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Array ( [sid] => 120286 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Sadisticly yours [time] => 2006-05-17 18:46:32 [hometext] => [bodytext] => The pain is always matched with love
the tears matched with concern
the yells matched with whispers
I am too confused to rebel

while i lay on bed bound
his large hands stroke my hair
lovingly, softly, precious
he whispers obedience

he pulls my hair around his knuckles
he pulls it till my scalp burns
the hairs are starting to come loose
he yells obedience

DO WHAT YOU WANT WITH ME
my hair
tears flow
no more

he approaches my body
shivering in fear
lays his warm hands over me
and grips

the warmth meets the cold
i move towards his touch
smiling
he pinches the exposed flesh

I'LL BE A GOOD GIRL
my skin
pinched raw
no more

No more? his eyes flicker rage
the metal is cold
his hands are colder
the knife moves down

Where the knife goes
i cannot see
this blindfold of love
provides all the consent he needs

NOT THERE NOT THERE
my legs
in between
no more

in and out and round and blood
having fun yet? having fun?
if i make a noise i'll be dead
if i stay alive all i have is him

my sobs render his heart
and enrage him further
he kisses them away
while gripping my neck

I'M SORRY, IT'S MY FAULT
please go
my husband
no more

[comments] => 3 [counter] => 175 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Sinfullilmissmuppet [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
Sadisticly yours

Contributed by Sinfullilmissmuppet on Wednesday, 17th May 2006 @ 06:46:32 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry



The pain is always matched with love
the tears matched with concern
the yells matched with whispers
I am too confused to rebel

while i lay on bed bound
his large hands stroke my hair
lovingly, softly, precious
he whispers obedience

he pulls my hair around his knuckles
he pulls it till my scalp burns
the hairs are starting to come loose
he yells obedience

DO WHAT YOU WANT WITH ME
my hair
tears flow
no more

he approaches my body
shivering in fear
lays his warm hands over me
and grips

the warmth meets the cold
i move towards his touch
smiling
he pinches the exposed flesh

I'LL BE A GOOD GIRL
my skin
pinched raw
no more

No more? his eyes flicker rage
the metal is cold
his hands are colder
the knife moves down

Where the knife goes
i cannot see
this blindfold of love
provides all the consent he needs

NOT THERE NOT THERE
my legs
in between
no more

in and out and round and blood
having fun yet? having fun?
if i make a noise i'll be dead
if i stay alive all i have is him

my sobs render his heart
and enrage him further
he kisses them away
while gripping my neck

I'M SORRY, IT'S MY FAULT
please go
my husband
no more





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Re: Sadisticly yours (User Rating: 1 )
by Jeremy_B on Wednesday, 17th May 2006 @ 06:56:34 PM AEST
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Wow. The words fit very well with the theme of this piece, they wernt forced or anything. I love the imagery. Good job.


Re: Sadisticly yours (User Rating: 1 )
by ever1der on Wednesday, 17th May 2006 @ 09:14:41 PM AEST
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wow this was dark and filled with visuals.. I don't usually care for dark poetry but this got me in its grip.


Re: Sadisticly yours (User Rating: 1 )
by Davinah on Thursday, 18th May 2006 @ 02:03:22 AM AEST
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Very well done. You can really feel the tension of the moment.







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