The Pride That Comes After

It knows it all, it knows it all,
The world of groans and laughter,
It sneers of pride before a fall,
But the bitter pride comes after:
So leave me and I’ll seek you not,
So seek me and you’ll find me—
But till I know your hand-grip’s true
I’ll stand with hands behind me.

It knows it all, it knows it all,
The world of lies and sorrow—
It prates of pride before a fall,
And of the humble morrow;
But shame and blame are but a name,
Oh, heart that’s hurt past curing!
We’ll drink to-night the sinner’s pride,
The pride that’s most enduring.

They know it all, they know it all,
The curs that pass the sentence.
They preach of pride before a fall
And bitter black repentance:
So leave me when my star is set,
I’ll glory that you leave me,
While one has pride to love me yet
There’s nought on earth shall grieve me.

The Pride That Comes After

Henry Lawson

Bluebird

there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say, stay in there, I'm not going
to let anybody see
you.
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I pour whiskey on him and inhale
cigarette smoke
and the whores and the bartenders
and the grocery clerks
never know that
he's
in there.

there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say,
stay down, do you want to mess
me up?
you want to screw up the
works?
you want to blow my book sales in
Europe?
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too clever, I only let him out
at night sometimes
when everybody's asleep.
I say, I know that you're there,
so don't be
sad.
then I put him back,
but he's singing a little
in there, I haven't quite let him
die
and we sleep together like
that
with our
secret pact
and it's nice enough to
make a man
weep, but I don't
weep, do
you?

Charles Bukowski

”Mon P’tit pithon”

”Mon P’tit pithon”

Usandsynlig rød farve
i vandkanten
af vinen
tegneserieagtige konturer
optegnede linjer, hårdt
konstruerede
en Chesterfield
der præsenterer sig selv
som ståsted for observation
såvel som
gennemstrømning
af krop, et usvovlet
livsfragment
noteres, ikke uden
at sætte spor

Poul Pilgaard Johnsen 2014

Jordens stillhet

Jorden kan du inte göra om.

Stilla din häftiga själ.

Endast en sak kan du göra,

en annan människa väl.

Men detta är redan så mycket,

att själva stjärnorna ler.

En hungrande människa

mindre betyder en broder mer.

 

Stig Dagerman

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My submission is a gift that I do not give lightly,
and can only be given to one who can appreciate
that gift and return it tenfold.

Only to he who has that strength
will I give myself fully,
because I am strong and proud.

I am a submissive woman.


 ~~Author Unknown~~

...love...

I stopped

thinking about

beauty

when

I saw

love between

blind couple

Betraktaren

Betraktaren

Jag är här, för att betrakta.

Tar inte längre del av det som ses.

Tillhöra, tillhörighet.

Inget för en som mig.

Jag är en betraktare,

utan delaktighet i er helhet

 

- Anonym

Submission

***
There is a sweet Black to it all..

 The heavy hand.. the gentle sweep of

 flesh to flesh..

 I open myself to Him…

Heart.. Mind.. Soul..

 And He buries Himself well..

 His Mastery is the Tone..

 The Look..

 The Touch..

With Him.. I can be myself..

 I can give with all my heart..

 I can be vulnerable and innocent..

 I can be freed of Control

In His palm… I can place my life.

 I belong to Him.

 I am the clay

 He the molder..

 I bend to His will

 and He….

Will never break the fragile Gift of my submission

***


hoppe

Morgentanker

"Når jeg tenker på

hvor myk du er

om morgenen

blir jeg hard

og vil ta deg"


Hyndla

"Does Anybody Really Know What Time It Is?"

 "Does Anybody Really Know What Time It Is?"

 

As I was walking down the street one day
A man came up to me and asked me what the time was that was
on my watch, yeah
And I said
Does anybody really know what time it is
I don't
Does anybody really care
care
If so I can't imagine why
about time
We've all got time enough to cry
Oh no, no
And I was walking down the street one day
A pretty lady looked at me and said her diamond watch had
stopped cold dead
And I said
Does anybody really know what time it is
I don't
Does anybody really care
care
If so I can't imagine why
about time
We've all got time enough to cry
Oh no, no
And I was walking down the street one day
Being pushed and shoved by people trying to beat the clock,
oh, so I just don't know,
I just don't know
And I said, yes I said
Background Vocal:
People runnin' everywhere
Don't know the way to go
Don't know where I am
Can't see past the next step
Don't have to think past the last mile
Have no time to look around
Just run around, run around and think why
Does anybody really know what time it is
I don't
Does anybody really care
care
If so I can't imagine why
about time
We've all got time enough to die
Oh no, no

 

 

"The Chicago Transit Authority" (1969)



...søvnløs...

nok en gang
står solen opp
uten at jeg
har fått søvn
i kroppen

Kj...-Ærlighet

                

Kjærlighet består av ti bokstaver;

åtte av de er Ærlighet.

