Painted with Tears (adult content, babes!)

Painted With Tears

Tears Fall

Mascara tracks

Line a once fresh young face

A portrait of despondency

Desperate

5/8/11

Form: cinquain

There are times when I am a not-so-nice person. The sight of a young woman crying, on her knees in front of me just does it for me. 

Then again, sometimes, seeing a young man in the same position will do it for me too.

This needs to be said, though: Any time I have had someone in my power like this, it has been **CONSENSUAL** I repeat: **CONSENSUAL**

What this means is that the peoples that are crying and usually in some sort of pain are there because they *like* that sort of stuff. 

For those of my friends and family who are kind of vanilla who read this: Yes, people like this *really* exist.

New Slave Fears (Adult Content, no shit, right?)

New Slave Fears

Yesterday, I was a person

With a life, a home, a family

I had dreams and hopes

I had life plans…

Today, I am gagged and collard

Soon to be sold at auction

To an owner who will decide

Everything about me

Will I live?

Will I serve?

Will I die?

Tomorrow, I will serve in

Any way that my owner deems fit

Or I will be sold or killed

And I still…

Even now…

Want to live.

5/3/11

Form: free

Because it needs to be said: This poem features overtones of non-consensuality. I in no way condone shit like this. It's fun to write about, fantasize about, and yes, even whack off to, but it is not okay to actually *do* this to another living, breathing, feeling, thinking human being. Even if the person is not any of those things that I just listed, it's still very un-cool. 

Don't be a dick.

Only take *willing* slaves.

Thanks.

This has been your PSA from Blossoming Ambitions!

What the Fuck was I Thinking?

What the Fuck was I Thinking?

What in the world

Made me think that

It would be great good fun

To get into a debate

With an ignorant

Bloody-damned creationist?

I feel as if my IQ

Has dropped considerably

For the *joy* of the experience

Next time, I think

My time would be better served

Walking around with thumbtacks

Inside of my shoes

4/27/11

Form: free (bitchy)

So, I realize that some of my friends and family are probably creationists. Don't worry. I still love you. Don't expect me to respect your view point. The creation myth in Genesis is just that: a myth. It's like all holy books. The word didn't come from God or Godess (add plural as you see fit). It came from man. Humans, by and large, like to tell lies to make themselves feel better about reality instead of facing it. 

Reality is nothing that you need fear. The whole of existence is varied in its wonder and splendor. If you are a deist, then embrace that when you look upon the truth of the beauty of the world. If you are an atheist, you can still embrace that same beauty when you look on it.

Remember, the stories we tell ourselves and told ourselves when we were newly coming into this thing we call consciousness are good for remembering where we came from. If we continue to enslave ourselves to these stories then all it will breed is ignorance and hate. 

The creationist myths and all the other myths, have their place in schools and society: as cultural education. Not the science classroom. 

**steps down off of her soapbox**

Lake Tahoe

Lake Tahoe

When I first saw the sunlight

Gild the waves, choppy with wind

With a backdrop of rain

I fell in love, and knew,

That I would have to come back

Again and again.

I come again, and the snow falls

The contrast of light and dark

The water looks inviting, even though

I know that it is, in fact, bitterly cold.

And I know I need to come

Again and again.

I see the shores gilded by dawn light

It takes my breath away, this view

Every time I look at it,

I fall in love with the lake

Over and over again

This is a place, I think

That I could raise children

And the thought fills me with delight.

Picturing them swimming

In this lake

This love of my life.

And I must return over and over and over…

3/22/11

Form: free

I have fallen in love with a location, and I love it more every time I come up here. I look forward to the day that I can bring my sweeties to this place.

Orgasm (an acrostic poem) (Adult themes... duh)

Orgasm

Origins found in gooey, sticky messes

Raging hormones finding their outlet

Great pleasure to be had

Anyone can join in

Sensuality is a plus in the game

May we all play well with one another

5/5/11

Form: acrostic

Who doesn't love an orgasm? No one! That's who. Though, if you don't, then I probably don't want to know about it.