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Who would love this heart of mine? Why would they want to? What could I ever hope to gain, but hurt and distain? The tears refuse to fall, as the walls go back into place, When will I ever learn, no one wants to hear? The pain is unending, the steel bars tightening, all I have ever wished for flushed down the drain. Maybe one day I will find the space and crawl away from it all, but today you will have to bear the sight with uncontained distaste. Mirror reflection cracked and music out of tune, I will wait until dark to move. No more kisses or loving caresses, what could hurt me… Read more

Tears fall but do not stain, I call out but hear no refrain. A voice in the dark leads the way, somehow making life within. Slow and gentle strokes down my thighs, eager lips part for that kiss. Show willing to take part, lead me by the hand to the place where we met, shy smiles, passionate kisses, hands that travel and glide over skin of glass, delicate, sturdy, sure of me, find the spark, fan the passion and see the flames rise off my fingertips. A touch, a kiss, and a slow glide to my centre. I arch to scream, you take the sound away. Sweat dampened, aching needing more, replete an… Read more

One leaf on the bare grey shore Falters then dips, then rises some more, Whipped by breezes, tattered and torn rest for a moment and again is airborne. The leaf, once so green is now battered and dry It cracks as it tumbles through white sand and sky Fighting the current, the weather, the wind searching for something yet tossed without end. One lonely person asking “What for?” A spirit that falters then rises some more. Whipped by the world, tattered and torn wonders a moment why he was born. The man once so young and eager to fly now shakes as he stumbles and tries not to cry,… Read more

One more avenue closed for me, one more disappointment to stack with the rest. Honed to a fine point, my sarcasm knows no bounds and I regret nothing. One last corner to turn and I take it with trepidation, feeling my way along the jagged wall, the flesh of my hands pierced in places I feel in my darkened spirit. I revel no longer, the lit circles are dimmed, and I stumble on to that last corner remaining as steady as I will. The people are gone and the corner looms, the dread rises and my head swoons, give back the time stolen and the pieces broken, I will ask no more questions the… Read more

The sick feeling increases and I cry. Bubbling to the surface once more, I sway and wail to the sky my unending pain. Nothing hurts so much as the pain of your rejection and I will myself to forget. Mounted on your pike I scream, as the churning is forgotten and my wishes for death are not granted. No reprieve is given and the body no longer cares, I struggle little and let the weight of it carry me further down into the mire of my pain. As curious as I was I now regret the love showered and like the flower in the coming night, I close my petals and sigh once in a final salute to… Read more

Upon that which we build our house, lies a dark secret within. One so dark it was forgotten but vivid to this day, scratched upon the walls a story left untold. The bond once so strong, told how it was so easily broken, laid waste to years and only dust remains. Where once told to rally and recruit, now is whispered with caution and dread. So here I stand looking at the tale upon the wall, thinking of the lost souls forever trapped in that forbidding place. The secrets no longer wanting to be told, I curl around my pain and turn away from this tale that scratches at my being making… Read more

The dark though rampant with noises unheard, the darkness was all encompassing giving rise to shivers and thrills unknown. With the desires burning brightly within my heart, my body heats as the knowledge of you courses through this mortal soul. Sinking deeply into pleasures unbound, rampant waves spiral wildly out of control, till all else faded. Willing myself faster burning ever so hotly, my spine cracks with passion and my thighs tremble, humbled by your attentions I relent and give a shout. Stoked fires burn hotly and sweat beads on furrowed brows, dewy wetness burst… Read more