AWAKENING by Amaranth*

Awakening

Grabbing a cloak to cover my naked form I cover the snakes writhing from my skull, instructing them to quieten in my mind so not to arouse suspicion. As I glide effortlessly I call to my bethren, soon behind me snakes of every form are following my path.

It seems no time has passed as we reach the outskirts of the city. The smell of dirt and sweat and decaying food breeches our fine nostrils. Man the dirtiest being. I hiss as I consider my plan.

With my mind I instruct my brethren to wait for my call. I hear impatience and disquiet at missing the sport, but with a hiss show them I need to be human to gain entry for us all.

I approach the guarded sealed gate, head hanging low, cloaked completely I am stopped by a burly sweaty man. I expose my flesh to him briefly. In the dark he cannot discern its true form. To him I am some exotic beauty offering my wares. Smiling a vulger toothy, blackened grin he drags me round the corner. Once out of sight he pulls back my hood. I raise my head to meet his gaze. When I come out of my trance mere seconds later my snakelike tongue whips round my lips in satisfaction as I see he is locked in a silent scream. His stone body showing his vulgarity for an eternity.

I cover myself again and call to the bethren as we slide through the city gates, letting my cloak fall from my head. Walking with pace my cloak billows behind me revealing my beautiful scaled amazonian form, serpents forming my hair writhing and snapping.

With each challenge to my presence a statue appears, leaving some to see the devastation through eyes forever encased in a stone body. Watching as my brethen take those that I leave. Sliding over their bodies, choking them, biting with deadly poison. The creshendo of screams, I was sure my Master would hear from the castle. I laugh, touching myself as the pleasure of the pain of others takes over me.

I suddenly notice the silence, no screaming. Glancing round I see statues and sleeping snakes. They had feasted well. A quiet unmistakable sob is heard, I follow the sound.

I enter a courtyard a circle of snakes surround a couple of true beauty and elegance. She is crying softly. He stands next to her crestfallen, defeated, sword hanging limply from his hand. I smell blood of my brethren, a strong stench eminating from his sword, covered the full length of the blade. I hiss in anger, flying at him in a rage, I pummel him hard, sending him reeling from my relentless pounding, grieving for each of my family that gave themselves to his Sword. Grabbing the sword from his hand, I lick it clean of their blood, taking on the strength of my fallen ones.

He is wise, he avoids my eyes. I watch him, thinking for a moment. Seeing as he inadequately tries to comfort her. I hiss, throw my head back and laugh rauchously. I take the cord from the neck of my cloak, letting my full form be exposed and tie it tightly around her neck. "you will make a great gift for my Master" I hiss. Her sobs quicken as she shys away from my beautiful dark harlequin scaled skin.

With one swift movement I drive the sword through his abdomen, screaming "kill him". My brethren cover his body as I march his beloved away dragged by the cord around her throat.

Snakes, human remains and statues fill the streets of this once proud city. I march the sobbing girl back to My Lord. Bringing her through the door, I present her as a gift


Amaranth
6th June 2012

WHISKEY AND ROUGH SEX by Amaranth*

Whiskey and Rough Sex

He walked through the front door, dressed in a fine suit, he dropped his briefcase to the floor with his mac. He looked exhausted. With barely a sound, a petite woman appeared from the shadows, naked but for a leather collar around her neck with one single D-ring. 

With her appearance he instantly brightened. Smiling down on her fondly as she kneels at his feet, greeting him in a manner that was now second nature. "You may go about your duties girl" he instructed gently.

She rose gracefully, retrieving the discarded mac and case, she stows them in the closet. She returns to his side and without a word she removes his jacket and tie, placing them neatly on a nearby chair. She then removes his cufflinks and folds his shirtsleeves up to his elbows with an ease that defies the exact precision. Undoing two of his shirt buttons. Finally kneeling to remove his shoes. Placing them neatly under the chair. She stays kneeling by his feet, eyes downcast, awaiting the next instruction. "The Lounge" was all he croaked, coughing.

She watched as her Master dissappeared down the hall, still coughing, with a concerned furrow etching across her delicate brow. She  silently stole away to put away the clothing. In the bedroom she retrieved her clamps from the bedside drawer. The clamps consisted of two nipple clamps and a clit clamp all chained together so they met in the centre of her breasts. A lead could either be attached directly or they could be attached by an additional chain to her collar. This was her lounge wear. 

