MY DARK THOUGHTS….ADULT CONTENT

Monthly Archives: November 2014

I am blessed, even though my life isn’t perfect, and no ones is, I am thankful.

I lost my dad and my uncle this past summer…life I know goes on, but it will

feel different this year. I wasn’t close to my dad, and he lived in another

state, but I have memories, pictures, and two shirts I wear and a small pocket

knife I keep in my pocketbook. I am apart of him…..

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Today, my daughter and I put up our tree, not real, and not too big,

but I enjoyed that simple time with her. She is getting older, and I cherish

that time with her, even with the smart mouth, and being obnoxious, but

I know she gets it honest LOL!!!

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I am thankful for my the gift that God gave me, my writing, and I’m sure

most of my work He wouldn’t approve, but I feel in my soul that that darker

side is apart of me too, and somehow loves, not judges like most people

would. He knows my thoughts before I do, so I know he knows my soul like

no one would.

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Tomorrow is Thanksgiving, and I will be going to two dinners. One at my

grandparents and the other, my in-laws. I am SO very thankful that even though

my uncle won’t be there this year, HE is in all of us, and will be there silently watching,

laughing, listening to our conversations, smiling, joking around like he was still there.

I love spending time with the family, having a good meal, and just being plain silly.

There are so many others who don’t have what I have, and I am thankful what I have

been given in this lifetime. Life isn’t all roses and rainbows……it hurts, it tears us apart

at times, splinters, breaks pieces of of off that we feel we may never get back, but I am

still standing, in strength and grateful that I can reflect and see how much I have grown.

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I would also like to say thanks to you guys, the one that follow me, like my work,

comment, re-blog, getting my work out there for others to read. It means a lot to

me to share my work, apart of myself with you, letting you into my weird, dark,

twisted world. As you can see, I am just like you guys, no different, have thoughts

and feelings, not this dark, deranged person that comes out in my work. I do have

a softer side as well. So, these are the things I am blessed for, and I wanted to share

them with you. I wish you ALL a very thankful, blessed Thanksgiving….make some

memories….

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From me to you:

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I want to abort, contort you through my

womb…

Lucid, I see life moving in you, abstract

forms growing, showing me underneath….

Veins, peek, greet me….

I run my hand through your crimson waters,

touching bone, licking lips, tracing tips….

You harden, pleasing me….

I watch you change, eyes dyed, foot printing

steps back to the living….

You crawl to taste me, to fill

what lays beneath…

On acid trips, skin ripples,

disembowels….

Heaven spills as I play with

demons and angels, both

fucking me in manly pinks, my flesh

frilly…..

I twirl my tongue around you, uncovering

what you keep so neatly tucked away….

Don’t be scared now, for I hold the key

to your soul, either angelic or darkness,

your choice…..


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I need to feel close to you, to feel you hit my tongue

in bloody chaos….

I want to free you, gently ease you out,

erase you, make a new….you….

I like to watch you illuminate, cast different

shades of red….

You look pretty on me….

My eyes close and I come…..

Behind my lids you skip….a beat….or …..two….

So close…..

Down my throat, coloring roses inside,

┬áthorns biting me, biding time….

I love the way you explore me, gore me,

just so I can drink…..


Sweet me, treat me, eat me…I am your sugar rush….

Your midnight snack flashing red…..

Your pearly habit, under sinful hoods, sinister smiles…

Your powdered delight on candied bites….

Make me red, wish I were dead…..

Rattle me, cast me in ruins, just to spill me

all over you…..

Stir me syrupy on addicted irises…..

Color me blossoms as I drench, quench you…..


I feel you in the air, shrouded in riddles

you stir, invoke…..

Night dances for me behind closed lids,

as you come, whisper in breezes, should

I follow you?

Fingertips haunt, taunt as

you circle me…..

My lips part, I escape, never to return…..

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