Eventually I will have pages and pages of poetry... in the meantime, I hope you enjoy what's here.

Thoughts

  the magic wrote
	   of dire thought
pain takes form
	 on bloodied page
		  screaming forth
		 desires,
			  desires
				   held deep inside
	  pulsing dark
			 with illest fire
 growing large
	   an evil mind
   hidden
		denied
	  larger made
			by hearts
				ill hurts
   bursting forth
	     through
	   darkened lips
 stained black
		by bitter words
		
~~~~~

    heat spreading
		 outward
bringing crystal tears
		  to shatter
	   on milk
			 white
				  breasts
   precious pain
		  draws
		 blood's sweet kiss
crimson stain of
	   wet hot
	 lace
	false night
	falls
	across my eyes
			bleeding heart expands
  to fill
	 a
	   void
the hole
		the frozen mind
	knew not
	 bursting lungs
		  breathe deep
filled
  with pleasures light
	torn
  by pain
			 too sweet to bear
  time stops
	    dripping
		    like
		 bitter honey
     down the blackened
		    thighs
		   of the virgin maid

(I wasn't sure if I should include these next poems, but there's not much else on the page so far... so bear in mind, I wrote these quite a while ago and I was very, very tired at the time, and so cannot be held accountable for their content. Enjoy!)

Sleep Deprived Thoughts of a Nymphomaniacal Virgin

the grunting of pigs content with their lot,
they wallow in filth, muck, mire & rot.
for while farmers fuck cows
and rednecks fuck sheep
the pig in his shit
is safe in his sleep

~~~~~

I love to tease, I love to please
I love to prick & prod.
No joy can top
his pleas (don't stop!)
As I whip the length of his rod.

Leather & chains
Ecstacy gains
Momentum is growing
Pleasure is flowing

*We interrupt this poem for a message from the emergency broadcast something or other... actually, I never finished this one. So you'll just have to use your imaganitation. At least until I get mine back up and running long enough to finish it (don't hold your breath though, it took me two years just to post this much).