tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30062357220899017062024-03-08T16:26:47.912-08:00Twisting in the DarkThe wandering souls of words better left unwritten.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18003216779196431938noreply@blogger.comBlogger22125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006235722089901706.post-1906766485437264872013-12-12T18:35:00.000-08:002013-12-12T18:35:01.874-08:00Macabre Joys<div class="MsoNormal">
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As I lie in wait</div>
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The path that you take</div>
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Seems to be the logical choice.</div>
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You strut and you stroll</div>
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Down a path you should know</div>
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Gives no echo to a quivering voice.</div>
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My eyes watch you slow</div>
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The press of danger starts to grow</div>
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And you begin to question all noise.</div>
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My heart beating madly</div>
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Tension pushing me gladly</div>
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As I begin the night’s macabre joys.</div>
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<o:p></o:p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18003216779196431938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006235722089901706.post-29354743091810040922013-10-25T10:43:00.002-07:002013-10-25T10:43:35.513-07:00True Faith<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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He sits high in his leather chair; lounging in his dark
finely tailored suit, the very face of GQ model perfection, holding a tumbler
of seductive dark liquid. Every now and
again he brings the glass up to his perfectly cruel lips and tastes the
top-shelf bourbon. </div>
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I am on the floor in front of him, awaiting his next word
like some kind of trained dog. Little
does he know that street mutts never fully heel to their masters. The wildness, the desperation, never leaves.
The hunger and pain is just one word or gesture away and we know this. Betrayal is just around the corner; better to
bite and run then feel slapped once more. I have learned all too well what
happens to men like that when they are around me.</div>
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I know what he expects of me, a silent submissive posing in
all my glorious nudity; the devoted worshipping at the temple of her religion, bowing
at the feet of her god. The candle-lit
room, dark furniture and deeply enriched tones are all props set to enhance his
position and mine. I know what he
expects, but does he know what I expect in return? Is he as prepared as I am?</div>
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This is an important night for us, so I wait until he is
ready. I have all the time in the world,
really, to play this game. Maybe this is
the one that will finally be worthy. </div>
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I catch the note of crystal glass set against the hard
surface of the side table. The gentle
creaks of leather as he rises slowly to his full height. I can’t help but shiver slightly at this song
of seduction. Nothing says sex like the
slow creak of worn leather. Approaching
my spot next to the bed, steps strong and sure, he halts just in front of my
knees. Kneeling this long is hard on my
body by waiting is worth the reward, in this respect. </div>
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Another pause that lasted eternity and he kneels down,
lining our eyes on the same plane. That was your first mistake, <i>master.</i>
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I glance toward his left hand, a studded leather collar held
loosely in his large grip. “Are you ready?” he asks, as if we haven’t discussed
this a hundred times before. His repeated need of reassurance loosens my leash
just enough. Instead of words, I pull my hair up so he can slip the collar
around my neck;the mark of faith and trust in his Dominance. </div>
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Each tingle of the buckle increases my fire; an inferno of
need and desire. I know what is coming
and I need it more than my next breath.
I can feel his rapid breaths against my neck and I close my eyes to that
I can commit each moment to memory. His
breathing becomes ragged and strained. The
heat against my skin where his bushes across mine is scorches and I revel in
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The last click of the collar is secured and I am set
ablaze. Turning, I stand up while he
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“You failed. Your
strength, your conviction, were not absolute.
