot
 Jun 2020 Scot
Shackled, and chained.
I’ve never felt so free.
You’ve awakened this primal instinct in me.

Burned, and bruised.
Tormented, and used.
I'm yours to abuse.

I kneel,
At your feet,
Waiting for command.
Waiting for the slightest gesture granted from your hand.

I look down.
My hands in lap.
l am at your will,
Waiting for your finger’s snap.

With hair pulled back--
Gathered in your hands.

And cheeks warm--
Caressed by your voice.

Lips are wet--
Touched by yours.

Cleaning, and cooking.
Almost every day.
Folding, and preparing.
Doing whatever you say.

I'm yours;
I'm branded with your name.
I'm bonded to you,
No matter what,
And I stand unashamed.
 Apr 2020 Scot
Black Lilacs
 Apr 2020 Scot
Black Lilacs
blooming -

a blossoming
of grief -

dark fallen pollen
on the breeze -

I can see it falling
all around me -

there on the wall
for us to see -

April will be
the cruelest of them all.
“ April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land...

I will show you fear in a handful of dust...

...And other withered stumps of time
Were told upon the walls;...”

T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land, 1922.
 Mar 2020 Scot
Rupert Pip
 Mar 2020 Scot
Rupert Pip
Break my bones;
cut my throat.
Pull me open,
learn the ropes.

Breath me in;
taste the fear.
Shank my skin;
stand and cheer.

Kick my head;
let me bleed.
Unbolt my veins;
enjoy the read.

Gouge my eyes;
punch my face.
Wrap me up
in your embrace.
Get to know me like I do you; inside and out.
 Mar 2020 Scot
Fall In Love.
 Mar 2020 Scot
No, I don't fall in love
'cause I don't wanna fall.
Yeah, I mute my phone
'cause I don't want a call.
You say so little, yet you think
that you're a know-it-all.
I won't fall in love
'cause I can't give my all.
I can't move on in life
'cause now I always stall.
I'm a human being, yet
you treat me like a doll.
I try to act so cool, but
I've got no life at all.
I won't fall in love 'cause
that means I've gotta fall.
 Mar 2020 Scot
I am an artist
I draw my life.
I am a teacher
I teach my steps.
I am a doctor
I treat my destiny.
I am a lawyer
I judge my actions.
I am a builder
I build my success.
I am a translator
I translate my opinion.
I am a  photographer
I take  my memories.
I am a writer
I write my future.
I am a chef
I cook my mood.
I am a businesswoman
I manage myself.
 Mar 2020 Scot
On water.
 Mar 2020 Scot
Do you ever feel confuse about what should you do when all you can do is nothing at all?
 Mar 2020 Scot
Stained Glass
 Mar 2020 Scot
Stained Glass
The version of me you created in your mind is not my responsibility.
 Mar 2020 Scot
 Mar 2020 Scot
My release doesn’t lie
In the blood that stains
Your carpet,
Or the tears that soak into
Your pillow,
Or the screams that pierce
The still night calm,
Not even in the **** that
Snakes into my senses,

Wishing to melt into
Whatever I was before
Star light emanating from

Old light pulsing from the new skies

(I want to see myself in that light
A time before I gave in to the night)
Emptiness drains , but I think it’s because I have a lot of time on my hands to think rn.
 Mar 2020 Scot
 Mar 2020 Scot
and i said goodbye
through filtered glass
my hand
a shadow
my voice
a blur
i chased you
and you met my gaze
until you were gone, completely
a quarter-past three
the end of
you and me
 Mar 2020 Scot
She was sleeping but wasn’t tired -
simply cozy and warm
and happy to be by his side.

There wasn’t anywhere to go, anyway.
Even if she fought through the rain
(and the wind - you don’t hear enough
about the wind these days, always fleeting)
we were, well, quarantined.

He was everywhere,
like dust on shelves,
like pop hits on the radio,
like fake news on television.

During trying times,
to be cozy and warm,
well fed and by his side
was more than enough.
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