When inspiration strikes...again...

Lies She Told Herself

Bruises form fingerprints,
Silver tear tracks in moonlight,
Harsh words pierce the silence,
as fear splinters her mind.

Pain screams through her body,
Rough hands grab violently,
She whispers softly,
Her arm's broken this time.

Wounded limbs curled up tight,
Eyes closed to the night,
Only thought in mind,
Let me stay safe tonight.

I think the poetry muse has gone away. For now.

Late night/early morning spamming...cuz I'm bored...

...and need a lift after writing depressing poems...


You're one of those perverts. You know what I'm
talking about.

Clean yourself up, and
get outside more! Fucker.


Why Will You Go To Hell?
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This shouldn't surprise any of you. *snickers*


ETA: Jess, sweetie, I can't make it this weekend. Will be getting together with my youngest sister. If you get this message, give me a call tonight. Love, Rai

Pass it on...

Marriage is love.