Now it seems so easy to see,my path traced in a dusted destiny –all these truths which lie in store,far beyond each African shore. I sailed across a world so wideto allow my soul to no longer hide.Barefoot, I stepped...

I am but a sorceress of the night,wielding rhyme within my write,as I pen another transcending poem,while I let my wicked heart roam. With just a flick and a whispered word—no need for broom or black cat stirred—I transmute silence...

(a submissive’s soliloquy) I am beauty in silver silence—metal bites my wrists and ankles,each click a reminderthat I long for. Gagged,not to silence me—but to reinforcethat begging is not my right.Only moans,muffled and soaked,can pass through this leather bloom. He watches—patient as...

Tell all the truth but tell it slant — Dickinson     You must tell Verity but slant itIt dazzles if too boldMakes it far too sharp to graspEven when it's retold A flash direct blinds simple SoulsAs Mysteries revealMore depth than Spotlights...

she railed and railed incessantly 'bout sumthin i did the other daybitchin about this that n the thirdit was blah blah blah mixed with a bunch of epithetsfuck you muthafucka...blah blah blaharrogant piece of shit...blah blah blahself centered bastard...blah blah blah and a blah...