You asked me for my all yet cannot give it in return.”</div>
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I knock him over onto his side with a slight push of my bare
foot, exposing his chest and the fear in his eyes. I reach toward him, running my fingertips over
the soft material of his sweat-soaked button up. The heat radiating from me is not helping his
struggle for air. The flames licking
around my skin singes the cloth away, leaving his chest bare. He feeble attempts to get up are useless, and
I reach down and take what I offered him so freely; the bloody release of his
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Never turn your back on this stray for she will bite you the
moment you falter. Strength and confidence are the only things some creatures
respect, even a creature such as me.</div>
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Emelyn St. James ©</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18003216779196431938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006235722089901706.post-72773409461370300142013-10-23T18:17:00.001-07:002013-10-23T18:17:51.345-07:00The Unquiet Mind<br />
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The quiet of my voice </div>
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Bares no reflection to the</div>
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Cacophony of words</div>
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Raging within my mind.</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18003216779196431938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006235722089901706.post-78600554492406240822013-10-20T19:50:00.002-07:002013-10-20T19:50:31.968-07:00Fingers<br />
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Your wandering fingers<br />Would feel better<br />If they were still attached<br />To your hands.</div>
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18003216779196431938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006235722089901706.post-39892213106843208522013-10-19T18:13:00.000-07:002013-10-19T18:13:44.439-07:00A Show of Hands<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Beware of whom you try bluff...<br /><br />I do not suffer a liar.</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18003216779196431938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006235722089901706.post-49329054078447260202013-10-17T16:48:00.001-07:002013-10-18T19:53:42.406-07:00Sorrow<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18003216779196431938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006235722089901706.post-67993284699920766702013-10-16T20:04:00.000-07:002013-10-16T20:04:26.886-07:00Counting<div class="MsoNormal">
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Counting of the
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Counting of the beats of my heart within my torn chest. </div>
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Counting the notes of the melody; an
undercurrent playing out within the words that fly onto the page. Counting on the end to come so that I can
rest in dreamless bliss. </div>
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Tell the world to dream its dreams on its own
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Counting on the love to push me into
another day. </div>
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Counting the minutes, seconds, until the sun rises and I can
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Let the world sleep. I
don’t give a flying fuck about all but a few.
The few chosen beats that make this old heart bother to pump at
all. Let the world burn around me as I
relish the heat in this cold corner of my sad and twisted mind.</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18003216779196431938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006235722089901706.post-49628252418786359902013-10-15T18:42:00.001-07:002013-10-15T18:42:44.430-07:00Freedom<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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You know nothing of Freedom's embrace<br />Hanging<br />Chained to your life and comfort.</div>
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These strings that tie you up...</div>
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Cut them all<br />Let your limbs flow free<br />Let the Chaos </div>
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Reign.</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18003216779196431938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006235722089901706.post-63908311241176867142013-10-13T21:58:00.001-07:002013-10-13T21:58:23.485-07:00The Light in Your Eyes<br />
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The beauty is there</div>
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The light in your eyes</div>
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The wonder of your gaze</div>
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The shine of your soul...</div>
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The beauty is there</div>
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While I watch the light die in your eyes<br />Memorize the wonder of your gaze<br />Claim the shine of your soul...<br /><br />For my own.</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18003216779196431938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006235722089901706.post-27226098546443919402013-10-11T06:38:00.001-07:002013-10-11T06:38:31.486-07:00The Horse-Drawn Lighthouse<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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A quiet country road, still warm from the day’s heat, leads
into a peaceful village. Its sleepy inhabitants, finished with the day’s
labors, are parceled out and away into the respective homes. The Sun’s rest is at hand, heralding the
evening symphony of insects. A soft
breeze barely rustles the random corpses of trees. A typical end to a typical
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A far-off rumble breaks the night’s chorus of song; a change
in tonight’s program. Squeaking wheels
and heavy horse hooves crunching lay down a new beat against the rarely used
dirt road. The closest village being over 30 miles away makes it an epic
journey to undertake by foot; a distance that leads to a lifetime of secluded
bliss for most of the locals.</div>
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Scattering of birds
heralds a four-horse team hitched to a large wagon on top which is something
most had never seen before, either in their dreams or nightmares. Conical in shape, the metal girders curved
and twisted upward to be level with the tallest trees. The smell of oil and grease begin to mix in
with the natural scents of the area, a putrid cloud of Industry and Progress. Fire burned in a warped glass compartment at
its pinnacle, casting the most eerie glow on the surrounding landscape
below. Spikes and hooks swing like
ornaments glinting, clinking in time with the motion of the wagon; The Song of Souls.</div>
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The parade of solemn men behind the monstrosity gives their
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Pulling into the small village, the group huddles together
