Then she said "Never fear love because you'll never find it, you are far too damaged. I know this because I'm too damaged too." She handed me the cigarette and laid her head on my chest. I stared at the ceiling, "What do you want me to do..." She slide up my body and kissed my mouth. . ."I want you to hurt me."
Michael Xavier
Her art reflects experience street smarts.
It's bloody outside a desecration of hearts.
Murder mayhem, life at point blank range.
On her face, scenes of emotional change.
Her screams screech straight out wise.
Her vocabulary defines the word rise.
She's a quick strong punch to the gut.
With a razor tongue, she can cut.
If you're looking for something sweet.
She's not a candy store type of treat.
Michelle Lee Gagnon
Pruning is the way I choose to expose
The myth of reality
I am always trying to be a good story
Writing is the ongoing act of forgiving & apologizing
To the women I use to be
I stare at myself in the mirror for hours
As if watching a television show
I soak in a bathtub of my flaws
Until they prune into art.
Blythe Baird
I love how poetry has its own way of allowing someone to express themselves without fully letting all of ones thoughts escape.
I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself.
A small bird will drop frozen from a bough without ever having felt sorry for itself.
D.H. Lawrence
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove.
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wand'ring bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me prov'd,
I never writ, nor no man ever lov'd.
William Shakespeare
The only people for me are the mad ones,
the ones who are mad to talk,
mad to be saved,
desirous of everything at the same time,
the ones who never yawn or say a common place thing,
but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.
Jack Kerouac
Walking alone, and what do I find?
A handwritten note, unloved and unsigned.
Curious to me, curious as it was read…
Curious enough for me to share what it said:
Come one, come all,
Be the one to watch it fall!
Something so… surrounding.
It’s really quite confounding.
Not the ship that cannot sink,
(Which lies on oceans floor)
Nor the eye that never blinks,
(A million times before.)
A bald-faced lie, a vibrant truth,
As ancient as the Fountain of Youth.
The RUIN, my love, of you and me!
A colossus left in a rubble heap.
A paragon of… untimely dues.
Neither true or false for us to choose.
Watch it now, the end of day,
Both clouds and sun passing away.
Shhhh… share this silence with me, and whisper,
Lest the crisp air hear us and get even crisper.
…But HERE! My friend, I do not care!
Let everyone hear us and see what’s there!
Not a **** thing, no, no special view;
The ruin is me, the ruin’s in you.
You may ignore my words, close your eyes,
But..hear this.
It weathers eternally behind your closed lids.
I looked around me, and saw no trees,
Nor the ocean, nor the skies the birds once flew in…
Just the foundations of ideas,
Just the stones of the Ruin.
Lacee Schafer
Everyone who knows me knows I hate staying anywhere but home unless it is with someone I'm messing with. Unfortunately, it has snowed so much where I live that I have had to stay at someone's house to make it to work at 4a.m. Only thing that saved the evening is they provided food and a touch alcohol🍷 Maybe one day I'll find my home in another human being and not just a place I lay my head.
“Amid pleasures and palaces
though we may roam,
Be it ever so humble,
there's no place like HOME.”
Deep into the darkness peering,
Long I stood there,
Wondering,
Fearing,
Doubting,
Dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before
Edgar Allan Poe
Poetry is second nature to me. . .Enjoy
This is a bit long and I apologize ahead of time.
As I lay here, unable to sleep with a million things running though my head, there is one thing I can't seem to shake. I'm new to the lifestyle and community but I've always been submissive and recently I've learned I have a touch of masochism (just a touch). One of my core personality traits is also being a people pleaser. Aside from the sex I've had, the lifestyle has always made my inner soul light up any time I or someone else speaks about it or I read about it. I can go on for hours speaking about it, although the people in my life think I'm crazy, they entertain me. It's been brought to my attention by several people that the more you were abused in the past, the more submissive and or masochistic you are as an adult. I need some input on this, I have researched it a little and it seems to be this profound psychological response but I can't seem to shake this dirty, crummy feeling. Now, I'll get past this with ease after a bit, like I do with everything but this has given me a bit of a complex. It's only been a few days but I can't get it off my head. We all have a story, every last one of us. Mine is a doozy that lasted the first 24 years my life. There is no way in hell that I enjoyed everything I went through or even asked for it while it was happening, to think that something clicked in my head that makes me need it now it just utterly ridiculous to me. So, here I am looking for real life opinions as to what other subs and doms think about this to help me wrap my head around what seems to be a whirlpool of turmoil. Thanks ahead of time for the read and feedback, I hope everyone has a good day.