embeeness said: My vagina has no religion. Do not think her supreme, just sublime. Em, all vaginas are supreme. Do not forget it.
poetdreamer said: damn it… I “blew” my chance, I should have been working this instead. :) well played! well played! Haha, feel free to join in. The more the merrier in the celebration and glory of genitalia! lol
The kingdom of heaven is within you, And you allow others to explore it and you, What some say is our ultimate salvation, And others call the source of damnation, Is our source and cause of gestation, That object of much masturbation. For the vagina itself is divine, A source of life and light, Pussy simply is Jehovah, For it brings all into creation, Source of life it is the beginning,...
Allow me to express a small insecurity of mine,...
As I mentioned about a week or so ago, I finally broke down and made myself a profile on a dating site. So on this site, they show people to you by how compatible you are with someone via a little percentage rating. Now, it shows a lot of really compatible people with me, people who say they welcome communication and conversation. I’ve sent a message to a lot of women out there...
poetdreamer said: hmmm… I should jump the gun and write one before either of you… hehehehe Hahaha, you’re free to, but maybe doing so before either of us may be a little… premature. *rimshot* lol
embeeness said: I think my vagina is aching to write a response. Something about “Pussy Power” perhaps… Give me till tonight or tomorrow at the latest and I’ll write such a poem as a sequel. Both penises and vaginas are the secret and meaning of life.
poetdreamer said: and now we get word enlightenment from cocks too? lol I swear I will blush and laugh all day from this. ultimate enlightenment through cocks…hmmm that is a hard poem to beat. ;-p I have to admit, this is one of the sillier poems I’ve done, but I’m really proud of how it turned out. Plus, I think there’s at least a kernel of truth somewhere in it. lol
embeeness said: This got me thinking… the word “cock” makes me think of an erect penis. But the word “dick” seems to refer to a flaccid one. I wonder if others apply these connotations to these words? Huh, I never thought about it that way, but that’s kind of how it is, isn’t it? Weird.
108 Cocks (Silly, but NSFW)
Oh what a trial is the sinful shaft, The expulsion and eruption of the yang, And the terrible yin stay away, The cock is the wuji, the nothingness, That ties all three taos together, The key to spiritual enlightenment, And the ultimate distraction from it. So study the cock, for it is a mystery, And the spirits and sins it holds, Can show us the way to learn and love, But it doesn’t...
Follower's Choice for today's writings:
Passionate and emotional. OR Surreal and Semi-Silly, yet with deep insights. YOU CHOOSE!
Anonymous asked: wow wtf is with that last post? where your mind goes to is really disturbing
A couple of weeks ago, an analogy popped in my head, and I’ve never had the opportunity since to use it. I now share it with you all, in the hopes that it may get some use some day. (Because I really think it’s quite good.) ________? That’s more disturbing than getting a rimjob from Yog Soggoth.
More questions please? →
It was making my night a lot better. Really, I’ll take any silly old thing.
Die By Your Light
A gentle touch shared by you and I, That shines a light in a life of lies, Is a course that would make me die, And yet I’d submit to it every time. For what are you but a phoenix’s grace, To to shine rainbow’s light upon my face, And in glorious light I crumble and burn Every sin in the violet flame doth turn. I come to you with the desire to die, And on your wings you make...
Anonymous asked: Then write for me, think of me, tell me who you imagine me to be. I will be your muse, I am here for you. When situations seem hopeless, life is dull, unending strife tortures you and dreams go unfulfilled, remember me. Touch your chest as I would if I were with you. Wrap yourself in my quiet ardor, and know I listen.
Anonymous asked: Darling, if I were to divulge to you how infatuated I am with you, how your words set my blood to pulsing hot and quick, how my eyes close, my back arches and my fingers clutch at the fabric surrounding me when I think of you... would you write for me? Would you make me your muse? If I told you how close I feel to you, but how I want to know you more deeply, would you oblige me?...
Anonymous asked: Can you show us your butt
Anonymous asked: How often do you masturbate?
Ask me questions, tell me stuff, entertain me... →
Today is full of suck, and I need something to uplift me. Please help my depression?
I’m feeling like crap today. Three days here and my health has already gone to hell.
Scramble and stress, Fight on through every trial and test, The desire to live is too strong, That you cannot be kept in a cage, Hold on, hold the line, And do not allow your spirit to be crushed, For when that is gone, Your humanity is as well.
Anonymous asked: Alright, well, if thats the case, what attracts you so much to Asheville? Don't know all that much about the town. I know you attend college there, and it must be for a reason. Why couldn't you stay with your mother instead? The environment would have been better at least. But yeah. If you did get a place here though, would your parents still pay for your car insurance and what not? Got...
Anonymous asked: Well, lets say you do find a job in Asheville. How are you going to get here? Is minimum wage enough? I don't think so unless you have roommates and what not and as far as I can tell, you might not deal too well with those. Normal rent is anywhere from 400-800. At best you can stay, but you won't be able to save any money or nothing there.