Stjernens drøm

Ræk højt, for stjernerne ligger gemt i dig.
Drøm dybt, for hver drøm går forud for målet.

Kvinden

Dødsriket

Jeg skriker. 

Kroppen verker overalt, men den kjennes ikke ut som min. 

Jeg forsøker å åpne øynene, men øyenlokkene lar seg ikke rikke. Alle lyder er dempet, som på bunnen av elven. Og jeg er våt, men befinner meg ikke under vann. Den kjølige luften treffer huden og fortrenger et øyeblikk smerten idet kulden rister gjennom meg. Overalt er det lyder jeg aldri har hørt.

Jeg løftes opp, svinges gjennom luften, og verden snurrer. Øynene blir presset åpne. Det svir. Store skygger farer forbi meg som demoner i natten. Jeg ser noe komme mot meg, og med ett ser jeg et hvitt kjempeansikt som gapskratter. Skrik tømmer lungene mine igjen.

Jeg er kommet til dødsriket. 


Bian Shen

xXx

Den nakne kroppen er nesten borte. Hun ligger foran meg, men jeg kan så vidt skimte henne. Noen få flekker av henne er alt som ikke er visket ut, men de fyller meg med et sinne som sluker alt. Først da hun er helt borte, reiser jeg meg. Armene mine er foran meg, men jeg kan ikke se dem.

Jeg går og går, og kun morgenen vekker meg til verden.
Jeg faller. Tårene mine renner, forsøker å vaske meg tilbake, men jeg vil ikke.

Hendene mine finner punktet før jeg vet hva jeg vil.
Jeg dekker kroppen min fra bunn til topp.
Verden vil aldri finne meg igjen.

Bian Shen

Duett

To hjerter og en sjel

To dråper faller ned

Faller ned og blir til en

Som to hjerter og en sjel

Du trenger bare en å dele med

For to par øyne de ser mer

Blir man ikke sett er man ingenting

 Du trenger bare en for å kjenne deg til

 To skjebner og en drøm som ber den samme bønn

-ukjent-

First Conversation

If you could speak would you describe where you've been
The world you came from?
Do the babies fall from stars above
Or are they chemical results of love?
Were you meant for me
As I was meant for you?

And could you tell us where you journey began
On a spirit planet?
Are you a sacret gift in flesh and blood
Carried by the thought of God?
Did He call for you as He once called for me?

Your first reply is an everlasting smile
My breathing child - I am breathless by surprise
We get wiser through the brain
But somehow wiser through the pain
I just believe in you as you believe in me.

How did you find us - Did you choose from a list
A "Parents Yellow Pages"?
Or did we meet as angels in a dream
Or were you just the strongest in the stream
Did you reappear from Heaven somewhere near?

Your precious little face holds that secret
I don't care - Now you're here!

Cecilie Nordby

empty moments

I want to know
 if you can
be alone
 with yourself
 and if you truly like
 the company
you keep
 in the empty moments

Din Tøs i regnet

 

Hun flørter med de grå skyene

Den triste himmelen faller for henne

Deres melankolske elskov
kler henne naken
i regnet

lossius-2006

Begjæret & Ekstasen

 

                          

Det er en verden
under vår verden
Ett ansikt bak
vår bleke maske

En mørk drøm
venter på de
som søker,
men ikke vet
hva de leter etter

Der skinn og sinn
formes som leire
modelleres av
begjær og lyst
bortenfor all drøm,
all oppfattelse, all
forestilling.

Der smerte og ekstase
blandes, og blir
til en hellig gral
av sanseløs henfallelse

Vri nøkkelen, finn
låsen, åpne døren,
du vet du vil, du vet
du kan, hør den lave
lyden av verdens
kjødelige sjel.

