a casual comment
uttered by a stranger
felt better
than an entire childhood
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What truth
Do you hope to find
Scrying into oblivion?
This moment
Holds more depth
Than yesterday’s silence
To search
Is to destroy
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Want to see?
Want to see what it’s like to be me?
Held firm
By an internal decree
A child’s plea
Begging to be understood
Begging for should
Accepting what could be done
No fun
No sun
A fantasy discarded
Lambasted
Contrasted
Plastered by a bastard
Those memories lasted
Despite all effort
Resonating through time
A drunken crime
By human slime
Barely tame
Internal shame
Contemplating blame
Dualistic probabilities
Hostilities causing liabilities
My capabilities prohibited
My disabilities exhibited
My responsibilities limited
Limitation
Commiseration
Cessation
Mental castration
Not to win
Just to fit in
To control sin
To begin again
With the chagrin of my skin
Dulled by gin
Lulled into a stupor
A survival trouper
With one mission
Granting admission
To the child within
The beguiled one
The half mild one
The defiled one
A wild one
Seeking a gun
For some momentary fun
For you, me, and everyone
Dark thoughts
A catalyst
An internal antagonist
But don’t worry
It’s just a story
A fiction
Momentary glory
A bestowment of a moment
A direct line
From a past in decline
I’m no longer prime
No longer mine
No
Please stop
Please don’t
Don’t stop?
He won’t stop
Never did
My words as memory
My words as curse
Painful flashback
Of a smack
A shack
Of blackness I can’t track
Down that path lies an abyss
Oh, so easy to dismiss
Focus on the kiss
Focus on the bliss
Just don’t reminisce
Else it’s just psychotherapy
Spoken lethargy
Pills as energy
Wills to pay the bills
Because didn’t you know the past kills?
But I’ll last
Today’s a contrast
A sky overcast
A rainbow diet, a fast
Focus on the good
Focus on the wow
Focus on the now
Problem is,
I don’t know how
Thoughts like locusts
Focused moments
Total destruction
Mental construction
Limited production
But that’s the point right?
Act tight
Think light
Avoid the night
Focus on the might
And get functional
Make my presence stomach-able
I’ll fit in
After social conditioning
Personality change
To the acceptable range
Not to what I would have been
Not to what should have been seen
Just a benchmark to glean
A dependency to wean
Getting off, on getting off
Abstaining as control
Life’s toll
So droll
A new personality
A twisted mentality
Complete with an acceptable morality
Born of brutality
A beastly formality
A childhood totality
Obsessed reality
A focus compressed
To a past expressed
As present solidarity
To the commonality
A survivor’s modality
Truth is,
I’m not alone
There are many broken homes
Many similar pleas
Boys thinking they’re she’s
Girls dreaming of degrees
Only to freeze
Triggered by a sleaze
Just a look of displease
Is all it takes
To land us back on our knees
A war eternal
Repeated in a journal
Blaming the external
For pain internal
There is no end
A rumination of pain
A brain stain
A drain of focus
A struggle to attain
To abstain
Life’s a circle
A cycle to break
To break-free of
So, the question remains
Do you still want to know me?
Do you still want to see?
Or is this all just a fantasy?
A compassionate conspiracy
Or an unwitting enquiry
Just back out politely
That’s what I do
Dissociative mental crew
Dig deep
Mental leap
Back to the creep
Back to me feeling like sheep
Just another cheap reap
Just another statistical bleep
I weep
Hiding in sleep
Hiding in myself
With a cold disposition
To your inquisition
And sanitised a presentation
A social prohibition
A DSM condition
My worst symptom?
Oversharing admission
A granted commission
Disguised by a mission of ambition
To thrive
To survive
To stay alive
Ah,
Such lofty goals
How I can be so blithe?
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Why does it feel like I’m all alone?
Like my house isn’t my home,
Like I’m running from the unknown?
Why does it feel like it shouldn’t be this way
Like my nerves are on display,
Like I’m living as prey?
