Bones roast on an open fire Bile boils in a cauldron Grind my teeth to dust Add a pinch of despair to the potion Twitch in my eye Tug at my skin Gnaw in my stomach Bitter tongue in my sour mouth Nails ripping off skin Shivers of disgust Pangs of envy Doubts warp into distrust Tar builds up in my arteries Steadily spreading through my body Constricting my motion Restricting my expression Viewing the world through candy-gre...
11th of April – Season 3 Penny felt a little uncomfortable with the cloth tied around her head. For one thing, it made it appear as though she was blind when that wasn’t the case at all. In fact, she could see right through the material. But she wore it so as to hide her scars. The truth was that she hadn’t expected to be back on Monday Night Fuel this season at all. But after what Plain Jane said about her before the Eas...
8th of November – Season 3 Jane Deyi – or Plain Jane Deyi as Moodswing had renamed her – was excited! How could she not be? Last week, she’d won the Duchess of Drag title on her debut episode! She’d been excited all week long, having gone to bed with the title. Even at this moment, while being driven to the Fuel Speedway by her boyfriend, she was carrying it on her lap. Her boyfriend, Milo, noticed. “You know, that helmet...
26th of September – Season 3 Devì stared at the Arbour Games poster that had her and Stevie on it and couldn’t help but be disappointed. Does this make me look fat? Looks were very important to Devì and she was unapologetic about it. Devì wondered why they’d chosen to put her on the poster wearing her racing suit considering she was something of a bombshell. It couldn’t be in an effort to pander to the more conservative “...
We sat at our favourite table by the window. I’m not the jealous type, but I know what I saw last night! There you were, with a smug grin on your face. Shamelessly, licking your lips like a brazen hussy. The same lips that I thought were reserved for me? You tried to act nonchalant as the waiter cleared the table, you knew exactly what you were doing! You always get your own way! Without shame, you gazed into my eyes from...
Missing you,Needing you,Wanting you,Knowing I cant have you,Which causes me to want you more,We were there for each other,Through it all,Deaths,Injuries,Tears,We had each other at our highest moments,And tried to at our lowest,We have hurt each other,In more ways than one,But because of our own needs, we keep doing it,Never giving the other the time to heal,Never thinking of ourselves,But putting ourselves first,Do we des...
Hate with a hint of longing.Scorn with a tinge of craving. Disdain with shades of desire. Loathing laced with fire. A curse yet almost a prayer.A scream and a whisper. A war-cry and a lullaby.Your truth and your lie. As your lips curl in a slur,Your eyes, they remember. For every shame in her name,I wish mine carries the same.
How old am I, for god's sake? I mean really. Does she like me? Does she 'like' like me? Do we ever really grow up. I thought we had an understanding. Apparently not. Oh, to hell with it. At least I know myself well enough to look inside, and laugh at myself in the end. I know me. Old dogs seldom learn new tricks, but we do learn how to examine our own feelings. Yes, we do learn that over the years.I smile at myself, laugh...
I pride myself on being a contented guy, But I can’t help looking at this tree with jealousy in my eye. He has a heart yet he has not a single feeling, If I were like him then I’d not have known this feeling like my heart needs healing. He’s been standing and dancing around storms, naked since his birth. While I’ve been sneezing and shivering though I wear a shirt. He needs no trimming or shaving to stand tall, While I tr...
This event actually occurred during my brief engagement to a lady I will call Daria. Prior to our meeting and getting serious she had been asked to be the maid- of- honor at her long time friend's wedding.It was too late for her to bow out now and she had given her word, and I understood that. Now I would be unable to attend the wedding ceremony due to my job, and Daria understood that. She informed me that the best man h...
At his side, where she belongs That other woman lies And in her nightmares and her dreams That other woman dies More than a hundred different ways With bullets, poison, knives But in her nightmares and her dreams She has a thousand lives Yet when they meet she bows her head Afraid to show the hate That feeds her nightmares and her dreams And leads her to her fate Back in her room she grabs the vial And takes a final breat...
A promise from my lover isthe glass upon the floor,broken by my lover and hisdirty, fucking whore. A promise from my lover isthe glass beneath my feetwhich cuts me and unfolds to me my lover’s black deceit. A promise from my lover isthe blood that wakes the dead,and dyes the hems of my long skirtin shades of dirty red. A promise from my lover is the vine that curls betweenmy bloody toes, and then it growsin places all uns...
You know I have my demons, You've seen them first hand, You've borne the brunt Of their attacks. You hold me as I tremble, Helping me fight them off Sharing your strength with me Trying to hold them at bay. Sometimes they sleep, But never deeply And never, ever Long enough. They awaken, snarling and snapping At the sound of the slightest whisper By you, the man who loves me The darkness descends. Bravely, you defend me Ta...
Our lust once divine Our love still a treasureOur souls for ever as oneOur beings each others support I want you to be mineI crave for your pleasureI lied, your lust undoneI fucked up, my life cut short You I want to enshrineYou were my Zephyr You I see moving onYou I no longer want to distort My feelings thorn to twineMy being wanting closure My mind urging its all foregone My soul, hating rationality, needs an escort
Inspiration is twisted… I now have inspiration.Nicola from Almagretta. I had no idea Valetta had such a sound, almost as if she had been dumb a year and a half lingering in my room & once dragged to Italy. But tonight she blossomed… in another man’s hands. Nicola from Almagretta. His fingers caressed her and he knew what he was doing, me being the bitter man I am watched in vain. Quite like a man watching his wife get nai...