En mørk sjel som lengter,
drømmer, begjærer,
over uvirkelige avstander
og uendelige tider etter
å røre ved dine hemmelige
lyster, de som du bare
så vidt vet om og tør
forestille deg…

I smertens evighet,
blir din hjerte og sjel
formet på nytt og på nytt,
over og over igjen, til
dine sanser ser altet
bortenfor altet, intet
bakenfor intet, og
føler galskapen rive
din eksistens bit
for bit for bit.

BeatPoet-2005
Udgivet den 4. juni 2015 by Stene Anker

"Roxanne"

Roxanne
You don't have to put on the red light
Those days are over
You don't have to sell your body to the night

Roxanne
You don't have to wear that dress tonight
Walk the streets for money
You don't care if it's wrong or if it's right

Roxanne
You don't have to put on the red light
Roxanne
You don't have to put on the red light

Roxanne (put on the red light)
Roxanne (put on the red light)
Roxanne (put on the red light)
Roxanne (put on the red light)
Roxanne (put on the red light)
Rox—

I loved you since I knew you
I wouldn't talk down to you
I have to tell you just how I feel
I won't share you with another boy

I know my mind is made up
So put away your make-up
Told you once, I won't tell you again
It's a bad way

Roxanne
You don't have to put on the red light
Roxanne
You don't have to put on the red light

Roxanne (you don't have to put on the red light)
Roxanne (put on the red light)
Roxanne (put on the red light)
Roxanne (put on the red light)
Roxanne (put on the red light)
Roxanne (put on the red light)
Roxanne (put on the red light)
Roxanne (put on the red light)
Roxanne (you don't have to put on the red light)
Roxanne (put on the red light)
Roxanne (you don't have to put on the red light)
Roxanne (put on the red light)

 

 

Writer(s): Gordon Sumner
Copyright: Gm Sumner

Waitin' for the Weekend

Good Old Days

Ballett

...dreaming reallity...

Not only did I allow you to dream, eventually
I allowed that dream to become reality.

I had not expected it, but by doing so I gained
reality for some of my own dreams.Hyndla-2015

Glede

Gleden over å tilgi
er søtere enn gleden
over hevn.

Koranen

“Ham On Rye”

We walked over to where they were standing. We looked up.
“What is it?” I asked.
“Hell, can’t you see it?” one of the big guys asked.
“See what?”
“It’s a cunt.”
“A cunt? Where?”
“Look, right there! See it?”
He pointed.
There was a woman sitting with her skirt bunched back underneath her.
She didn’t have any panties on, and looking up between the planks you could
see her cunt.
“See it?”
“Yeah, I see it. It’s a cunt,” said Frank.
“All right, now you guys get out of here and keep your mouths shut.”
“But we want to look at it a little longer,” said Frank. “Just let us
look a little longer.”
“All right, but not too long.”
We stood there looking up at it.
“I can see it,” I said.
“It’s a cunt,” said Frank.
“It’s really a cunt,” I said.
“Yeah,” said one of the big guys, “that’s what it is.”
“I’ll always remember this,” I said.
“All right, you guys, it’s time to go.”
“What for?” asked Frank. “Why can’t we keep looking?”
“Because,” said one of the big guys, “I’m going to do something.
Now get out of here!”
We walked off.
“I wonder what he’s going to do?” I asked.
“I don’t know,” said Frank, “maybe he’s going to throw a rock at
it.”
-Charles Bukowski – “Ham On Rye”

-when I turned around, and it was me

Peeking at you over the edge of my sunglasses. 
The pretty lady, dancing the pretty dance. You wondering if she'd dance when it was time for your music. Then she turned around.

And then a past you left behind for your music suddenly stared back at you. A representative of what you had once sacrificed for your ambitions.

Follow your dream, make it real, I said, sad to loose your company, happy to know you were following your dream. You were leaving us all behind. And then I comforted my other friend, your now ex-girlfriend.

The dream had since become reality. And there I was.  
The one you hadn't dared even dream of.

You started dreaming again, right then and there. This time, you dreamt of me.
A dream with no ambition but to be allowed to be dreamt.


******************


I, however, had planned to dodge you. To leave you undisturbed to your ambitions. 
But as I turned and stared right into your face, I could not do so without affront. I had to confront.

And that's about where you got fucked. Not in the litteral way though. At least not yet. I judged you not in need of my protection, strong and able to protect yourself. 
You could carry the weight of choosing not to on your own shoulders. 
So I allowed your dream.


************


Not only did I allow you to dream, eventually I allowed that dream to become reality.

I had not expected it, but by doing so I gained reality for some of my own dreams.