Why does it feel like my mind’s full of trash?
Like my intentions are ash,
Like I’m hoarding my father’s stash?
Why does it feel like I’m under attack?
Like my actions lack,
Like I’m waiting for a smack?
Why does it feel like it will never end?
Like my words offend,
Like I’m expected to pretend?
Why does it feel like everyone is lying?
Like my dreams are dying,
Like I’m only supported when crying?
Why does it feel like these words aren’t enough
Like my life isn’t so rough,
Like I’m creating demons from fluff?
Why does it feel like I’m a total fraud?
Like my soul just wants you to applaud,
Like I’m fundamentally flawed?
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what we had
together
was but a pleasant dream
real
only while asleep
yet merely
a phantasm
upon waking
your perfume
forgotten
a nightly fancy
turned nightmare
the stark morning light
now
smells grim
upon waking
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something
must be wrong
with you
how else
would you
see worth
in me
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Grimy, gross, and greasy,
The god of gluttony gesticulates gladly,
‘Eat me, enjoy me, immerse yourself in me.
For I am what you want.
For I am what you desire’.
Guilt and pleasure stand side by side,
Beckoning you to consume more.
The delicious poison tempts,
Tantalises, and teases your tastebuds.
Tactically taunting,
Telling your tummy that it's almost time.
Quickly,
You take your first bite and think,
‘Meh it’s alright’.
But then it hits you,
The cravings pull you in.
The voice of reason says,
‘No, never, no more, no way, not again!’
But you can’t stop.
It’s already too late.
It’s got you.
You're hooked,
Addicted,
Dependant,
Strung out.
Your family and friends begin to fret.
With added fervour they furiously try to force
feed you fantastically fresh fruit.
This attempt is frivolous,
The fructose filled feast fails.
You feign interest and say,
‘Fair thee well’.
For your heart, mind, and soul will now, and forever be, a consumer.
The fast food has you.
It's yours and you’re its.
An unholy matrimony,
A marriage of consumption,
And you don't want a divorce.
Till death do you part.
So, act now or forever hold your peace.
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You say you love me,
But you don’t know me,
Not the full me,
Not every part of me,
Not as I really am.
You say I should open up,
That I should share,
That I should let you in,
Into my inner world,
Into my mind, my emotions, my everything.
You say you will accept me,
But that’s a lie,
You don’t know me,
Not all of me,
Not the parts you haven’t seen.
Do you know yourself well enough?
How will you react to me?
What will you do when I show you?
What will you think of my darkness?
My pain? My weaknesses? My desires?
No.
You only accept the parts you’ve seen.
Then you make assumptions,
Of yourself,
And of me.
That I’m not that bad,
That there isn’t much more,
That embarrassment holds me back,
That you can save me,
And that you would want to.
It is safer to hide,
To show a just little,
Just the parts that are acceptable,
The parts I have practiced,
The parts that work.
You don’t love me,
You just love those parts,
You just love the surface,
Your love hasn’t touched the depths,
It never will.
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Erotica, R-18+
One hand
around your throat,
the other
inside you,
as I stare
into your eyes
and pin you
against my bedroom wall
growling the words,
“Tonight
you
are all
mine.”
This poem is from the book, Kink, Volume 3.
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Erotica, R-18+
Black leather
and hard steel
encircle soft flesh.
A physical symbol
of a spiritual connection.
Ownership
expressed as a promise;
‘When this padlock
clicks shut,
everything else
will begin
to unlock.
By binding your body
I will tame your mind
and in doing so
I will free your soul.
All you need do
is kneel
and accept
my gift.’
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Erotica, R-18+
my pronoun
is whore
because i want more
because pleasure
is my core
because i adore
your hands
around my throat
forcing my knees
to the floor
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Erotica, R-18+
exploring
the depths
of the flesh
by connecting
to the divine
a prayer
of pleasure
a wave
of metaphysical ecstasy
hinting at heaven
hinting at eternity
found through union
with one another
with oneness itself
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Erotica, R-18+
Effective bratting
is an artform.