Standing in front of the mirror she massaged her nipples into two large, hard buds, applying the nipple clamps, breathing deeply as the pain came through as she screwed them into place. Next she positioned herself on a chair, aroused by the pain in her nipples, she instantly started rubbing her clit frantically, watching herself in the mirror. As she got increasingly aroused she applied the clit clamp. "Good girl" came the voice across the tannoy, "now a little extra for my drink tonight". 

With that she inserted two fingers into her wet pussy and thrusted them deep inside. Removing carefully, she stood, checked herself in the mirror, "perfect as always", came the metallic clang of the tannoy. She smiled briefly as she departed the room.

Sliding into the lounge, she went straight to the drinks cabinet and retrieved a half full bottle of whiskey and a fine crystal tumbler. "You may bring the bottle" came the deep voice from the leather couch. She trotted over to him and presented the tumbler, which he took, she then poured a generous slug of whiskey, stirring the amber liquid with the two unwashed fingers from her pussy. He grabs  cunt and pulls her forward, sucking those two fingers seductively. "Mmmmm, such a good girl" he purrs.

He downs the whiskey in one, spluttering as he switches the tumbler for the bottle. Come sit on Daddy's lap he instructs. She obeys readily, sitting sides-ways so she could lay back easily as required. With the mouth of the bottle he pulls the chain closest to her right nipple clamp. She yelps as the shock of pain. Looking at her with adoring eyes, "relax lil one" he drawls, "Daddy has been thinking of pleasuring you all day, this is for your pleasure, just enjoy where your body takes you".

She visibly relaxes back onto his arm, watching as he gulps down the last of the whiskey. Using the mouth of the bottle he then pulls the left nipple clamp. This time she didnt yelp but it as clear she is supressing the noises of pain. Her eyes start to mist but only breaks into flood of tears when he pulls the clit clamp hard.

She lets her breathing control the pain but as her Master continued pulling each clamp in turn she found the line between pleasure and pain that she rides so often. Breathing deep and slow she lets out a small moan sign enough for him to raise the stakes.

He sets the bottle on the floor and retrieves a small paddle from the table. He prises her legs open and strokes her pussy with the handle of the paddle. "What do you want lil one", he coos. "Pain Daddy" was her spluttered response. "Louder" he commands, sliding the paddle handle into her pussy. She lets out a groan and shouts "Pain Daddy!" With small circular motions he says quietly, but firmly "tell Daddy exactly what you want, exactly".

"I want you to hit me, beat me, make me bleed. Slap me, cut me, bite me. Bite my pussy drink my cum as you drink my blood. Consume me Daddy". She felt his bulge growing at her words and with increased confidence she continued: "I want you to own me, rape me, take whats yours. Fill my ass with your thick hard dick and stretch me, make me cum over and over for you. I want to be alive".

He slapped her face hard. "You forget yourself girl, who am I!?" She was visibly shocked by this command, this is not how they had played before, reeling from the slap, she shook herself to recover. "I, I, I" she spluttered. He rolled her off him, not seeming to be bothered as she screams in sudden excruciating pain. The paddle had jarred, stabbing her pussy before falling out. Watching carefully she was satisfied that no harm had been done. "Who am I!" he roars. "My, my Master" she stammers.

"Good" he grunts as he pulls her up by her hair. Looking straight into her eyes he grabs her pussy. "Who's is this?" he barks. "Yours Master" she responds confidently. "And these?" he questions as he yanks the chain pulling her nipples. "Yours Master" she whimpers. He throws her to the floor, using enough force for her to slide against the wall, landing in a crumpled heap. "So, who...", he say, squatting in front of her face, "who decides what happens to you?", "You do Master" she responds, now quizzacal as to why she has angered him so.

She is suddenly aware of the coppery smell of blood close to her. Swallowing hard she realises her lip is split. She licks the swelling, cleaning the blood, awakening her senses to the pain that is turning into the delicious stinging ache she covets so much. She knows she is very wet and concludes that maybe her Master was trying to arouse her in the quickest way he knew would work, physical abuse. She shudders with pleasure at this thought.

"Stand and bend over the table". She did this hurridly, still a lil preoccupied by her Masters sudden rage. She hears the tape being ripped from the roll and hisses as her breasts are pushed hard against the table as she is taped tightly to it. Pain surging through he body she realises that the wetness running down her legs is cum, her body was so alive, already her juices were flowing free. 

She couldn't see what was happening behind her but the anticipation was sending flutters through her clit. She suddenly felt cold glass against her pussy and her legs are forced to open wider. It feels like something flat and cold is simply being rubbed there but then feels pressure as something huge is pushed into her.