Hyndla- 2015

Finnes Du?

Du er ansiktet i mine lengsler....
og tårene bak mitt smil...
Du er målet for min søken....
og en trøst når jeg er tvil...
Du er solen når alt er skyer....
og mitt lys når det er natt...
Du er hånden i alle drømmer....
og mitt håp når alt er svart..

 Finnes du? 

 

(S-R Olsen)

Morgenmykhet

“Når jeg tenker på hvor
Myk du er nå om morgenen
Blir jeg hard
Og vil ta deg”

Hyndla

Hjelpekunst

Hvis det i sannhet skal lykkes å føre et menneske hen til et bestemt sted, må man først passe på å finne ham der hvor han er og begynne der. Dette er hemmeligheten i all hjelpekunst.

Søren Kierkegaard

Mood Indigo

“Mood Indigo”

You ain’t been blue; no, no, no.
You ain’t been blue,
Till you’ve had that mood indigo.
That feelin’ goes stealin’ down to my shoes
While I sit and sigh, “Go ‘long blues”.

 

Always get that mood indigo,
Since my baby said goodbye.
In the evenin’ when lights are low,
I’m so lonesome I could cry.


‘Cause there’s nobody who cares about me,
I’m just a soul who’s
Bluer than blue can be.
When I get that mood indigo,
I could lay me down and die.

Writer(s): Irving Mills, Leon Albany Bigard, Edward Kennedy Ellington, Duke Ellington
Copyright: Famous Music LLC, Gotham Music Service Inc.

Stella by Starlight

The song a robin sings
Through years of endless springs
The murmur of a brook at eventide
That ripples by a nook where two lovers hide

 

A great symphonic theme
Thats Stella by starlight and not a dream
She's all of this and more
Shes everything that you would adore

 

The song a robin sings
Through years of endless springs
The murmur of a brook at eventide
That ripples by a nook where two lovers hide

 

A great symphonic theme
That's Stella by starlight and not a dream
She's is all of this and more
She's everything you would adore

 

Have you seen Stella by starlite with moon in her ave
That's Stella by starlight raptures so rare
She's is all of this and more
She's everything you would adore

 

Songwriters
WASHINGTON, NED / YOUNG, VICTOR

Hvad må folk tro?

Stand By Me

When the night has come
And the land is dark
And the moon is the only light we'll see
No, I won't be afraid
Oh, I won't be afraid
Just as long as you stand, stand by me

 

So darling, darling
Stand by me, oh stand by me
Oh stand, stand by me
Stand by me

 

If the sky, that we look upon
Should tumble and fall
And the mountain should crumble to the sea
I won't cry, I won't cry
No, I won't shed a tear
Just as long as you stand, stand by me

 

And darling, darling
Stand by me, oh stand by me
Oh stand now, stand by me
Stand by me

 

So darling, darling
Stand by me, oh stand by me
Oh stand now, stand by me, stand by me
Whenever you're in trouble won't you stand by me
Oh stand by me, oh won't you stand now, stand
Stand by me
Stand by me

 

Songwriters
KING, BEN / LEIBER, JERRY / STOLLER, MIKE

My First, My Last, My Everything

We got it together, didn't we?
Nobody but you and me
We got it together, baby

 

My first, my last, my everything
And the answer to all my dreams
You're my sun, my moon, my guiding star
My kind of wonderful, that's what you are

 

I know there's only, only one like you
There's no way they could have made two
You're, you're all I'm living for, your love I'll keep for evermore
You're the first, my last, my everything

 

In you I've found so many things
A love so new, only you could bring
Can't you see if you, you'll make me feel this way
You're like a first morning dew on a brand new day

 

I see so many ways that I can love you
'Til the day I die
You're my reality, yet I'm lost in a dream
You're my first, my last, my everything

 

I know there's only one, only one like you
There's no way they could have made two
Girl, you're my reality, but I'm lost in a dream
You're the first, you're the last, my everything

 

Songwriters
White Barry Eugene; Radcliffe Peter Sterling; Sepe Anthony J/music Royalty

The End

Sinking... Falling... Trembling
My sadness comes in waves, at times washes me away
My pleasure from you, and my devotion to you is true
Spoken words, thoughts inside my head, please stay...
Shaking...crying...lying
My joy comes in waves, at times washes me back in
Pain from you, loving you is nothing but true
Written words, thoughts of you... All will come to an end.