Knowing
how far to push
in order
to be pleasured
with pain.
Knowing
where the line is
between the attainment
of funishment
and true punishment.
Knowing
what rules are meant to be broken
and what rules must be obeyed
then
breaking them anyway.
For the look
for the connection
for the control
for the choice
for the domination
for the submission
for the taming of the will
and proving the inability to do so.
Effective bratting
is the embodiment
of the inherent contradiction
between submission
and freedom.
It is the playing of the game
against oneself.
It is a coy smile,
it is the knowing look.
It is words spoken through gritted teeth,
timed to the beat of a hand on flesh;
‘You may set the rules
but I get to choose
obedience
or fun
Consequences be damned.
Go ahead
punish me.
You know I’ll enjoy it.’
Effective bratting
is a challenge
to another
to somehow
control your chaos
long enough
to make you
choose
submission
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Erotica, R-18+
i dare you
to delve
into your depravity
to divulge
your dirtiest deeds
to debase yourself
with the devilish delights
and delicious debaucheries
born of danger
born of desire
born of the dark discussions
of lovers
who are living
only to die
daily
in the depths of one another’s
deep divine
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Erotica, R-18+
i won’t ask
for anything
until
you grant me
the permission
to command you
to give me
whatever
i desire
of you
until then
i will gratefully receive
whatever gifts
you choose
to bestow
upon me
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Erotica, R-18+
A princess confined to a castle
confined to a chair,
confined by her master
into his eyes she did stare.
Quickly taken
expertly bound,
delicately tortured
pleasure found.
Then put on display
for all the court to see,
the eligible maidens lusted
for she was where they wanted to be.
Carefully humiliated
lovingly abused,
gently caressed
then primally used.
The courting rituals
from eons past,
ensured the kingdom
would forever last.
He did all he liked
he spent his fill,
now it was her turn
to impose her will.
She locked him up
a chastity toy,
then proceeded to play
making the prince her little boy.
She made him kneel
to worship at her feet,
she made him beg
her desire was his to meet.
The ritual went on
in this kingdom of Switch,
a society of desire
a place to scratch every itch.
After a week
the princess was now queen,
her king sitting beside her
reminiscing on what had just been.
Mutual play
doing onto one another,
written across both their crowns,
‘Please, may I have another.’
May the kingdom of Switch
prosper for eons more,
all the realm invited to play
joining the nightly roar.
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Erotica, R-18+
if you
trust me
to use you
i will
ensure
that you
get everything
you didn’t know
you desired
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Erotica, R-18+
I’m the type of person you won’t find twice
Acting kinda naughty while looking far too nice
Giving you sweet kisses with an added dash of spice
Doing all I can to arouse you and entice
Willing to play and explore our shared vice
Your touch and attention is my only asking price
To achieve mutual pleasure is worth any sacrifice
Here is my pie, tell me, would you like a slice?
Share your deepest desires, I’ll do what you devise
Know that I get off on you being precise
So tell me what to do and I’ll be your paradise
I’m the type of person that will try anything twice
Please let’s get started, I’m asking nice
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Erotica, R-18+
what i want
is for what i want
to be right on the tip
of the tip
of my tongue
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Erotica, R-18+
I thought of you today;
of us, together, in that certain way.
in the way that we like to play,
in the way that I make you obey,
and lay,
and say the way that you want to be treated like prey.
I thought of you today;
in my mind a constant replay,
of your smile and hip sway,
of your sensual ballet,
of my hand squeezing your airway
of how I make you pray,
screaming god’s name in a sinful display,
a pleasure and pain foray.
I thought of you today;
of how you guided me through my naïveté,
of how you made my sexuality okay,
accepting me in every way,
making each day feel like my birthday,
offering yourself the bouquet,
a free use getaway,
a mind, body and soul holiday.
I thought of you today…
This poem is from the book, Kink, Volume 3.
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