"It's ok baby, Daddy's got you", he coos. "You're so goddamn wet, I know you can take this bottle". She whispers "thank you Daddy" as he eases the bottle into her, knowing he is using the neck as a handle. He keeps easing, adding more lube until about half the bottle was sticking out of her. "Mmm baby, you are a good girl". There is a brief knock at the door and a cloaked figure enters. Her Master doesnt even glance in their direction, he instructs definitively: "Just pound her with the bottle, I want her ass".

The thought of her Daddy's huge member pounding her ass sent the next wave of shudders coarsing through her. This natural lubricant aide the bottles journey. She feels it slide in further.

Next she feels her Master's strong hands spreading her ass as he pushes his thick dick into her. Pushing against the resistance until until he fills her fully. Her mouth is open in a silent scream relieved when he suddenly grunts and the pounding begins. Her Daddy's cock filling her ass while the glass bottle fills her cunt. Waves of pleasure wash through her, she laughs when he grabs her hair, snapping her head back. "Yes!, I knew you would like that, my nasty, dirty little girl. Don't you love it lil girl?". "Yes Daddy, thank you" she gasped.

"I'm gonna cum in your tight ass" he sings. She groans loudly as this thought sparks though her pleasure riddled brain. Suddenly gushing with a need for her Master to fulfil this. "Oh please Daddy fill my ass, I want all of your cum in my ass. I love when you fill me". Leaning forward he whispers, "Good girl, remembering to say please now".

The relentless pounding continues, she is completely spent and can only emit pleasured moans as she rides her wave. She is lurched from her reverie as she hears him scream "thats it baby; god your ass is good!". Suddenly she feels the pulsing of his dick inside her, filling her. "Thank you, thank you thank you", she mumbles as he withdraws and the bottle is removed. "My bedroom, half an hour, clean" he instructs as he leaves.

The cloaked stranger bathes and dresses her, tending to her gently, leading her to his Lord's room once ready. Inside the room was her cage and bowl as well as a small cot next to the bed. "You will sleep in the cot tonight", her Master pauses momentarily, "you will share my room from this point foward". She beams with happiness, she knows this is a great honour, she is now his chosen one.

"Come here baby" he instructs, patting the chair next to him. She climbs carefully and relaxes as he takes her in his arms. "Are you ok?" he asks, she thinks for a second and nods slowly. "Good girl" he says softly, stroking her hair. "Never forget to say please again". "I won't Daddy, never again, promise", she makes this pledge with her hand on her heart. "I know lil one, you're such a good girl". "Thank you Daddy" she breaths, as she enjoys lying close to the man she loves so completely, "thank you very much". He sighs, contentedly.

Amaranth

17th June 2012

YOU'RE A STRONG AND LOVING LADY by Destiny

You're a strong and loving lady
Though your past is dark and shady
You'll never know the strength you hold
So many stories left untold

The darkness fills your tortured soul
The hurt and pain soon takes its toll
You shield the hurt from others view
But deep inside you're crying too

Your screams for help aren't loud enough
You're in control when things are tough
Remind yourself how strong you are
You have already come this far

Your innocence was snatched away
And you live with that every day
Your qualities are perfect form
And you can ride the toughest storm

You're wounded heart will start to mend
And then you won't have to pretend
Let go of what u keep inside
You don't have to run and hide

You're beauty shines from inside out
And you're lovable there's no doubt
Please keep your faith and hold on tight
You'll see that things will be alright

Destiny © 01/07/2012

A VERY ENGLISH PICNIC by amaranth*

A Very English Picnic

She giggled, walking by the moonlight, barefoot across the grass, stealing away to make her rendevous. The sound of the night comforted her as she headed towards the lake. Squinting, trying to make out the shadows in the distance. She could just discern the glint of the water as the reflection of the moon shimmered on its surface.

She gulped nervously, worried he might not show, but continued to delicatly pick her way across the grass, cold against her bare feet. As she reached the waters edge. A gentle breeze sent a ripple across the surface, she watched the reflection of the moon, listening to the comforting sounds of the creatures of the night as they gather around the lake. 

"Hello my beautiful". She started, she hadn't even sensed him, so entranced by her surroundings. "Sir" she breathed, turning to greet him. He clasped her hand and guided her towards a seemingly dense cluster of bushes nearby. "Come, my love" he said, "your picnic awaits".

She followed his lead to the edge of the small wooded area, gasping as he draws away a canopy of foliage to reveal a natural clearing. In the centre of the clearing was a small, square, table with three candles letting out a soft light glimmering from the polished silver holding them in the centre of the table. This faint illumination jumped from the dew on the leaves, the whole picture one of twinkling beauty. Next to the table was a single, solitary, wrought iron dining chair. 

