Day Light Burns

There on my brightest days

Nowhere to be found in the darkest nights

Taking credit for victories

And passing the blame for failures


Everything I ever wanted

Yet nothing I ever needed

I learned to live

And never forgive


Blood was thick

Yet reality was quick

Genetics does not a family make

And the lie was easy to forsake


You’ll never hear those prayers

Or see the plights

Or know how haunted

The mind has become with warnings not heeded


Midnight Garden

A spark of genius

Quenched in the elixir

Of forgotten misery

Remembered hate and forsaken love

That comes in waves

With the ebbs and flows

Of memories graves

With nothing to show

For all the pain that grows

In the garden I sowed

Surges of Love Amidst Brutality — ABCs Of Kink

I updated my Fetlife profile yesterday with some new photos (@CreatureCrea if you’re interested). A couple of them are a bit on the brutal side, depicting around 90 needles as my tools of torture in a CBT scene. As scary as that looks though, the session itself was nothing but loving and kind. Brimming with…

via Surges of Love Amidst Brutality — ABCs Of Kink


​Can’t be late

Not on this date

No matter the time

Nor reason or rhyme

There’s no avoiding fate

Sometimes life is the crime
Freedom is death 

Choice is breath

The unsung voice

Of the blind man in the deaf kingdom
Fractured reality 

No escape in neutrality 

Every minute 

Going more militant

The world on mute

Yet I’m the one whose hesitant 
The world on fire

Yet no reprieve does it desire

Watch it burn

With all the lessons, I learn

A tear in an eye

In the other a gleam I can’t deny