Access

Look at me, deep into depths of my eyes. And I will allow You access to my hidden desires, depravities; and I beg of You permit me admittance to the recesses of Your innermost secrets, darkest wants. Then W/we'll seduce one another with words that not only motivate and encourage but tempt, entice. Words that speak of new dawning to O/our hearts, of development & fulfillment to O/our minds, of taking flight to O/our spirits. Take flight with me. Declare promising words of indulgence and contentment that consume my attentions, mesmerize my thoughts, titilize my insatiable appetite. Yes, seduce my imaginations, granting You entrance to my soul., the key to my gift of submission.

Trust Me

Give yourself to me,
Let loose your uncertainties,
Trust me completely

Able

Don’t tell me you love me, I can feel your rage
Green eyes burning fatal, like a cat in a cage

 You lie like a baby, licking your wound
The silence is deadly and our love is doomed

I wanna be able, to hold my own, to breathe without drowning, to find a home,
I want you to love me, don’t want you to lie.

Its all up for the taking, it’s the road to ruin
And there’s no hearts breaking, no song out of tune

 You look for attention, you sometimes cry
I even love when you hate me, Oh baby you’re strange

I wanna be able, to tell you my name, to laugh without trying, to know no shame,
Touch without feeling, feeling your pain, feeling your pain, feeling…

In my life / and my soul, my little life / deep inside, way inside / now I know
I know I know I know…

Don’t stop, keep up, walk talk, fall down, break up, life and love
Hiding and cold waiting for the dawn…

A Godsend, love a landslide, something inside, I can’t let go…
I wanna be able, to find my own, I want you to love me, if you don’t you can lie.

 Lie like a lover, don’t wanna be alone, I wanna be able… I wanna be able…
…to find my own, …to find my own… to find my own… I wanna be Able…
…I wanna be able… Able

Sin næstes ønske

Uselviskhed
   er dog det bedste,
som man kan ønske
   for sin næste.

Piet Hein 

Min hvisken lyder

Min hvisken lyder

          

fanget i et nett
av nytelse

spunnet
med tette masker

bydende glødende blikk
fengsler betvinger

øynenes gnister
fenger
tenner

kroppen tar fyr
i ydmyk
overgivelse

all forkledning
kastet

der Hun blotter
meg med blikket

synker ned
der tiden stopper

alt er
i bevegelse

Udgivet den 26. april 2015 by Stene Anker

Living Without You

The milk truck hauls the sun up
And the paper hits the door
The subway shakes my floor
And I think about you
Time to face the dawning gray
Of another lonely day
Baby, it's so hard
Living without you

It's so hard
Baby, it's so hard
Baby, it's so hard
Living without you

Ev'ryone's got something
And they're out tryin' to get some more
They got something to get up for
Well, I ain't about to
Nothing's gonna happen
Nothing's gonna change
Baby, it's so hard
Living without you

It's so hard
Baby, it's so hard
Baby, it's so hard
Living without you

Randy Newman

Laugh and Be Happy

I know what’s going on here
Ain’t no mystery
Y’all have lost faith in yourselves
It’s as clear as it can be

You can whine all you want to
Drown in your misery
Or you can listen to me
Listen to me

Laugh and be happy
Don’t you ever wear a frown
Don’t let the bastards grind you Down

Laugh and be happy
It’s a simple thing to do
Believe in your dreams
And your dreams will come true for you

There’ll be a red sun shining in a sky so blue
Blackbirds singing in the trees

There’s a real silver lining
Up there for me and you
Listen to me
Listen to me

Now the country that we’re living in

{Happy Immigrants: You mean the good ol’ USA?}

That’s right!
It’s never been about keeping you out
It’s about inviting you in and letting you play

Laugh and be happy
Don’t you ever wear a frown
Get right back on your feet
Whenever they knock you Down

You’ve got to laugh and be happy
Smile right in their face
‘Cause pretty soon
You’re gonna take their Place

They’ll come whack whack whackin’ like old man trouble
Whacking on your front door
They try to send you packin’ on the double
But you ain’t going away no more

Laugh and be happy
Don’t you ever wear a frown
Don’t let the bastards grind you Down

Laugh and be happy
Now listen to what I say
Everything’s going to go your way
You’ll be on top of the world

Randy Newman

Walk On By

If you see me walking down the street
And I start to cry each time we meet
Walk on by, walk on by