outside the humble local pub. Most of
the men proceed to get off their horses, all but one that is. Under that unnatural illumination, the man
left sits up in his stirrups and delivers his message in a deep, booming voice
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“Attention all who live here. I am Captain Terin; The
Keeper. My brothers and I have come to bathe your souls in our Light. We seek to cleanse the world of rotten and
decayed evil that threatens us all. Come out, fair people. Come out and look upon the Guiding Light.</div>
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Come out or we shall come in.” </div>
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Emelyn St. James ©</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18003216779196431938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006235722089901706.post-30243849815783215852013-10-06T20:50:00.001-07:002013-10-06T20:50:25.524-07:00Unfettered<br />
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Unfettered words</div>
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Festering wounds</div>
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Fatalistic worlds</div>
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Far too late for you...</div>
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I am coming.</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18003216779196431938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006235722089901706.post-63135351426347281202013-10-04T19:24:00.002-07:002013-10-04T19:24:36.707-07:00Feel<div style="text-align: center;">
Feel my blood run through your fingers</div>
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Feed on my despair</div>
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Even as I take your soul for my own.</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18003216779196431938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006235722089901706.post-72681887678375223162013-10-03T16:31:00.002-07:002013-10-03T16:34:17.933-07:00Ashes<br />
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Burn with my words</div>
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Set fire to my soul</div>
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Watch my world crumbles into ashes.</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18003216779196431938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006235722089901706.post-27524241779052909682013-10-02T19:13:00.001-07:002013-10-02T19:13:18.307-07:00Me<br />
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What do you know of me?</div>
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My world?</div>
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Words?</div>
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Warnings?</div>
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What do you know of my Madness?</div>
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My desires?</div>
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Destruction?</div>
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Desperation?</div>
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What do you know of my darkness</div>
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when you still refuse to look at your own?</div>
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18003216779196431938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006235722089901706.post-89996865361353466302013-09-30T19:02:00.001-07:002013-09-30T19:02:25.846-07:00BleedingLet me bleed away<br />All the emotion<br /><br />Pain<br />Sorrow<br />Anger<br />Hurt<br />
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Let me bleed away<br /><br />Love<br />Respect<br />Adoration<br />Happiness<br />
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Let it flow<br />Let it let me go.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18003216779196431938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006235722089901706.post-79233200665934001742013-09-26T17:40:00.001-07:002013-09-26T17:40:38.874-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18003216779196431938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006235722089901706.post-14180183600068122732013-09-26T17:23:00.004-07:002013-09-26T17:23:57.503-07:00Madness<br />
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Madness is infectious;</div>
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Torrential and unstoppable.</div>
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You can only hide it away for so long.</div>
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Release it,<br />Control it,<br />Master it<br />Before <i>it</i> <br />Consumes you.</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18003216779196431938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006235722089901706.post-10029283963074552452013-09-24T20:22:00.001-07:002013-09-24T20:22:41.262-07:00Broken<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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A string of:</div>
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Broken Dreams<br />
Broken Promises<br />
Broken Homes<br />
Broken Heart...</div>
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Meet the result:</div>
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A Scattered and Restless Spirit<br />
Broken of Truth.</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18003216779196431938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006235722089901706.post-35638105951151170142013-09-22T20:09:00.002-07:002013-09-22T20:09:44.863-07:00A Bit Broken<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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We are all a bit broken.</div>
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Some are more noticeable than others.</div>
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Does it matter?<br />Either way, we are all shattered<br />and flaking away.</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18003216779196431938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006235722089901706.post-68442655267459978382013-09-22T11:55:00.004-07:002013-09-22T11:55:50.342-07:00Dark and Twisted ThoughtsThese dark and twisted thoughts constantly surround me, begging for attention. I have no relief for they provide none.<br />
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There is no point in hiding; one cannot hide from one's self.<br />
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18003216779196431938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006235722089901706.post-79574095641420297572013-09-19T18:24:00.000-07:002013-09-19T18:24:27.803-07:00Welcome to the EndAll endings have a beginning...<br /><br />
And this is mine.<br />
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I will spin the tales that gather in the shadows of my dark and twisted mind.<br />
Read them, if you dare.<br />
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May the gods have mercy on your soul because my words will not.<br />
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Grieving,<br />
Emelyn St. JamesAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18003216779196431938noreply@blogger.com0