He guided her towards the chair, pulling it out for her to sit. Sitting carefully she watches as he turns and busies himself at the silver serving platter set on a table to the side. Gazing around she can clearly see the lake and the stars through the natural canopy overhead. She smiled, her thoughts on the perfection of it all.

He clears his throat, jolting her out of her reverie. The silver platter is now on the table next to her, still covered, denying her a glimpse of the contents. He stands next to her, grasping a piece of white lace in his hands. "Present yourself my love" was his instruction. She stands instantly, slipping the straps of her simple shift dress from her shoulders, allowing it to fall. Flames casting tantilising shadows over her caramel skin. He gasped in awe of her natural form, unfettered by any undergarments.

Regaining his composture he turns her around. Gazing adoringly at her back, the gentle curve as her back meets her beautiful soft ass, he runs a finger down her spine, loving the shudder this causes. He covers her eyes with the lace, tying it firmly behind her head, partially obscuring her vision. He guides her to sit on the chair, "open your legs, my love" was his only instruction.

She splayed her legs, letting out a small gasp as the night air caressed her warmth. She hears him move, the rustle of the breeze in the leaves, the small sound of the creatures in the bushes. Waiting with nervous excitement, the metallic clang made her start but there is instant comfort from the drawl of his voice, "relax my love, there is nothing to fear". 

He moved round to stand behind her, with one swift movement he pulls her head sharply backwards, simultaneously lifting a fine crystal glass filled with champagne. Touching her full lips with the rim of the glass, she opens her mouth. She tastes the bitter sweet liquid as he pours it into her mouth, to quick as it spills out of her mouth, running down her chin, dripping down her neck and onto her full breasts and coffee-cream thighs. 

Letting go of her hair, he glides round to stand in front of her, watching a rivulet of champagne flow down her neck. He grabs a ripe whole strawberry from the tray & catches the rivulet with the tip of the cold fruit. She gasps as it touches her skin, feeling it trace up her neck, gathering the alcohol, over her chin, caressing her lips. Breathing low through her slightly parted lips, she gets a tantalising hint of its heady aroma. She bites her bottom lip in anticipation.

She hears the rustle of leaves, realising the canopy is being pulled back again she fears being left alone. "Very Nice" came the sound of the second voice, a second man. Close to her ear she hears the unmistakable sound of a zip sliding down. "Take Him" was the command, "open your mouth". She yelped as she felt her hair being grasped forcibly. She tastes the salty musk of the cock being pushed into her mouth. Groaning as she is being taken like this, hearing another zipper she knows her Master is aroused as she is taken by this stranger. Gagging as the huge dick is forced into her throat she swallows taking it fully, feeling the balls hit her face as the cock is rammed into her mouth repetitively. 

She feels lightheaded as she struggles to breathe as the cock fills her mouth, swelling as he fucks her. Groaning around this member she is surprised when he suddenly pulls out. As she gulps in deep mouthfuls of air she feels the hot sticky cum covering her face and mouth, covering her breasts. It seems this is never-ending as two voices suddenly grunt their ending. She smiles.

She starts to lick the cum from her mouth. "Oh no babygirl" came her Masters voice, "remember this is a picnic", she smells the strawberry as it collects the remaining cum from her lips. Running down her lips and slid into her mouth. "A very" she bites, tasting the cum on the rich, sensual fruit, "English", she feels the fine crystal against her mouth as the champagne is poured into her mouth, "picnic'. 

She hears him gasp as she swallows the liquid, realising that there were more than two and all the strawberries and cream would be eaten that night.

Amaranth

1st June 2012

I HANG ON TIGHTLY by Black Rose

I hang on tightly to that "perpetual child" inside. Maybe sometimes I seem immature, but really it's a defense. As I get older and am forced to "grow up" I have to leave more and more things behind that I enjoy, and I have to let a lot of great people walk out of my life, so don't judge me too harshly when I do something silly, bc trust me, I have felt my share of pain. 


When I laugh too loudly or get on your nerves, please remember I have spent twice as much time crying. When I stop and look at something average like it is amazing, try to understand that I knew a time when I thought I would never get a chance to do it again. Never doubt that I have it in me to deal with the real world, or that u can lean on me, bc if you are one of the few real friends I have left, I will lean back on you, and when u walk away I might fall down, I might cry, I might think its the end of the world... 


But that child in me forgets the pain from my skinned knees and the bruises from the fall, and will be ready to throw my head back and spin in circles until I'm dizzy just to laugh at how good it feels to be alive. That child in me is resilient and is able to accept I'm not in control of everything and can't explain everything, some things just are and all I can do is accept it, cry, and then forget about it and enjoy what's in front of me. That child lets me jump out of the swing without worrying about how much it will hurt to land, bc the child knows for those few brief moments I'll feel like I'm flying, and I will hang on to that frivolous child as long as I can bc I never want to quit enjoying the little things. If I didn't let myself look at the world thru that child's eyes, my vision would always be blurred with tears. I would always know that the landing was coming, the pain would be there, and I would be to afraid to let go and jump. 


That child protects me from becoming the adult who is too afraid of failing or getting hurt to take a chance. That child lets me live and love and laugh, and that child keeps me from having a life full of "what if's". I'm sorry if I annoy you, I'm sorry if u think I don't take things seriously enough, but I never regret what I have done, only the things I didn't do, so I will hang on to that strong willed, stubborn, resilient, fearless child until I'm too old to remember how good it feels to be young.

I CAN'T DESCRIBE THE WAY I FEEL by Princess Destiny

I can't describe the way i feel,
But trust me baby this is real.
I've never felt this way before
But you my love i do adore

You send shivers up and down my spine
Wrapped in emotions like a twine
To hear your voice just makes me smile
I'm lost in you in a short while

I'm twisted in this sweet love game
I melt just thinking of your name
I didn't know it from the start,
But you helped mend my wounded heart

And now ive felt this love so strong
I can't let go but know its wrong
I'm falling deeper every day
Safe in your arms i long to lay

I want to taste your sweetest kiss
I'm not sure how to deal with this
My head and heart are both at war
And soon enough we'll both want more

I love you and it will remain
I understand that love is pain
I think of you each day and night
And loving you just feels so right

I don't know where we go from here
The path ahead just isn't clear
Both our loves we have to share
This is our secret love affair

Destiny ©
30/06/2012

ONE FINE NIGHT by Princess Destiny

One fine day in the middle of the night two dead men got up to fight. Back to back they faced each other...drew their swords and shot each other. One was blind and the other couldn't see, So they chose a dummy for a referee. A blind man went to see fair play, A dumb man went to shout "hooray!" A paralysed donkey passing by, Kicked the blind man in the eye, Knocked him through a nine inch wall, Into a dry ditch and drowned them all, A deaf policeman heard the noise, And came to arrest the two dead boys, If you don't believe this story’s true, Ask the blind man he saw it too!

THE DINNER by cloe

The dinner party. It's afternoon, slowly the man prepares for his guests. It should become a pleasant evening for everybody. He looks at first at the festively covered table where his friends will take a seat. As he is contented, he goes to the basement, where he's used to keeping her. The heavy door is fast unlocked and his looks falls on his slave, laying in chains on the ground. With a gesture he orders her to get up. 


The hose weights heavily in his hand as he starts to slashes her with ice-cold water. Her goose-flesh and blue lips excite him. The man loosens the chains and leads her at her leash into the dining room. There he chains her to the wall at the front side of the table. She moans as he fastens the clips at her nipples and weight down them with weights. Deeply looking in her eyes he repeats it on her internal labias. 


He withdraws one step and looks contently how the nipples and lips are stretching under the weights. As tears run down her cheeks, he slaps her hard in the face and requires a smile. Thus she stands there and smiles for hours, till the guests arrive. Some sit down immediately, others check the gravity of her weights and examine the long nipples and lips which went blue. One tastes the water which comes out of her nipples. 


As all dishes are applied, the host puts a bowl in the middle of the table, goes to his slave and loosens the clips. Quietly she moans as he leads her to the table and lifts her on it. He indicates her to crawl to the bowl. On the way he pushes her tail in deeply. Moaning out loud she starts to eat her dog food. The guests start with their meal and now and then one hears a confirming comment, she would look like a bitch with the long nipples and lips. 


Some of them reach in the middle of the table to clean their hands in the pussy of the bitch. Now and then the host passes her a other bowl, after a guest has relieved himself into it and she licks it up greedily. As the coffee is passed, the host leads his bitch of the table and lets crawl her under it. She already knows this and knows, now she has to serve everybody who beckon her over. This goes for hours, because the guests feel fine and like to be served several times, some like to take her tail and move it in her. As the last guest says goodbye finally, the morning dawns and she remains under the table with sore lips and ass. A traction at the leash indicates her to come out. She follows her Master on all fours to her cage where she is allowed to spend this night, because she has worked well. 


The man locks the door and leaves the place. Not a word was spoken to her...

REALISATION by Amaranth

Realisation

The first thing she remembered was the sunlight. Streaming through her open curtains, the warm rays on her face made her smile. She stretched, warm and cosy under the duvet, this was the first time she had felt refreshed after a sleep in years, maybe even before Alfie was born.

She unfurled herself and rolled to cast her eyes over her sleeping son next to her. The epitome of peace, he looked like an angel lying next to her.

She opened her mouth to speak but her furry tongue just cracked in her dry mouth. Swallowing hard as she tried to bring some life back into her mouth. Then she noticed the taste, the acrid acid taste of vomit. "Eugg" she thought "I've been throwing up. But why can’t I remember, its not like I've been drinking or anything". She cast a final look in her son's direction, pulled the duvet up to his chin and swung her legs out of bed.

She stood up, steadying herself against the wall, she felt suddenly dizzy and weak. She took a moment breathing slow and steady, relieved as the sudden cold, clamminess subsided. She glanced at Alfie again, still sleeping peacefully, she exhaled slowly. Stumbled into the en-suite and set about cleaning her teeth.

It suddenly dawned on her it was a school day. The freshness of the toothpaste clearing the fog in her mind. She glanced round the door of the en-suite and clocked the time, 9am, "Oh my God, we're fucking late". The panic was setting in. "Alfie!" she called with a mouthfull of toothpaste, she spat this into the sink, "Alfie!" she cried more urgently. He didn't stir.

"Bloody kid", she thought as she hastily took her pyjamas off and dived into the shower. The water soothed her panicked brain. "Well we're already late, I'll get him there when I get him there". The warm water felt wonderful on her skin.

She caught sight of herself in the mirror, she turned side to side not quite believing her reflection. "Well", she concluded, "maybe this diet is finally working". Her shower was long and leisurely, she enjoyed this undisturbed time, such a rarity with a talkative four year old.

Wrapping herself in her towelling robe and fixing her hair in a towel, she approached the sleeping form. He was sound asleep still. "Alfie" she called softly, "Alfie, come on sweety we're late for school". Nothing not even a stirring. She leaned in closer and whispered "if you dont wake up the tickle monster is coming", sliding her hand under the duvet she sang "he's coming".Her fingers touched his skin and she jumped, pulling her hand away quickly. She looked at him quizzacally, her eyes filled with tears, suddenly letting out a long heartbreaking, earpiercing scream. She gathered up the small bundle and sank to the floor, rocking, "no,no, no, no, no" was all that went through her head.

Beth", the soft voice the other side of the door startled her. "Beth,its Jo, let me in". She moved her legs, cradling him to her bosum protectively. Her sister came into the room. Looking down at her with kind understanding, Beth was surprised. "How long?" she croaked. "Three years" was the reply.

Jo squatted in front of her, gently reaching out and taking the bundle carefully from her sisters arms. Reluctant at first, Beth saw the understanding and let go. Standing up, Jo busied herself replacing the pillow and duvet on the bed. Beth looked up at her, "How often?" she croaked. "Every day honey, every day". Jo paused, looking thoughtful, "I'll take you to see Alfie later if you like?"

Beth let the tears fall as she remembered the tiny white casket being lowered in the ground, the day Steve had left and the day Jo moved in. Three years worth of tears fell from her eyes as she remembered everything of those years, and, she remembered, every morning as she tried to take Alfie to school.

Amaranth
15 June 2012

EYELASHES FLUTTER OPEN by Jerzey Fresh

Eyelashes flutter open, all warmth drained from the sheets
Flashbacks to last night, oh how our bodies did meet
Roll over now, to see your side of the bed is made
No imprint of your existence in the spot where you once laid

I know you weren't joking, you made good on your threat
"All or nothing" - in my ear those whispers crept
You chided "you can't have your cake and eat it too"
"You're not the dessert I'm after", those words must have bruised

On paper, you're perfect - everything I'm supposed to desire
No two ways about it though, you don't stoke my fire
If I could have one wish: contentment for the easy road
The road less travelled sparks my curiosity for the unknown

I want it the hard way, the type that's do or die
Can't give you my heart, it's held by another guy
Perfectly imperfect, or so to some he seems
Everything he is moves everything in me

He's difficult at times, even hard to please
My standards raise higher, eager to meet his needs
Each sunrise feels brand new, wondering what lies ahead
Just when I think I'm going right, he wills me left instead

Like clay in his hands, mold me how you choose
No risk, no reward, let's gamble - win or lose
So don't you fret angel, hold high your chin
The only fault you have, is that you aren't him

ABANDONED FORSAKEN by niamh {PP}

Abandoned Forsaken, deserted.,left desolate or empty,
:no longer inhabited;

Day 1~ disbelieve, heartache, pain, lack of understanding

How could you do this to me, after all I’ve given, after all I tried to do, after all I believed in you..how could you simply let me fall to the darkness inside myself..how could you, when you are the one I love so much

Day 2~denial, exscuses, tears

Surely you’re ill, somethings wrong you would have contacted me, you would have called~ an email, I’ll check again, an offline..is it working ..hello??

Echoing emptiness

Day 3 fear, insecurity, isolation

What did I do, how did I anger you, I’m sorry ..still no email, where are you, I need you ..i hurt, forgive me..how can I fix it, I’ll do anything ..please, just a word

~Why!~

What did I do

Day 4 Terror, wild imaginings, pleading to the silence,

The car crashed, youre in the hospital sick, the phone is down, the internet isn’t working its all their fault, if you had a choice you’d contact me, you always contact me, you promised you’d not leave me. I believe you

I believe IN YOU

Please, answer this time, please be there with an explanation even your anger, I’ll take the punishment, just please, be there…

Day 5 denial, tears, blank space, silence

Day 6 pain, tears, justification, guilt

I wasn’t enough, I could have done more, I’ll try harder, come back, I’ll fix it, I’ll change, please, don’t go

Day 7 heartache, silence, reality, shattered illusions

I was a fool

I believed in your lies, your dreams, the words you spoke to my heart, my soul, the one voice I heard above the others, the one hand I trusted with my heart. I was a fool, you abandoned me. you hurt me. you never cared.

Truth, acceptance, strength,

An ebbing of who I was, staring at the empty space that was my anchor, the space that encompassed the bond I thought we had, cold, lifeless, drowning silence, ashamed of what I’ve become

Day 8 Resolution, ANGER

Dried tears, a closed door, a name missing where you used to be. Standing alone, breathing deeply,

A light extinguished

REALIZATION

You no longer NEEDED me, you weren’t the strong one. I STAND. I STAY

I DO not need you, I’m not sure I even WANT you now, you are not the man I loved, he was a lie, he would never abandon his friend, he would not hurt he would not abuse. HE NEVER EXISTED

You lied

You needed me

You used me, and you enjoyed it.



abandoned
free from constraint, restrictions or conformities

YES Sir you ABANDONED ME, but now I am abandoned…heaven help you when the heartache you’ve sown is reaped. I pity you in your ignorance and lonliness.

I SLIPPED UP AGAIN by babsy face

I slipped up again, wrote a note i shouldnt have and stuck it to your door, in closing it was sealed with lust, adoration, and a tug at the heart most could hardly imagine.. was it kept? or discarded like so many other trinkets I've watched get carried away from the shadows.. just a dab of vanilla underneath your name, both our favorite smells, hope you inhale deeply and it brings you home.. home to a bed that patiently waits, to a home you dont even realize you have.. but for now i will write your poems, and when the words cannot find me, i will seek them out, to find the perfect chorus fitting the melody of our hearts as one

DYING by Amaranth

Dying

I realise you have gone from me forever, and I know its my fault. My darkness called me & pulled me in and I forgot how to bask in the warmth of your light. So now I have found the strength to fight the darkness away, i am stood in a dark, dingy grey smog, you now shine for another. My light has gone.

Inside i am dead, wooden. Others come to pleasure and adore me. Not one will ever have my heart though, because I gave it to you so long ago.

I do wish you happiness and joy my love. Its all I have left.

Amaranth
30th June 2012

LOVING YOU WILL KILL ME by Jerzey Fresh

Loving you will kill me, so I'm prepared to die
You be Sid, I'm Nancy - we'll do this love thing right
They tell me you're no good - that I should stay away
You can't tell the moth to stay away from the flame
Shrouded in darkness you still manage to shine
No one could mistake you, not even the blind
You're a force to be reckoned with, I'm getting sucked in
Our love is a battlefield, in the end no one wins
I'm addicted to you, your love is my drug
"I love you" gets me higher, but one hit is never enough
I let you in off the sidewalk, call it a lesson learned
It was so cold that evening, but I still feel the burn
We could have had it all: white fence, the whole nine
Everything at our fingertips, call it the good life
But old habits die hard, I think that's what I'm supposed to say
"I don't deserve you, You'll find someone worthy one day."
Something like that, right? How did it go?
I was so busy reading the script I stopped watching the show
I don't want anyone else - you're enough, can't you see?
"I want your ugly, I want your disease"
I know you remember that song, you played it for me
Now that you're gone, food doesn't taste the same
Reminders of you everywhere, traces of your name
From the outside others can't understand why
Eventually the rumors subside
Interest starts to wane
Others will forget you but my memory remains
You can't erase a name once it's carved on your heart
Even after the same person has gone and torn it apart

THE CHOICE by Amaranth*

The Choice

She stands, water lapping around her feet, sinking in the sand, staring out at the grey brown expanse of ocean in front of her.

In her head she is tall and slim, looking the picture of beauty in her simple semi-sheer slip dress. Wind whipping her hair, a true poetic beauty, the sort of woman men love and women envy. The sort of woman who could be loved.

In reality her 300lb frame filled the dress a little too well and her oedematous feet and legs were causing excrutiaing pain, so much she was finding it difficult to remain standing without her face contorting into some grotesque representation of her discomfort.

To stay standing with as much dignity and elegance she could muster, she did. Staring out at the sea, which in her head was a beautiful crystalline blue. So beautiful but dangerous this seemingly inert body of water. So many secrets, depths not explored. So much about it would never be understood.

So, she summised, this powerful expanse of water she could liken to herself. It was large, hidden depths and a calm exterior hiding its power. It was also, she concluded, beautiful.

She looked down at her grotesque stomach prominent below her smaller breasts. Leaning forward and watching the water wash the sand away from her feet. An invisible bond draws her forward, taking tentative steps so not to fall she wades into the water.

The wind whips up and sings in her ears, masking the cries of her name. She wades up to her shoulders and turns around. Raising a hand she waves. Her final goodbye to the elegant man stood on the shore as he leaned forward to catch his breath. Wind whipping a white slip of paper in his hand, her note.

She sees the stranger approach him, but didnt hear the short dialogue the two exchanged, the paper bearer wading forward after her as he screams "No she can't swim".

She lays back, letting the water fill her ears, deadening the noise now she only had the comfort of her thoughts. She holds her breath, no panic, no fear, simply letting herself be consumed by the ocean, back to where she belongs. She opens her eyes at the precise moment she needed to, the gasp in awe at the silohettes above her swimming and the sun, coming out from behind the clouds at that exact point, making the water above seem a beautiful green blue. That awestruck gasp filled her lungs, took her last breath.

They say her eyes shone and she was smiling when they pulled her from the water. In death all could see the beauty she was, that which she never saw in herself in life.



Amaranth
18th June 2012

SEDUCTION by Amaranth*

I stand, walking confidently, with pride towards her, eyes not leaving her face. A small smile curves on my lips as I watch her squirm under my constant gaze. 

I stop directly in front of her, only 12 inches keeps us apart. Still she tries to squirm away from my gaze. I place a gentle reassuring hand on her shoulder, guiding her to look at me with my index finger under her chin. I lock eyes with her, showing her reassurance and my intentions.

"Open your legs" I instruct quietly but firmly. She hesitates, I slide my leathered hand down over her stomach, touching her mound. Hearing her let out a gasping sigh as she opens her legs for me.

"Good girl" I coo as I stroke my fingers along her slit. Again I look in her eyes and see the flame alight. She watches as my head slides down to her naked breast. As I wrap my full soft lips around her nipples I know that she is mine tonight.

Amaranth

4th June 2012

SLUMPED AGAINST THE CURB by Jerzey Fresh

Slumped against the curb, pestering time to fly
Strike a match, inhale your cigarette - watching passersby
I only smoke your brand, in case you need a light
And coffee same as you, in case your cup runs dry

Leave no stone unturned, no scenario left to chance
I'd only play your music too, if you'd ask me to dance
Hum your favorite verse, slow waltz to a serenade
Smile into your eyes, remark at how far we'd came

Stare at my crooked smile, watch it play across my face
Cat and mouse locked together, in a sweet embrace
"You're so warm", as I shiver against the cold
A lie just to get closer, snuggled inside your hold

Let me belong to you, till the clock strikes midnight
My Cinderella scene, this glass slipper fits just right
If only for tonight, we will live like royalty
Rule this town together, you're king to my queen

An escape from existence, before my bubble breaks
In reality a flight risk's not worth the extra work she takes
Stuck in the mud, watching the spinning wheels
I ponder "This must be how he used to feel"

I know you'll never feel the way I wish you would
I can't give you things I know you wish I could
Not much else we could say, except time will tell
You're still my wish when I throw change in the well

I wish for you now, tomorrow, forever and a day
I wish for you in times of joy, even times of pain
I wish on every star, that lights the night sky
I'll wish with every breathe I have, until I day I die