Through book events, poetry, and creativity, we dive a little deeper into humanity.
Sickness crawls in over and over again.
A sickness too sweet.
Too thick.
A sickness deep enough to where it cracks bone.
Feral enough to where it stops hearts.
Leaves scars,
bleeds open wounds.
A sickness that beats, and beats, and beats.
Until it all stops.
Until everything stops.
And that lost love leaves you a fool.
I’m not built for you to love me. I’m built for you to appreciate me from afar.
Numb.
Like a crackling wood in a soothing, low fire.
Barely warm.
Barely cold.
Barely anything.
Charcoal eyes
Ink wet heart
White stretched smile
Stares in the dark
Heartbeat slows
Breathing thins
Soulless window
Let them in
A knock at your door
A tap to your thigh
Let them realize
You will not lie
Trapped for good
Locked in a cage
Your life mimics
The sins that you laid
Taste the adventure
On the tip of your tongue
Just by announcing the words
Give everyone hope
For the future to come
When you tell them what’s in the works
Please violate my Venn Diagram
The one with all my traits
The one with me, mom, and daddy
Please shake it till it quakes
Warp it, bend it, burn it
Whatever you can do
I need to understand why
Only I say I love you
How can she expect anything more?
She cleans
She stays in shape
She schedules
Does their homework
Keeps them clean
Keeps them dressed
But doesn’t “try”
So, of course
Daddy is always the best
It’s sad when one sentence
Creates division for you
A permanent divide
No way for me through
It’s as if you were waiting
For my lips to wreck me
For one word to break us
You never wanted us to be
I went to a conference in Florida recently called Smut Lovers and it was so useful. I learned so much in such a short period of time that I felt like my head was swimming. I was happy to be introduced to such a kind community of BDSM and appreciated what they showed us, which was how to do things the safe and right way so we will write things correctly in order for no one to get hurt. Knife play was the biggest shocker to me on how it is really done, Violet Wand play intrigued me the most, and interestingly I learned that I am not that into fire play because of the amount of set-up that goes into it for so little.
This group respects humans to their core and consistently preached how important consent is all around. Honestly, it was a little triggering because of my background, but it is an event that I think is important for most people to go to in order to help get rid of stigmas, talk about what needs to be talked about, and to understand safety and oneself.
I need proof that this world exists and I’m not floating and spinning in a mist of my own dreams.
Prove to me I won’t wake up and you’ll be gone. That as tangible as you feel is enough to show this is reality.
It’s just… the pieces don’t fit together and don’t belong.
Regaining Lost Aspects: Mind and Soul 