simpler

I sometimes believe
that life
would be
so much
simpler
if only
I looked
like this
.
Then I stop
and realize
that
I'd likely be
so much
simpler
as well
and
I get over it
.
.j.

:::

Love doesn’t

live here

anymore,

took the window,

not the door,

left its hope

on the floor,

got not enough

and needed more.

:::

~j~

Look at that.

Yes.

A perfect fit.

Thank you, Friend.

.j.

Someone once asked
if I had a
‘fountain of a pen’.

No.
No pen.

In truth,
it’s more
like a
Dreaming Tree,
and I find
myself
constantly
tripping over
the roots.

Black
and blue,
here.

But I’m
surviving

.j.

Mickey;

I need to cancel our date for this Saturday.

I’m planning on getting a little Goofy,

instead,

if you know what I’m sayin’.

Sincerely;

Minnie

.j.

Ahh, 

But Alice,

hunting rabbits

 is such 

a 
grand 
adventure

.j.

Go right ahead, love.
Spread that sad song.
Don’t worry about me.
[i’ve been here all along]


j.

No sides nor walls.
No base nor form.
The wind blows through,
you can’t keep warm.
A hollow castle
with no king.
Your empty words
don’t mean a thing.

j.

Rotten
old memories
left in
rags and tatters,
dusky
blue-yellow bruise
of a heart
that’s been battered,
jagged skirting
of glass
where once
love did linger,
warm, damp
press of your lips,
and the pulse
of your fingers,
throbbing
hollow of pain
as I reminisce of we
and the us
that we were,
but not the us
that we’ll be.

j.

Alice

'Perhaps it hasn't one,' Alice ventured to remark.

"'Tut, tut, child!' said the Duchess.

'Everything's got a moral,

if only you can find it.'"

. - Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland.

play me

you can play me like a flute

using your breath to tease my skin

your gentle touch across all my keys

~

you can play me like a guitar

plucking through all of my six strings

with your fingers

~

you can play me like a violin

supporting all my lower parts

with your shoulders

~

to which you can play me like a saxaphone

in soprano, alto, tenor, and baritone

~

when you see my body rise

and tell you i am ready

play me like a drum

and be the driving force

with persistent repetition

~

and i will be in perfect rhythm

and we shall be

our very own
musical
percussion

.

~j~

~

A thousand years from now, or more,
when this land hosts nothing but new evolution,
[a new breed, a new world, a new revolution]
my prayer for the memory of us is such.
That, somewhere, tucked tight on a dusty shelf,
we live textually on, you and myself.
That our story be one to be told and retold 
upon the yellowing pages in a well worn book
stained with envious tears of all who have looked

j

:::

We could be

now and forever.

We could both

live on together.

We could be

stories untold.

We could be

legends of old.

We could be

sweet stuff of fable.

We could be

all we are able.

We could just

render all moot.

We could be

love absolute.

:::

~j

My Days

 seem short

My nights
 too long

the snow

once talked about  

has come 

and gone

and yup,

 everythings

 changed

not just the yard work,

but mostly

 how your life looks.

.j.

its not just the way you walk

on the ‘gentleman's' side of the street

and

its not just the way you snore 

and twitch while you sleep

its not just because 

of that fucking 

adorable walk

and

its not just because 

you say all the right words 

when you talk

its not just because 

id follow closely behind you for hours

just to stare at the back of your neck

and

its not just because with you around, 

everything feels better, 

even when its a wreck

its not just the way you melt me

with that shit eating grin

and

its not just the way i go weak in the knees

from the simple smell of your skin

its not just the commonalities, 

or sharing ‘likes’ 

of many similar kind

and

its not just the fact that the touch of your skin

creates a static 

that's impossible to define

its not just the way you demand to be looked at

with your 

unrelenting stare

and 

its not just the way you kiss me with intent

while grasping at the top of my head 

by my hair

its not just because 

there’s a whole 'nother ineffable world 

just inside your touch

and

its not just because 

i fear no one else 

will ever make me feel as such

no,

its 

so 

much 

more

its beyond the way you love

perfect amounts of passion, 

respect, and care

that make me completely want to open up

[and ill admit, this is rare]

its beyond words in my poems, 

or lyrics to any song

and

its something 

that may haunt me

my 

whole 

life

long 

.j.

