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Strong EnoughSome days I feel like I will shatter into a million pieces. As if I will break the moment someone looks at me or lays a single breath on me. I feel like glass; fragile and dangerous. I feel as if I am lying here, trapped. Waiting until something breaks the lock down, opens the door and sets me loose from this cage. But, the cage is everywhere. My heart, my mind, my body. It's a darkness that no one can see, it creeps in over my flesh and steals up through my spine, into my lungs and poisons my entire blood supply.
Some days, I feel as if Master's arms are not enough. I feel cold and shake from head to toe. I feel as if my tongue is in a vice; locked in my mouth, sand filling the empty space so I will not be able to say a single word or utter a single sound.
I reach out and for a moment, I clutch nothing but darkness. Engulfing me, swallowing me whole and pulling me under the currents. I thrash and flail and I think I hear myself cry out. I feel no warmth, I don't hear Master's sweet vo
all of mei left you a gift, Master
it's right below your chin
nestled right there in that perfect spot
bright red, slightly bruised around the edges
it thrills me watching you wear them proud
as a sign you are mine
and i wear yours proudly
to show the world i am yours
i feel complete next to you
strong and i can breathe
your arms shield me from the world
no, i know i am not fragile but
you and i have seen how ugly the rest of the world can be
so you protect my innocence and devotion
you protect my love and my humanity
and i'll shield you in my arms too
amoreI pepper your spine with butterfly kisses
there's something beautiful
staring at the way your spine slightly curves
bowing ever so little bit
you are exposed
vulnerable to me
I know your secrets
and your deepest desires and dreams
the things you refuse to tell others
I know the harsh truths you utter
and understand more than any other
you hide yourself away except
I grip your body between my fingers
my pale flesh meets your darkened skin
I'll leave marks down your ribcage
over your scars and every tiny inch of your body
I'll take the pain you hold beneath your bones
crush it between my palms
I'll take the burdens you carry home every night
and I'll conquer any fears that rest in the shadows
lurking just for a moment to steal you away.
I leave butterfly kisses in my wake
marking you until the next sunset
you'll be mine and I'll be yours,
Slave'we're all slaves to what we love'
he whispers as his hand closes around my throat
lips trail down my neck
i want passion and love
between my hands
i want to hold you there until
you whisper you want more
i want to move the earth and skies
make you scream and make you bleed
push you past your limits
until you beg for me to let you go
come back to the safety of my arms
let you soar
let you go
i want to rip you wide open
stitch you up
hope is youhope is
the jar placed on the top shelf
"in case of emergency,
i never open even on rainy days
instead i drop loose change inside
listening to the clink clink clink
as they drop through the tiny hole
i'll save them away
to go to the wishing well one day
the sound of your laughter
running through my brain
snagging on the rusty cogs and
making them work again
Saying Goodbyesi already miss you
even though you're still here next to me
i know you're lost to the winds
seven miles down the road you shout
and my heart it goes out
tonight the stars dance over my head
but i don't see them
clouded and blinded for a time
let the dawn come
maybe i'll breathe then
touch my skin in my memories
i repeat every single memory
i want to break apart all these wars
i want to destroy all those happy times
i want to break f
The Voice of HeavenThe sweetest music fills the atmosphere
The voice of heaven itself
Surfing on waves of air
Sound so pleasant, beyond orgasmic
Listen to the subtle facets of its audible splendor
Every measure, every crescendo, every lick
Everyone is savored
Never have ears been so graced
Graced by such a precious lullaby
Transcendent silvery tones caress the soul
Knees begin to buckle
Everything fades in haunting mist
Oh, harmonious ballad!
The notes sparkle along their silky path
So smooth, so lovely
Sing them forever
Sing sweet love,
Your beautiful heart let shine!
Light up the darkness
Play your songs again and again
Play your songs in my heart
In the heart you've captured and chained to yours
If only everyone could know their magick
Those notes will resonate in me til I die and ever after
I love you, voice of heaven
By Suzanne Karbach 27th July 2014
sugarclawyou sang, watermystic
rosehips swaying two hearts
to a shell
and i, niagara
fell beneath, earth tesselate
seeping in infinite squares
but this is no desert love
story you are telling, lies
stretched over acres
o' your sweetscented mouth
what love is not.it was a s l o p p y first kiss where
my drunk lips fumbled against yours.
the dull thwack of my heart,
locked behind curved ribs
cleared my groggy brain,
clouded with lustful premonitions.
it was an e l e c t r i f y i n g first kiss where
you entwined your hands in my hair.
your mouth encompassed mine and
my breath became lost in the steady
of your chest.
it was a s h y first kiss where
i pulled away before you could explore.
your tongue grazed my teeth,
searching for a way past the ivory gates.
i dug my finger into the stubble along your jaw,
my nail lulling your carnal desires.
it was my first kiss with you.
Songs“Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?”
Those aren't my words, what can I say?
Your laugh, your smile, your way with words,
Your song is borrowed by the birds…
two can play at this gamehelp.
my heart beats
and my lungs
swell with air,
but I swore
my life would
cease to be
if I could
no longer call
you mine. please
Head and HeartYou leaned into my touch
So that your head
And all its precious thoughts
Were cradled in my palms.
My heart raced with longing.
Hours later, the scent
Of your hair gel
Lingers on my hands,
You're not merely a figment
Of my imagination.
HazelToday I've seen you again,
I've looked in the ocean
of you beautiful eyes
you said my name,
so now I'm living again.
Soon I will die, just
to come back from
your voice says
I'm still breathing
your scent, hoping
to be lucky enough
for doing it for the rest
of my life.
I love you,
Burni will hold the candle and its flame
upwards for the moment when you realize
i have yet to disappear
i will breathe into your lungs
so inhale sharply and let your eyes snap open
i'll exhale my soul into your body
so these old husks we carry around upon our backs
will have their use again
b u r n b u r n b u r n b u r n
i will hold myself steady right here just for
The Coffee GodThe Coffee God behind the counter shuffles foot to foot, a dance of steam and espresso. Black painted fingernails, inch gauged ears and a gray striped sweatshirt, hood crooked on his back. There's a cigarette tucked behind one ear; it bobs and twitches with each step.
“Non-fat caramel latte,” he calls, just as he always does, part of a spell, part of a mantra, toneless (just a tuck at the end). I reach. He looks up.
The espresso maker hisses.
There's something like a grin, something like a spark, something like a shared secret linked eye to eye. When he passes over the drink (rough cardboard sleeve hot to the touch), he lingers. Our fingers brush, a shiver, a jolt, a ten-watt shock.
The Coffee God tilts his chin, shouts, “Hey, mind if I take my break now?”
and ducks around the counter without waiting for a reply.
He slips his cigarette between his lips without taking his eyes from mine. I follow him out the door.
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