Anonymous asked: Why do you want to leave the place you live in so badly? It can't be so horrible you can't stay. You got a roof over your head and food to eat. That covers at least the basics. Its more than what some other people have. You ought to be able to manage somehow.
I’m done, I’m just so fucking done. I hate living here so much, it is a bane on my soul. I can’t stand it, and it’s killing me. If any of you, any of you at all know of a job opening or lead in Asheville, would you please help me out? I’m desperate, and I need to get away from here. It would mean the world to me, and I’d be eternally grateful.
I’m dead and in Purgatory.
WHAT? WHAT IS THIS FINALE? I DON’T EVEN, I CAN’T POSSIBLY EVEN. I DON’T THINK I COULD EVEN, EVEN IF I HAD ELEVEN REGENERATIONS AND TWO HEARTS? JUST WHAT I CAN’T MY BRAIN IS EXPLODING.
Anonymous asked: Tell me the story of your broken heart.
sexventanas said: i do not think that word means what you think it means I wanted to turn this around into a clever sexual pun, but for the life of me, I’m coming up short. (I blame sleep deprivation)
Your lips say “no” But your eyes say “Hello, my name is Inigo Montoya, you killed my father, prepare to die.”
This is a blegh evening, ask me some stuff to turn... →
The past couple of days...
So the past few days have been… well they’ve been something. I’ve been fighting off an illness that my little sisters have brought home. It hasn’t gotten me hard yet, but I’m tired all the time because I suspect my body is fighting it off. As such, I haven’t been able to get a lot done. I’m also in a very inconvenient setup computer wise. I’m...
This was a tiring yet semi productive day. I’ll try and post about it and do some writing tomorrow. Good night lovelies.
I feel depressed, just kind of stressed, bummed, and angsty and anxious. It sucks. Anyone in the mood for a chat? Maybe turn things around?
Anonymous asked: If you were drunk, what do you think you'd say/express out loud that you have been hiding or you normally keep in.
The feeling is there, That choking anxiety, About how the nothing that strangles the world, Will swallow up the minuscule everything, Leaving nothing, You are nothing, I am nothing, Noting matters, Not like this, Not when things are like this, Not when SHE is with HIM, And no one worthwhile dares anything with you, Because you are nothing, Nothing at all in this world, This world that forces...
Hmm… my hands don’t seem to be hurting, and I feel a bit of inspiration coming on. Prepare yourselves for some poetry.
I really don’t know why, but my hands are in crippling pain. I really wanted to write stuff this evening, but I can’t. Sorry all, I know many of you followed me for the writing, but I’m really trying. I’m starting to worry that something might be seriously wrong with my hands.
wolf-of-death-valley: Could someone reblog this so that my ex knows I absolutely will never forgive him? Dude. You grabbed me by the throat and lifted me off my feet. And you repeatedly fucked me when I couldn’t consent. Your sister follows me, man. How do you justify breathing? Reblogged. And it looks like you’re in a bad place. Need to talk?
I've gotten an idea for a little project of...
It’s a very very kinky, erotica based project, which I intend to sell as a book of sorts. I won’t go into details now, at least not in public. (If you’re dying of curiosity, I will answer messages) But, I will possibly post a sample or two here if I think they’re particularly appropriate. I can’t make much progress, or talk much about it this evening, as my hands...
Shade and Dawn
Brand new days and dawns, Still carry shadows from nightmares gone, They taint and stain the land around, Until all you hear is their echoing sound. But dark are the shadows you focus on, So much you forget that light is not gone, In the memories the light may fade, But there will always be light to blot out the shade.
One of the best things about being home on college break is that I have access to a kitchen. Not only am I pretty good at cooking, but it’s really therapeutic for me. It helps me do away with any excess stress or anger, allows myself to completely absorb myself in the cooking process and for the healing to take place. Plus, any kind of therapy where you get to eat your delicious results is...
I promise to have some writing tomorrow. I’ve got some ideas, I’ve just been resting from exams and everything. Also, I invite you to leave messages of any pieces or posts you wish to see from me. I’m open to suggestions, and have the time for them now that I’m on break.
Thoughts on Inner Darkness and Balance
I have a dark side to me. I think everyone does, but mine is the only one I have experience with, and as far as what I’ve seen from others, mine is much more pronounced. I’m not a danger to anyone, I am perfectly in control and balanced. But it’s an interesting part of me. I only really discovered it because of the dark dark places my mind was pushed to as a result of my home...
My little sister is an ungrateful, disrespectful brat. I try and do everything for her, and she doesn’t appreciate it, and frequently insults me and thinks she is better than me. It really just makes me sad.
Today is a much needed day off for me. I’m allowing my mind and body to recover from all the stress my exams did for me. It really does help.
greenblood said: so….not at all like Oscar Wilde? are you implying that they just like buggering one another?? Well Oscar Wilde was also known for being very self assured and aware of his own talent. When asked what his favorite books were, he famously answered that he didn’t know, because he had only written five. But, his was more like self confidence than anything, because he knew that...