Talk to me.
Text me up.
Slip your words
beneath my skirt
and stroke me
with your vowels.
Then enter me
and take me
all the way
from A to Z.
Turn me into
your dirty
sonnet
and title
me something
wicked.


~j~

my personal struggle

Having to ..

"decide you want it

more than you are afraid of it "

~♥~

... ~b.c.

I want to

bleed for you.

My love.

My soul.

My heart.

And more.

All over the rug

of your

living room floor.

Stain your house

with my affection,

because you’re

the only one that I adore

.j.

It's time for porn to change | Erika Lust |

 
?’s Answered

Where do you find your photos? -to-  Do you watch porn, & What’s your favorite porn site?

All images found @ Devientart.com  - still my favorite site to  sift through for creative inspiration.
Other images for inspiration found @ Ladycheeky.com  a great entry into tumblr.com
And ‘Porn’, well,.. (*as I cringe from that word*)
Yes, I, for lack of better words ‘Porn’.
If you asked me years ago, I’d of denied that, and insisted on defining it as only a love for ‘erotica’.
However, I have hope that ‘porn’ is evolving. And I own my part in that responsibility, as should all of you, to do our part in said evolution.
Especially us feminist porn lovers.

One of my IDOLS in life, explains it Beautifully..





 So Porn,..
Well, I highly recommend starting @ Lustcinema.com 
if it’s erotica you desire, but sort of cringe @ ‘Porn’
Shameless plug for my idol, but I promise you, regardless of your sexual gender, sexual preference, or sexual orientation, it is the perfect place to start.
There is even a (somewhat slow going) build up to a great new FeministPornAwards.com  
I can assure you even watching the 2 minute trailer for  ‘ Skin. Like. Sun.’ (available to preview @ Lustcinema.com) Which won 2010’s ‘Best Direction Award’  given by the Feminist Porn Awards, you will quickly understand the difference between male driven, stallion like, watermelon breasted, cum shot porn, to Erotic Feminist Porn. Yet, Lust-Cinema still has all the hot, fetish-loving, dirty stuff too.
 Just from a MUCH fresher perspective.

  Happy Inter-netting. Good Luck… & of course.. Enjoy.

   .j.

Let’s.

Let’s you and I
take the next fast train,
hang our heads out the window
and scramble our brains.
Let the rush of the world
hit us square in the face
knowing their power’s too small
to break our lover’s embrace.

Let’s.


~j

hanging on

i suck

at everyday

this and that

in and out

mundane bullshit

like toilets

and towels

and sheets

and shit

i don't like drama

but i do need
 a little

creativity

love

passion

laughter

 color
and some fucking
SPICE

you don't have to spin magic

with a pen to paper

but you could find a few words

for my ears only

or deliver me an intimate smile

touch me in passing

just a minute longer

look up from the busy day

the bills, the traffic, the noise,

the life that takes over,

and

just say

hi

.
~j~

~ Shonda Rhimes ~

Think I’ll just lie here
with my heart on my sleeve,
see if you notice, 
when you get up to leave,
that this girl really loves you 
[with all that i am]
or will you just step on over me, 
because you know that you can?

~j

You come like fog

in dead of night

and I pray you stop.

Ashen words

coat your

candied vendetta.

‘I don’t love you’

[i know]

‘you can’t have me’

[please, go]

yet you hover

like mist

just to

torture me so

~j~

Open your veins,
bleed out your paint,
cover me
with your compliments,
stencil me
with those 
beautiful words you know,
scribble it out
then leave,
just go,
and I’ll do you
a favor
and frame myself,
climb upon
the highest shelf
and nail
your canvas
to the wall
then wait,
again,
for your art
to fall.

~j

What I wouldn’t give
to find just one man
I’d be willing
to die for
instead of
all of these men
who just leave
me wishing
I were dead

~j

I saw a morning.
I felt your skin.
I heard your breath.
I drew you in.
I laid wide open.
I no more lacked
I believe you loved
I loved you back.

But Fuck all that.

~j

Think of you, think of words,
think of anger, think of fear,
think I think I think too much,
and sometimes,
 I think I just wish you were here.

~j

Dave Matthews

   <3 This Boy <3

 That Beautiful Guitar Riff Intro

 His Fingers

His passion

This Song
Just Because
it

~Just Feeeeels Good~