Make believe
That you don't see the tears
Just let me grieve
In private 'cause each time I see you
I break down and cry
And walk on by (don't stop)
And walk on by (don't stop)
And walk on by

I just can't get over losing you
And so if I seem broken and blue
Walk on by, walk on by

Foolish pride
Is all that I have left
So let me hide
The tears and the sadness you gave me
When you said goodbye
Walk on by
And walk on by
I just can't get over losing you
And so if I seem broken and blue
Walk on by, walk on by

Foolish pride
Is all that I have left
So let me hide
The tears and the sadness you gave me
When you said goodbye
Walk on by
And walk on by
Walk on by (don't stop)
Walk on by (don't stop)

Songwriters
Davis, Don / Martin, Andrea

The Rose

Some say love, it is a river that drowns the tender reed
Some say love, it is a razor that leaves your soul to bleed
Some say love, it is a hunger an endless aching need
I say love, it is a flower and you, it's only seed

It's the heart, afraid of breaking that never learns to dance
It's the dream, afraid of waking that never takes the chance
It's the one who won't be taken who cannot seem to give
And the soul, afraid of dying that never learns to live

When the night has been too lonely and the road has been too long
And you think that love is only for the lucky and the strong
Just remember in the winter far beneath the bitter snow
Lies the seed that with the sun's love, in the spring becomes

the rose

Writer(s): Amanda Mcbroom
Copyright: Third Story Music Inc., Warner-tamerlane Publishing Corp.

Gleder

Deiligst av alle gleder
er gleden for slett ingenting,
ikke for noe du kan eller vil,
gleden for intet og gleden for alt,
gleden fordi du er til....
(Axel Juel)

Rose Garden

 

“(I Never Promised You A) Rose Garden”

I beg your pardon I never promised you a rose garden
Along with the sunshine there’s gotta be a little rain sometime
When you take you gotta give so live and let live and let go oh oh oh oh
I beg your pardon I never promised you a rose garden
I could promise you things like big diamond rings
But you don’t find roses growin’ on stalks of clover
So you better think it over
Well, if sweet talking you could make it come true
I would give you the world right now on a silver platter
But what would it matter
So smile for a while and let’s be jolly love shouldn’t be so melancholy
Come along and share the good times while we can
I beg your pardon I never promised you a rose garden
Along with the sunshine there’s gotta be a little rain sometime
I beg your pardon I never promised you a rose garden
I could sing you a tune and promise you the moon
But if that’s what it takes to hold you I’d just as soon let you go
But there’s one thing I want you to know
You’d better look before you leap still waters run deep
And there won’t always be someone there to pull you out
And you know what I’m talking about
So smile for a while and let’s be jolly love shouldn’t be so melancholy
Come along and share the good times while we can
I beg your pardon I never promised you a rose garden
Along with the sunshine there’s gotta be a little rain sometime…..
I beg your pardon I never promised you a rose garden
Along with the sunshine there’s gotta be a little rain sometime…..

Writer(s): Joe South
Copyright: Sony/ATV Songs LLC

Endorphins

 

 

Three Days Grace ~ Pain
Trust me and take my hand
When the lights go out you will understand

A year ago I tried to convey my feelings on knife play, on what it meant, to me.
I failed, I couldn’t do it, the experience simply too profound to define.

Here, a year on, I find myself in the same predicament, sitting here with a bag full of scrabble letters spending time trying to make coherent sentences from the random tiles representing my thoughts which haphazardly appear before me.

~

The knife rakes gloriously over my body, blade catching delectably upon minute undulations in the skin.
Sometimes slowly, deliberately, the torture extended,
sometimes quickly, a burst of strikes in swift succession, sensation taking my breath away.
Friction, burn, pain, endorphins.

 Welts raised, patterns made, my body available to mark as He sees fit.
Cold blade makes contact with my trembling body, and I sigh, content, langorously groan, surrender immediate, submission complete.

 I am at His mercy, and at the mercy of the chemical high which floods the synapses firing lazily, fogging my brain, rendering it calm, rendering it compliant.
I shake as the rush surges through my veins, head thrown back, a divine saturation, and somewhere in the distance His dominance plays. He alternates strokes, making me dance below Him.

 Breath held, breath exhaled, tender flesh anticipating where the next stripe will form.
He’s at home as He toys with me in this barely lucid state, letting me fall under His spell, each whimper suffused with obedience as His dominance drinks it’s fill. Within this state of harmonious repose He moves me, physically, emotionally, everything acutely felt.

