I just needed to vent

Ahh. The windows are open. Letting a little fresh air in on the forum with some ventilation.
 
I love you Mrs. D
Not really venting hard or anything I'm just saying

happy 7 month :kiss:
 
RenzaJones said:
I love you Mrs. D
Not really venting hard or anything I'm just saying

happy 7 month :kiss:

I love you too honey but it's only been 6 months. :)
How are you counting?
 
destinie21 said:
I love you too honey but it's only been 6 months. :)
How are you counting?

would you believe that in my constant distraction (thanks to you) that I forgot how to count?
 
There's things I want to say but I don't have the words.and theres things I want to share but I don't know how
for to long I denied the truths
and now it's almost to late.
I need the strength to just breakdown
 
Shattered but I'm not broken
wounded but time will heal
I'm still flying like an angel without wings
and trials come to make me strong
at times I feel so alone
and the pain I've lived repeats like
a movie I can't stop watching
and this time dealing is dealing
and not denial
 
destinie21 said:
Shattered but I'm not broken
wounded but time will heal
I'm still flying like an angel without wings
and trials come to make me strong
at times I feel so alone
and the pain I've lived repeats like
a movie I can't stop watching
and this time dealing is dealing
and not denial

There is so much truth in those words, beautifully expressed and graciously accepted.
 
It's a girl :D

A night flight out to D.C.
Phone rings with the news
My God I'm so excited
It's time to look for baby shoes
Everyone says I'm glowing
From a heart filled with joy
To soon to be showing
Is it a girl is it a boy

I Found out your My Darling Girl
Don't you know you change my world
You're my little doll so sweet
You nearly knock me off my feet
Your my little darling child having you makes me smile
God Bless the day he sent my little angel to me

you were perfect from the first day
They must be getting tired of hearing me say
I'm not ashamed to stand up and tell
The world that you're my baby girl

Obviously what's important
is teaching you
Gotta be your example
That shows his life in all I do

You are My Darling, Darling Girl
Don't you know you change my world
Your my little doll so sweet
You nearly knock me off my feet
Your my little darling child

you know I cant wait to see you smile and
God Bless the day he sent my little angel to me
 
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des, renza, thanks for the rainbow of moods...

spitting battle in the street last night
the loser cried and choked, no more lyrical
turned into a full blown fight
when words fail, things get physical

maintain the flow for all our sanity
tell the love, the fear, the sadness
keep at bay the wordless madness
that leads us into hate, insanity

today I heard my woman scream long and loud
I ran from her into the puzzled crowd
When words fail, things get physical
 
I keep hearing this meledy in my ear
I keep feeling your presence so near
music so sweet
so rich and complete
like the voice of an angel
you soothe me

My love song
beautiful song
love song
sweet simple song

Could it be a dream
or is it reality?
sounds just like a symphony
music so, so sweet

so rich and complete
like the voice of an angel it ministers to me
love song
beautiful song
love song. my sweet simple song

Yeah
you're my love song baby
and you sing to me in a voice that touches my soul
the day you opened my eyes, and changed my life
you were a love song to me.

how sweet
it feels to sing you through the tips of my fingers
as I write memories and new verses all at the same time.
My love song
 
This is the remix :)

I'll rise from sleep in the 23 hour of of the day
just to kneel at your feet
and let you know I cant go a day without my baby
and maybe you think I don't tell it true
but 46 hours away from you and I didn't sleep
could hardly eat
and most all my thoughts were of you

elbows rest 'pon the widow sill and I blow kisses in the direction of our house hping you'll catch them as you sing me a song over the phone. All my anytime minutes used just listening to you breathe.

if you listen closely you will see
vestal octave bares twelve tones of flesh

rhythms tangle in a twelve tone mesh
babylon the bandit double faults
those who feel it dance a reggae waltz
i and i drift off in your ocean
ready to float willing to dive
and drown before I try to struggle
against the current

surrealistic dreams have taken hold
and my reality is you
painted in bold primary colors
that mix and make your physical beauty secondary

I look past that and see your light shining like a brand new copper penny.
suddenly I'm a child clutching you in my greedy hand
sure that I'm rich and ready to buy the the world
and like little D said
now that we're married you're my life
a child's mistake some would say
but I say he was right on point.
wise are the eyes of that four year old
who knew you were more than just my wife.
 
As my fingertips span my belly
I hold the world in my hands
and when I look in your eyes everything is complete
from one to two then back to one
now one to three and the math doesn't make sense to any but you and I
and I don't need logic just the love from those eyes
is all I need to survive


from nothing to everything
baby you made me something
and for the first time I am beautiful
in your eyes and mine
whole all by myself
but complete only with you :kiss:
 
I never shed a tear
I stayed strong for them
I left myself neglected
just to fufill what was expected I fought
to be the strength everyone needed
warnings never heeded
I was all I ever needed
until there was you
Somehow you took the chalice of malice and
filled me up like an overflowing cup
from which only you could drink
and from water to wine
you made me devine
and now you are the vine and I am the branches
and we know the branch cannot bear fruit
but through the vine
and I've said it a million times
but I'll continually rewind
just to say it again
my lover my friend
my start and end
my reason for living
breathing and giving

my life
and finally

my wife.
 
