Today, another day
and the world seems no different/
besides my Eyes, my Inner Eyes,
weird, confused, unsure, scared,
my own trophies tarnished by an unsure discovery
"The Reluctant Christian"
I composed in dreamlife,
stared down by a...
No-Yiff, Other, Poetry
I love the steel sting as I watch him carving my friend, and I cannot wait for my turn, unless I yank myself off this thing. When he picked me up, I did not scream. I surrendered, pulled an erection, and orgasmed when he hung me from the back with a...
Death, M/M/M, Poetry, Refusal to Quit
Preachers, and prophets, push truth like drugs.
My mind feels gross like slimy slugs.
I'm confused, and used, so used,
so, can't I sleep forever tonight?
I'm too tired tonight,
and I've fucked up again.
Desire over chastity,
I don't think Anne...
Addictions, Drugs, No-Yiff, Obsessions, Other, Poetry, monsters
The softest kiss you,
the gentlest rain,
a flap of comforter that flops over my shoulder twenty minutes later.
The choice to be quiet,
the resemblance of a shadow,
and the angel blows a feather breeze across my tense skin.
A tired day,
a weary...
No-Yiff, Other, Poetry
Wrecking the day
by waking up
was a good way to start.
I like breaking things.
Hearts,
plates,
fantasies,
desires,
childhoods.
Well, not really.
But, maybe.
I've had some of mine broken.
You know, it's happened, sure.
But,
this is the...
No-Yiff, Other, Poetry
I don't know who I am anymore
said the sweaty bird
who could not fly straight for three days straight
and went home with a tummy ache.
Tried to say "Thy will, not mine, be done"
but started to see public embarrassment
in his inner eye,
and the...
Bird, No-Yiff, Other, Poetry, prose
I awoke, and rubbed my eyes. A little light, mixed with young morning shadow, seeped in through the bedroom window, which was where True Heart, and I, had left in a hurry last night.
_Left? Then what were . . .?_
Woah. Nestled comfortable in my lanky...
Human, M/F, Masturbation, Vaginal, spiritual
"The whole world will be singing!" crooned Jeremy, the clumsy, but good-hearted, black crow, to Mrs. Brisby, who was trying, in ridiculous dismay to untangle the foolish bird from red string. The day was winding down, and Dragon was slinking up behind...
B&B, Burger World, M/M/F, Mrs. B, Primus, Yiff Talk, nachos
_ALL I EVER WANTED_
_ALL I EVER NEEDED_
_IS HERE IN MY ARMS_
_WORDS ARE VERY_
_UNNECESSARY_
_THEY CAN ONLY DO HARM_
Tonight, I performed the perfect gentleman, Mrs. Brisby,
widow, of four.
I keep your grace in mind,
and remember that we come...
Depeche Mode, M/F, Mrs. Brisby, Poetry, Reflection, prose
Everyone is always telling me to act my age,
but I ain't no sage,
cuz life's the rage
and I'm writing a new page
so take my hand
while we explore a new land
where we may
burn rubber in Pompeii
or fry ice in L.A.,
make tuna cookies on an...
God I Hope So, Other, Poetry
_HANG ON SLOOPY_
_I DON'T CARE WHAT YOUR DADDY DO_
_CUZ YOU KNOW SLOOPY GIRL I'M IN LOVE WITH YOU_
I wail, as I sashay, and clean your perfect cinder block home,
Mrs. Brisby,
starting at one end, and polishing this sucker with loving...
M/F, Masturbation, Mrs. Brisby, Oldies, Poetry, prose
I heard last week that Twinkies are back.
So, I was like, "Dig it!"
Cakey little outside, with the nice whipped creamy inside, and the three holes on the bottom, with the hole on either left or right side.
Sounds kind of sexual to me. Rinky Twinky...
80s, Oral, Other, Twinkies