Monthly Archives: September 2016

“Young Osric”

I run off stage in character keep

running to the Tiring House

tearing off the wig from

God knows whose head

rough hands helping me

strip my dress and bodices as I

sweat out the woman I was as

tears and rough usage

fumbling with different buttons as the

Clowns fumble with skulls

laughter and dread silence my

cue to be Young Osric

baited as a chough a

water-fly and fated to

hold a dying Queen’s head amidst

all that blood

an empty purse on a

vast stage but at least and

finally I can be a boy

Cannibalism

Poetry is bones, the flesh

chewed to the gristle, leaving

just enough to recognise a

human being.

 

But you won’t stay a

quiet skeleton in the corner,

keep growing more flesh for me

to gnaw on.

Craquelure

Perfect from a distance,

up close your face wears

faint lines of age which

others seek to mask with

expensive unguents or

cheap powder, but of which you are

proud, knowing a stylus

dropped into any groove would

replay a fine memory

perfectly.

Temperature's Rising

Sexy Times ~ Warm Feelings ~ Hot Flashes ~ All That

MULTIGLOM

The Anne Billson blog

A Submissive Wife

Married Submissive, Exploring the kinky side of life.

Life of a Kinky Wife

Marriage with a Twist

The Weaver of Words

"Poetry is what happens when your mind stops working, and for a moment all you do is feel." -Atticus

Works of an Unsettled Mind

Stories, Poems and Titillating Epitaphs

Upashna

In happiness my words I lack, in grief they overflow.

My Liver's Trying to Kill Me!... Oh Wait.

A Journey to a Healthier Me.

Undressed Thoughts

layers of my onion head

The Wild Heart of Life

"He was unheeded, happy, and near to the wild heart of life." ...James Joyce

Veronica Love-Wylde

Erotic Poet and Artist - Welcome to My Sensual World

my controlled ascent

living and loving as a married submissive in my D/s marriage

Filimages

A quoi servent les images que l'on ne montre pas ?

BlogUnseen

Written Thoughts, Spoken through verse...

Jupiter's Lair

Because a dirty mind is a terrible thing to waste...

A Quest for the Uncliche

Dream. Explore. Learn. Repeat.. Let's traverse on the paths less taken and explore whole new worlds