Dear Sir or M'am,

I regret to inform you that you may not love me at this time. I realize you have many great qualifications; therefore I will consider your offer at a later date.
However at this time, I am not seeking an attendant. We will keep in touch and you shall be informed of any changes that may occur in the future.

Thank you for your interest.

Sincerely,
The Queen

:rolleyes:
 
It's fun for a while
But all thoughts lose meaning
In the swamp of notions
Where words become nothing

An interest, a zest, a quest
For all that lies screaming
As the voices appear
And return to the void never speaking

We all search for the calling
That will un-stagnate our minds
Re-emphasise our plot
And send our pulses soaring

So to the hidden reaches
We seek our self destruction
As a way to answer opinions
And untangle our problems

But so much of the time
The prize lays waiting
Before your eyes, gleaming
In the light of your optimism

And is there to behold
Display and to treasure
Unique as a voice, body
Or the soul that inhabits
 
I’m so motherfuckin sick
I might just vomit or
,maybe I’ll just talk shit
cuz I know that
ya’ll can’t handle the real shit I spit
should I get lyrically raw
and start a lyrical war
or damn it all

and while you’re recovering in the wreckage
and reveling in the wreckage
of my message
I’ll skip off to cause more question
and trick
for the treat
and just for the hell of it
and I’m like incense
ya’ll set me on fire just for the smell of it
and since I’m burning
take a deep breath now and inhale it
I’m not an addiction
but I mat be a life sentence
and I’ll offer no penance for being
the kind of person that can’t be ignored
I could rant and rage
and fill each page
just saying I’m hurt
but that’s not my style
or maybe it was
and if you have no interest
then it’s easy
don’t invest in the time it takes
to read me
only a fool or a martyr
would be subject to such things
I’m merely a domme
who likes to be queen
 
I’m so motherfuckin sick
I might just vomit or
,maybe I’ll just talk shit
cuz I know that
ya’ll can’t handle the real shit I spit
should I get lyrically raw
and start a lyrical war
or damn it all

and while you’re recovering in the wreckage
and reveling in the wreckage
of my message
I’ll skip off to cause more question
and trick
for the treat
and just for the hell of it
and I’m like incense
ya’ll set me on fire just for the smell of it
and since I’m burning
take a deep breath now and inhale it
I’m not an addiction
but I may be a life sentence
and I’ll offer no penance for being
the kind of person that can’t be ignored
I could rant and rage
and fill each page
just saying I’m hurt
but that’s not my style
or maybe it was
and if you have no interest
then it’s easy
don’t invest in the time it takes
to read me
only a fool or a martyr
would be subject to such things
I’m merely a domme
who likes to be queen
 
Now . . . hm, rubbing chin, if you are so in love with each other, well why post? Shouldn't you be fucking? :D I'd be. Just a thought, oh mispelled intellectual one.

To fuck or not to fuck? That IS the question. Exhibitionism allowed :D oh yes, definate.
 
CharleyH said:
Now . . . hm, rubbing chin, if you are so in love with each other, well why post? Shouldn't you be fucking? :D I'd be. Just a thought, oh mispelled intellectual one.

To fuck or not to fuck? That IS the question. Exhibitionism allowed :D oh yes, definate.
LOL hardly a question but when we're apart fucking is generally hard, unfortunately fucking doesn't pay the bills lol
 
I and she
And she and I
A more perfect union than I could have ever imagined
Because even in my dreams I never deserved so much
Love and affection
For too many days and nights I denied what I thought I couldn’t have
But she carried my baggage
Hardly even stumbling under its impressive weight
muted tears and fears
Cried in the name
I called in vain
When no one could hear
And here I sit
Typing and writing and creating
The knowledge I know flows from my fingertips
And onto the page
And yes I could go on for page after page
And when my story done
You still won’t know my name
Or feel my pain
Birthed from a place too deep
to wade into
The words I sing from my lips
Are a melody backed up by life’s beat
And for a moment I want to forget the percussion and
Start discussing who’s doing drumming
for too long I surrendered myself to someone else’s rhythm
dancing to keep from being trampled
moving in and with the crowd
too afraid to be alone and lonely
Physically lovely
Silently screaming “Why don’t you love me?”
And wishing I loved myself
Half as much as I love the feeling of wealth
The hypocrisy a mockery
The joke was on me
But I didn’t have the propensity to understand
Couldn’t love me
Or hold me or complete me
The eyes in the mirror are a reflection of an angry stranger
And in the glint of the half full glass there’s danger
a deep breath to end it all
praying to a face I’ve never seen
and an entity I’ve only felt
 
a generation in degeneration
breeds a nation of contempt
and none are exempt from the
fall of humanity and sometimes it’s insanity
the things we fill our heads with
 
I see god in the sunrise of her dark brown eyes
and in the swell of her belly
I hear God's voice in the beat of her heart as I rest my weary head on her chest
a hug snd the knowledge of a spiritual embrace
gives me faith
Tears of joy baptize me and she
as us becomes we
I whorship her
at her feet
and bare my soul on my knees
She's my religon
and so I pen this praise
 
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