Just Jot It January: A Good Night

It’s Friday night and she is  out  with  her besties.

She has  worked hard  all week and  it’s time to let  her  hair down

They have some  shots  before they go, put themselves  at their ease.

Need to forget the week  and and their  troubles drown.

 

Short skirts high heels, false lashes red lips

Tonight they are going out it is their playtime

They’ve  all topped up with voddy, slight slurs weaving hips

Out they sally into the night, no coats, young girls in their prime

 

Early hours  freezing  cold , tights ripped heels broke

She has been sick and wet  herself no shred of selrespect

Lying in her own mess shaking  as she chokes

People passing by  dissmiss her as a social reject.

 

OH!  her friends  had all left her there,she could  die  of shame

She hopes no one she knows has  seen her staggering around

Why  had  she not taken care, not played that drinking game

Her face was gashed , her knee grazed where she’d fallen on the ground.

Too many  young people  and  many many  are  girls  binge drink read  here 

 

 

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Slave of the bridge.

Every night  she crosses the bridge betwix life  and death.

Carrying the  tormented souls that are of  hope bereft.

Her  shadow like its owner  empty and lost gently follows.

She looks  for life and love for she has none, her heart and soul are nothing  but hollow.

 

The moon looks on and gently weeps as she, her lonely vigil keeps.

Misery  and desperation are tangible in the air.

Colours  she craves colours, rest she craves rest and the warm of another  body

She craves colour and warmth and  above all sleep, this is  her life not her hobby.

 

Demon hands reach through the slats of the bridge searching for souls, they do not want  hers it is long gone!

They scratch at  her heels  they pull at  her ankles they hurt her but worse they hold her  back and drag her down so she never sees the sun!

Pour lost  soul there is no hope left  for her, nightly  she stumbles on alone tortured and held  by invisible rope.

Pray  for her, plead  for her as she in torment wails, she is condemned to this for eternity, no chance of escape for her, no hope.

 

 

 

 

 

On the Edge

Nonnet

On the edge my senses truly stripped

Not hearing  your sentenses clipped.

Cold, shivering  barely dressed

My aroused body caressed.

Shall I take  the step

Its one long trek.

But a huge

Step to

Nought

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Haiku

Dark road winds into  night

Dawn long up and fled

Crow screaches infinity

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Poem

She waits  half naked on  the brink

Fouled, dirtied and  despoiled

She can no  lower  sink.

All efforts for redemption foiled

Her body too often and too freely  given

Black  her soul no room  for feelings

All gentleness and love, away  has been driven.

Her legs weak and stained , she feels the brush of  angel wings.

Her heart awakes, she is racked  with remorse and pain

Supine  she stretches and prays for death

She aches  to feel clean and whole again

To be forgiven and clensed of sin, she longs for her last breath.

Her immortal soul to pieces torn,

She no longer expects  to be forgiven.

 

 

 

The Final Act

This is the final concert the last and final act! You will not be leaving here dears with your bodies or souls intact!

OMG they they were fucking epic this closing act they took the audience  in their hands and squeezed the life out of them just like a tiny cat.

No one could quite believe what they all saw with their eyes the girl she was on fire (smoldering) and he covered in maggots and flies.

But the music held them it lulled them into trust , sadly that is where it all fell apart as their souls were turned to dust.

Something in the music turned them all mad if it had not been such a free for all you might of thought it sad. It was nothing more than an orgy couples at it everywhere naked arses and boobs abounding everywhere. As the music grew louder orgasmic cries could be heard the crowed could not get enough of each other” YES YES ” was all that could be heard.

As the music got even louder and blood began to flow from their noses and their ears  and between their lips, why, we will never now. They all began to drink the blood they loved the bitter metallic taste , they sucked it from each other, the lapped it from the floor  not a drop went to waste. The howls rose up loud and clear for  MORE, MORE, MORE!!!

Death and his daughter Apathy performed their fatal act, louder, louder their music rose and the walls began to crack! The floor beneath the audience suddenly gave way. Not surprising it could not take all the shagging that took place that day! The ceiling started falling as the crowed fell down to hell and Satan and hoards stoked up the fires  and greased their wrack’s and shout “Thanks Death that went well!!”

So Death turned to his daughter Apathy, he grinned at this spectre that he loved so very well and said to” Okay Sweetie we gave them merry hell!!  ”

Dark Angel

Dark Angel

I can see him in the dark I can see him watching me. He is pissed and he is angry he furious with me.

There he stands the dark angel, planing how next to torture me he is cruel and he is clever he has so many tools to use on me.

He can make me beg for mercy he can make me scream for pain he finds out how to take me so near then just knock me back again.

Knowingly he can touch me where the fire burns the most, drawing and drawing until I implore for sating  then he kicks me to the floor.

He can lift me his hands in my sweet places, rest me on his joyous gift  then as ecstasy is in reach  toss me off as so much shrift.

He can leave wet and breathless crying out for sweet relief  he can drag me down to places that are so far from your belief. I am open wide to him but he does not care he will make me beg and pleased for it and then just rape me with his stare.

Here he comes the dark angel a smile upon his face he drags me across the floor strips me naked pulls me wide open, then displays to the world my disgrace.

The Choice

standing on the threshold

Standing on the threshold betwixt day and night , which way to step forward into the day or backwards away from the light.

You only have one chance in this moment of your life to choose the path you take next, what will it be. You need to be careful lest you lose. It’s easy to tricked it is easy to be fooled it is no use employing knowledge taught to you at school.

To one side there daylight green fields and oceans blue but with all that beauty there is plenty grief and heartache too. On the dark side there lust, sex and unending life. No care for anyone no warmth or tenderness when you can rip a heart out what use is a gentle caress.

If you step into the sunshine your stay by comparison will be brief but with daylight and human feelings you can find some relief. You may wake one morning after sleeping with your chosen male to find something in you growing that will make all hardships pale. You may stand one dark night with your dead child in your arms screaming at the moon  for your inability to keep the babe from harm. But then you could find comfort in the heat of love, a few minutes break from the pain sent from heaven above.

Step into the dark it is a different tale you will care for none and everything and anyone is for sale. You will try to quench your aching thirst for sex , blood and depravity you will not care who or what you use to set your lust free. You will use what ever means to sate your thirst. Just like a craven beast because that will be your curse! You may choose a mate but neither of you will be true and beware how ever you treat them so they can so treat you!

So you have your choice now which one will you choose will it be the cold dank everlasting dark or the short lived greens and blues?

 

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