Whether the blade should sharply scrape and wring from me a sudden scream, or leisurely trace His mark upon my skin, I am but the marionette dangling blissfully at the end of His string.

Posted on April 6, 2015 by understandingflutterby

I finally did it!

 

                          

Oh, bloody hell, it makes me so MAD!!!
(which is the equivalent of the submissive "sad")

 

I feel the anger rage, my mind clear as ice,
It is the moment to establish, are you men or mice?

 

I finalised a murder today...., I finally did it
I removed the side of me that should have been comitted

 

The little submissive is finally dead,
The one that is my feelings and not my head

 

I have struggled to save her, to keep her protected
but she dragged me down, made me feel rejected

 

There WAS no beauty in my "little" side,
only weakness, disgust and the lack of pride

 

I do know my feelings was way to large,
from now on I'll only let my head be in charge

 

I finally did it, I killed my innocent little,
I did love her to death, but she was way to brittle...

 

FreidigFrekk FL

Mit Indeni

MIT INDENI      

“MIT INDENI”

Hold mit hjerte – bare et øjeblik
lad være og tvivl
Kom nu. Indhent mig med din kærlighed
lad os dele liv
Lad mig leve eller overleve
bare ét minut
Du er i mine tanker
en særlig duft

 Du er – mit indeni
mit indeni..
En, dér ved mig her – endnu en drøm at befri
Jeg lægger mine følelser frit frem, så du kan tage
hvad du synes – gør det til dit
og mit indeni

 Jeg lever i og dør for dig
jeg lever ikke for dig, men jeg lever med dig
Vent, og se! Når hele verden sover
er jeg den, der lover og sværger
Hold mit hjerte
bare et øjeblik
Lad være at tænk
når du kan nøjes med at se
Kom fugl
vis mig din hemmelighed
Den magiske dør
åbner sig for altid

 Du er – mit indeni
mit indeni..
Svær at begribe, eller bare gribe i
Jeg lægger mine følelser frit frem, så du kan tage
hvad du synes – gør det til dit
og mit indeni
Lad være at tab mig
men hold mig bare et øjeblik
for du er for altid den
der rør mig mest
Og hvis du tænker på
at forlade mig
så tænk på hvordan
det vil være, foruden dit & mit Indeni
Du er mit indeni. Din for altid, mit indeni…

Copyright Tania Viit 2015 - Udgivet den 6. april 2015 by Stene Anker

 



Something

 

"Something"

Something in the way she moves
Attracts me like no other lover
Something in the way she woos me

I don't want to leave her now
You know I believe and how

Somewhere in her smile she knows
That I don't need no other lover
Something in her style that shows me

Don't want to leave her now
You know I believe and how

You're asking me will my love grow
I don't know, I don't know
You stick around now it may show
I don't know, I don't know

Something in the way she knows
And all I have to do is think of her
Something in the things she shows me

Don't want to leave her now
You know I believe and how 

Et Helvede

 

 Et Helvede.

Skriger!
Men lydløst
Fanget i mig selv
Låst fast i Helvede
Uvirkelig Virkelighed
Livet slår mit sind ihjel
Famler blindt efter lyset
Falder – Rejser mig ikke igen
Griber fortvivlet – men efter hvad?
Der findes intet at holde fast i længere
Håbløshed – Angst – Tusindvis af følelser
Gråden som endnu engang sidder fast i mig

(Regnbuepigen)



Selvmordets Lykke

 

Selvmordets Lykke.
Forlanger ikke at I skal forstå mig
- Ønsker blot at I accepterer mit valg
Lad mig finde mit sidste hvilested
- Tving mig ikke til at skulle leve videre
Forhåbentligt er denne dag den sidste
- Snart lukker jeg mine øjne og rejser
Livet skal ikke længere pine mig – Farvel!
- Flyver ud – forlader for evigt min krop
Er ikke længere bange – Tværtimod
- Alle mine pinsler får endelig en ende

 (Regnbuepigen)

 

Strangers in the night

 

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Shape and form
Curves and dips
To be explored
With fingertips

Shadow and silhouette
Dark and light
You and me
This perfect night

Twist and hurt
Rip and tear
Hold me tight
By my hair

Skin and tissue
Flesh and bone
Consume me now
Set the tone

Leave nothing known
In my mind
In all this
Myself I find

 

 

By Molly Moore on March 21, 2015.

