Tag: Defining Moments
Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens…
Seduce my mind and you can have my body…
Life Lessons
I Think
Busy Babygirl
Isolated
Steel Door: Humility
slave david: Slavery Is/Not
slavery is not about suffering . . .
. . . slavery is about service.
slavery is not about humiliation . . .
. . . slavery is about humility.
slavery is not about pain . . .
. . . slavery is about being present.
slavery is not about being used . . .
. . . slavery is about being of use.
slavery is not about control . . .
. . . slavery is about letting go.
slavery is not about what is done to you . . .
. . . slavery is about what you do for others.
slavery is not about abuse . . .
. . . slavery is about acceptance.
slavery is not about proving anything . . .
. . . slavery is about being real.
slavery is not about contempt . . .
. . . slavery is about respect.
slavery is not about how you look . . .
. . . slavery is about how much you care.
slavery is not about denying yourself . . .
. . . slavery is about being open.
slavery is not about bondage . . .
. . . slavery is about freeing your spirit.
slavery is not about punishment . . .
. . . slavery is about discipline.
slavery is not about being unable to escape . . .
. . . slavery is about being committed.
slavery is not about submission . . .
. . . slavery is about obedience.
slavery is not about fear . . .
. . . slavery is about trust.
slavery is not about sex . . .
. . . slavery is about love.
slavery is not about pleasure . . .
. . . slavery is about happiness.
Written by slave david, as posted @ http://www.lthredge.com/ds/slavepoem.htm [Defunct, 2019]
A Million Little Pieces, Part 2
The first time I saw you, my heart fell. The second time I saw you, my heart fell. The third time fourth time fifth time and every time since, my heart has fallen…You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Your hair, your eyes, your lips, your body that you haven’t grown into, the way you walk, smile, laugh, the way your cheeks drop when you’re mad or upset, the way you drag your feet when you’re tired. Every single thing about you is beautiful…When I see you the World stops. It stops and all that exists for me is you and my eyes staring at you. There’s nothing else. No noise, no other people, no thoughts or worries, no yesterday, no tomorrow. The World just stops and it is a beautiful place, and there is only you. Just you, and my eyes staring at you…When you’re gone, the World starts again, and I don’t like it as much. I can live in it, but I don’t like it. I just walk around in it and wait to see you again and wait for it to stop again. I love it when it stops. It’s the best fucking thing I’ve ever known or felt, the best thing, and that, beautiful Girl, is why I stare at you.
A Million Little Pieces
I am alone. Alone here and alone in the world. Alone in my heart and alone in my mind. Alone everywhere, all the time, for as long as I can remember. Alone with Family, alone with my friends, alone in a Room full of People. Alone when I wake, alone through each awful day, alone when I finally meet the blackness. I am alone in my horror. Alone in my horror.
Memories ~ The Pit
Snippets ~ Progress
Back To The Chaos That Is Me
Xavior, one of my oldest Friends, has decided to come out from the shadows and help steady my path once more. It took me until tonight to realize how much I miss having Him around, and I’m glad He’s back. *cuts my eyes at Him* Hopefully this trip will be a little longer than the rest.
Anyway, below are two poems that He wrote and just shared with me tonight. I read and reread Her Surrender and it came close to bringing me to tears. I remarked about how I identified with it and thought it would make a good addition to these pages, to which He replied that I could post because they were about me. That, ladies and gents, was all it took and the waterworks started up…
I knew I kept Him around for a reason…
Poetry ~ She Lives Inside Her Head
Compliments of Xavior, written 2.9.05
She lives inside her head so peaceful.
She dwells deep within her own thoughts.
Her mind wanders over the endless of now.
Her thoughts ponder a future dementedly dark.
Her eyes are vacant slots that show emptiness.
She lives inside her head so peaceful.
The darkness invades her every thought.
She screams out in silence to hear herself.
The voices grow louder inside her head.
They scream for release she begs for peace.
She lives inside her head so peaceful.
I reach out to her yet she retreats.
I sing to her soul yet it ignores my tune.
I embrace her fears yet she starts to run.
She looks right through me all the time.
She lives inside her head so peaceful.
My love for her so deep yet never touching.
My want for her happiness never occurring.
She screams inside herself lost alone.
Fearing another’s touch not wanting to fall.
She lives inside her head so peaceful.
She cries deep within her soul so lost.
She screams within her spirit searching.
She searches within her darkness for light.
Alone her steps falter but her will’s so true.
Her journey of self discovery a long road.
Her efforts to finding peace slowly succeed.
Her pain so great her determination even more.
She lives inside her head so peaceful.
She dwells within herself searching for her key.
Poetry ~ Her Submission
Compliments of Xavior, written 1.30.05
She kneels before me in all her splendor
Her hair flows that of golden sunlight.
Her lips are soft and yet so kissable.
Her smile brings about gentle dimples.
Her soul so weary and very tired of it all.
I look down upon her as the precious a gift.
Her submission so rare that it is to be loved.
Her voice that of an gentle summer breeze.
Her devotion so deep that none can compare.
Her wounds deep open and forever breathing.
Within her mind she quietly searches.
Her search for the one to truly free her.
The one that can touch her soul so deeply.
The one that can set her spirit free to roam.
I watch her from a far so timid yet so strong.
She kneels quietly trying to hold herself together.
She waits for the one that can hold her together.
She yearns for the one that can truly understand.
She aches for the one that knows how to tame her.
Her torment so visible yet so much hidden from the eye.
Her scars lay bare to those who choose to see them.
I see her quietly in the corner crying softly.
Her will divided between all that she knows.
My worry deep for her my regret so visible.
My tears fall for her innocence that is lost.
My heart aches for that pain which makes her real.
My step falters for her journey that has begun.
There is no solace in that which I now feel.
I rejoice for her journey is my own and I am with her.
lili: Ego states – Parent-Adult-Child
I ran across Master Tanos and lili’s site some time ago. It’s come a long way since I last visited. I will readily admit that theirs is one of the first pages that I enjoyed flipping through. I admire the type of relationship they have and I can only hope to grow as much as lili has. That being said, I think this was an interesting essay of lili’s. For any of you who haven’t visited their pages, you should. It’s well worth the read.
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yielding slave: Slavespace
I’ve recently put a name to a feeling I have had, a place I’ve gone within myself. Slavespace. Simple enough to say, and a rather fitting word. I know I’ve mentioned that second plane of thought in some of my entries and I’ve seen dreamy posting something I think is similar in her journal, so I figure now is a good time to post this: