Resentment

My heart resides next to bitterness.

[mothergoddessslut]

Submission is an art form

Sometimes ugly in its manifestation

But always beautiful

The ways we kneel at each other's feet

Strong spines flexing

To meet

The will. The commands.

The needs.

And how our hands can grip so tight.

Hanging on to be led.

In the spirit of being fed. My mouth opens wide or you.

And these words and ways of being yours drip From my lips.

My hips spread and lift.

Opening softness as you sink in. Passages. Testaments to passionate fulfillments.

My heart pours. Bleeds. Beats.

Emptying to be filled by you.

I believe in WE

Submitting

As if there were nothing left.

Nothing else that mattered.

After we've stretched

The torn fabric of us the only cover we had against dark and cold.

And that can be ugly at times.

But there's something beautiful in being to say MINE.

[lovethediosa]

spring equinox part one.

clean house.

to the doormat in me; you have the right to say no. never apologize for your decisions— explain yourself only at your discretion. never feel pressured to defend your choices. you do not need a reason to put you first. let your favors be in love and come from your overflow. do not starve yourself to feed others out of fear of loneliness. serve you everyday. say “no” today. say it again. don’t waste time trying to figure out who feels what about you. you have the right to be the only person you live for. free up your time that was once full of commitments that didn’t honor you. the kind of love worth a favor is counterfeit. do not become bitter when you see the love you gave was not returned to you. continue to love with discernment. you have the right to boundaries that only abide by you, and cause no harm to others. make it a mantra for others to follow. fall in love with having a voice. now fall in love with hearing your voice. become your favorite sound. you have the right to love that won’t exploit you. there are people who are okay with you living for yourself. the love you seek flows freely within you. you have the right to please you. do what makes you smile. you have the right to relationships with those that you won’t ask you to pay with your life to love them. your love belongs where it’s appreciated most, not with the highest bidder.

to the manipulator in me; you have the right to engage in confrontations. you do not always have to concede to psychological warfare. allow people to know your wants, needs and desires in its most natural form— tell them. you do not have to live avoiding altercations. let that nervous feeling in the pit of your stomach be a reminder of your release from feeling undeserving. you have the right to ask for what you want directly, confidently. you do not have to plant seeds, use power of suggestion, and create dramatic scenes acting out roles of victim & damsel to access the affection you long for. you have the right to be honest with yourself. you have a duty to remind people how you prefer to be loved. you have a duty to know what to tell people because you know yourself. you have a right to authenticity, and a life void of ulterior motives. you can be yourself and still receive what you need. you will never have to deceive, extort, or exploit others for your needs again because you know there is enough for you. you have the right to ask for more from others. you don’t have accept everything that is given. you have the right to be vulnerable. you have a right to be safe.

to the ugliest parts of me; you have the right to believe beautiful. you deserve to be showered with compliments. accept every kind word you receive without a counter argument. do not second-guess celebrations of yourself. bask in your moments of worship. you are glorious. we will never experience the unique frequency that is you, again. honor your rare existence. you are precious to me. be the best you there is. walk upright, and have compassion stored for the days that you don’t. you have the right to forgive yourself. the love you demand does not rely on successes and failures but on inherent self-worth. you are allowed to be imperfect, and you are allowed to receive love while imperfect. be proud of your work. there is healing in every mistake you made. they have a right to be seen so they can touch others. you are a picture best when complete. find beauty in your own right. join hands with the rest of your existence. i am not complete without you.

[kushandwizdom]

“Always keep gratitude in the center of what you’re praying for.”

— Meggan Roxanne

[livy-n-deactivated20250331]

Good night 🌙

[myblahjournal]

I don’t want to be an asshole. I don’t want to settle for shallow connections while you explore dead ends. Your search for bullshit drives a wedge between us. This time I don’t think I can come back from it. To heal up. But this shit is making me die inside. Sleepless miserable nights.

[myblahjournal]

I don’t want to be an asshole. I don’t want to settle for shallow connections while you explore dead ends. Your search for bullshit drives a wedge between us. This time I don’t think I can come back from it. To heal up. But this shit is making me die inside. Sleepless miserable nights.

[resqectable]

“The heart remembers no matter how hard you try to forget.”

— kenzie lawson

[burntcopper]

Kromlau bridge, Germany, during all four seasons.

[mothergoddessslut]

Submission is an art form

Sometimes ugly in its manifestation

But always beautiful

The ways we kneel at each other's feet

Strong spines flexing

To meet

The will. The commands.

The needs.

And how our hands can grip so tight.

Hanging on to be led.

In the spirit of being fed. My mouth opens wide or you.

And these words and ways of being yours drip From my lips.

My hips spread and lift.

Opening softness as you sink in. Passages. Testaments to passionate fulfillments.

My heart pours. Bleeds. Beats.

Emptying to be filled by you.

I believe in WE

Submitting

As if there were nothing left.

Nothing else that mattered.

After we've stretched

The torn fabric of us the only cover we had against dark and cold.

And that can be ugly at times.

But there's something beautiful in being to say MINE.

[likelovetothelost-deactivated20]

Really did not see the way Kelly and Kenny ended coming. Like wow. Kelly you need to get it together. Could’ve did that earlier. and she seemed like she could care less

[myblahjournal]

She’ll be an orgasmless cat lady. Continually chasing six packs. He took it better than expected.

[mothergoddessslut]

The moment I wrapped your initial around my neck

I claimed you as mine

I told everyone. Pointed you out. You that see that fine Negro over there. Yeah that one.

He belongs to God... And then me. Only

And you thought I was playing.

Seeking to scratch an itch. A tickle.

But I been digging you since we was little.

And I didn't have much of a childhood. So playing... I didn't do.

I approached with the seriousness of legally binding agreements.

This ain't no fairy tale. Magical yes.

But ain't no fairies fluttering around sprinkling glitter on our indiscretions, righting our wrongs, moving us beyond Indecision.

We've built on top of some hard learned lessons.

And I smile when I see clearly the ways God kept us.

Protected us.

Cradled us in grace.

Maintained the fabric of us so that even after thousands of days of having not touched your skin I could still be amazed.

Impressed.

Look at you and remember only us.

I'll wear you around my neck. Your name at the center of throat.

You can do the same.

I relinquish that to you. My name.

This is a love story. It has sequels and prequels , epilogues , dedications , footnotes and hidden typos. It’s handwritten. Beautiful calligraphy.

And in it. There’s a beginning.

I claimed you.

That’s it.

[mothergoddessslut]

For every rainy day

I try to remain solid

Reciting mantras of shit that's positive

You can only be concerned with the things you can control

And controlling

What's mine.

Taking cards I'm dealt in stride

But when that which I control

Rises up and consumes me

A power that unfolds

Discomforting. Shaking me.

I get stuck

In that rainy day

Drenched

No words to say

I just want to be solid. Unmoved and unnerved by biting winds. Not swept up in the tears of the places I didn't win.

[myblahjournal]

You came in and disrupted my inner peace. Reprogrammed my way of life and now you are disinterested in your creation.

[minuty]

[objetpetita]

Now I know, I suffer from loneliness The center of me that is not meant to be understood;

My body, an archaic shipwreck                                                     murmur at the deep heart of the ocean                                                    a mechanical exchange                                                    a tedious monotony

My language, an absence                                           of millions of voids                                           a bing-bang                                           a rotten tree

[egowhatego]

- ‘monochrome’, seye isikalu (2017)

[you-are-another-me]

[myblahjournal]

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