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Bildet av morgensolen i en duggdråpe er ikke mindre enn solen.

Bildet av morgensolen i en duggdråpe er ikke mindre enn solen. 

(Kahlil Gibran)

Akk...

Akk, når man betrakter menneskenes liv, må man ofte si med sorg: De vet ikke selv hvilke krefter de har, de forhindrer seg selv i å få det å vite, fordi de med de fleste krefter arbeider seg selv i mot. 

(Søren Kierkegaard)

OL-lue

Jeg byttet bort hatten, og fikk lua igjen...
(heklet av Elisabeth Skjeret, byttet med hennes bror)

et blikk
et smil
en klem

varmen fra
din nakne kropp
gjør meg het

det er fuktig
i regnbyen
selvom solen skinner

Bergen by Night

http://wp.me/p2wCpO-C8

... den vanlige maskuline skuffelse 

over å oppdage at en kvinne har hjerne. 

Margaret Mitchell 

En sommerfugls selvmord: Lattergas til grin som selvmordsmetode

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Å være opptatt av helsen er den største hindring for et godt liv. 

(Platon)

Jeg har bare smagt et kys 

Og nu er jeg så magtesløs 

Har ik' haft det sådan før 

Så jeg ved ikke hvad jeg skal gøre 

Og om jeg tør 

(Mia Roesen)

Den som dreper for sin sak

Har det absolutte og moralske tap

Misstolkede ideologier mister sin borg

Handlinger blir til meningsløs sorg

ukjent

Stolt eier av G-punktstimulator!

Valentine Smile

On Valentine's Day we think of those
 Who make our lives worthwhile,
 Those gracious, friendly people who
 We think of with a smile.

I am fortunate to know you,
That's why I want to say,
To a rare and special person:
Happy Valentine's Day!

By Joanna Fuchs

 

 



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en dag flyver jeg væk
uden at sige farvel

havde jeg dog bare kræfter
ville jeg græde
mit mørke ud

havde jeg dog bare ord
ville jeg be
om hjælp

havde jeg dog bare
mod
ville jeg leve

men jeg har
intet

en dag flyver jeg væk
uden at sige farvel

Ditte Marie Kristensen

Depression

Du tager mig holder mig fast

Du omgiver mit sind med mørke

Du tager glæden ved livet fra mig

Mit overskud river du bort med stærke klør

Min energi suger du til dig, som en ile suger blod

Min kærlighed klæder du dig med i triumf

Interessen for alting omkring mig hvisker du bort,

som kridtrester på en tavle, blankt og rent og

erstatter den i stedet med tristhed og ligegyldighed

Mine følelser pakker du ind i dysterhed

Du fylder det hele og er med mig alle dage

Du følger mig om jeg vil det eller ej

Du er min dårlige og syge halvdel

Du gør hver dag lang og uoverskuelig

Du tager livsmodet fra mig, så jeg ikke længer vil kæmpe

Du fylder mit sind med selvmordstanker og skrækkelige billeder!

Du gør mine tanker uklare og tågede, så jeg mister fokus

Du fratager mig min evne til at kunne rumme andre mennesker omkring mig

Du fylder mig med smerte, så der ikke er plads til andet en den

Du tager mine følelser fra mig, og hvor de før var er der nu tomhed

Du favner mig i dit kolde hårde greb, fast og svært at slippe ud af

Du fylder mit hjerte med fortvivlelse

Min sjæl fylder du med kulde og sorg

Du er som selveste helvede på jord, pinefuld og smertelig

Jeg er en del af dig, og du er en del af mig uundgåeligt knyttet sammen.

Depression du tager mig i dine stærke klør, forsvind langt bort, og slip mig fri igen!

af Sommerfuglepigen

19-12-2009 02:42

Her er digtet ‘Kære depression’, 

som jeg læste op i TvLorry.

Kære depression,
Du er ikke en ønsket gæst i mit liv
Du tager min glæde,
Min lyst til livet
Mit liv

Du er et vinterhi
Der varer ved
Du er de sorte briller
Mit sind får på

Du er alle de tårer,
Jeg har grædt
Alt den sorg, jeg har følt

Du er den fysiske smerte
Når livet gør for ondt

Du er tvivlen
Der stjæler mit håb og troen på
At alt nok skal blive godt

Du er alle de ting, jeg har sagt
Men mest af alt er du det usagte
Du er de gange, jeg har lidt i stilhed

23. januar 2011 Af Sara Rützou