I Love You

To the most wonderful man who makes me smile and makes me feel like the luckiest girl in the entire world.

A simple poem filled with love for a man I can't go a day without.  I love you with all my heart and soul.  Here's to forever.

You are my sun
You are my moon
You are my stars alined
You are my soul
You are my body
You are my heart and mind

You are everything to me
You are the one that set me free
You are the one I want
You are the one I need
You are the air I breathe

Without you I'm nothing
Without you I'm just me
And why be just 'me'
When I can be part of a 'we'

I Love You

A Dog's Rules For Christmas

1) Be especially patient with your humans during this time. They may appear to be more stressed-out than usual and they will appreciate long comforting dog leans.

2) They may come home with large bags of things they call gifts. Do not assume that all the gifts are yours.

3) Be tolerant if your ...humans put decorations on you. They seem to get some special kind of pleasure out of seeing how you look with fake antlers.

4) They may bring a large tree into the house and set it up in a prominent place and cover it with lights and decorations. Bizarre as this may seem to you, it is an important ritual for your humans, so there are some things you need to know:

a) Don't pee on the tree

b) Don't drink water in the container that holds the tree

c) Mind your tail when you are near the tree

d) If there are packages under the tree, even ones that smell interesting or that have your name on them, don't rip them open

e) Don't chew on the cord that runs from the funny-looking hole in the wall to the tree

5) Your humans may occasionally invite lots of strangers to come visit during this season. These parties can be lots of fun, but they also call for some discretion on your part:

a) Not all strangers appreciate kisses and leans

b) Don't eat off the buffet table

c) Beg for goodies subtly

d) Be pleasant, even if unknowing strangers sit on your sofa

e) Don't drink out of glasses that are left within your reach

6) Likewise, your humans may take you visiting. Here your manners will also be important:

a) Observe all the rules in #4 for trees that may be in other people's houses. (4a is particularly important)

b) Respect the territory of other animals that may live in the house

c) Tolerate children

d) Turn on your charm big time

7) A big man with a white beard and a very loud laugh may emerge from your fireplace in the middle of the night. DON'T BITE HIM!!

Ten Reasons Why You Should Own A Dog

1) Dogs like humans.

2) Dogs are always glad to see you, no matter how late you are.

3) Dogs are loyal to their owners.

4) Dogs can be trained.

5) Dogs don't care what you look like. (And they appreciate body hair.)

6) Dogs make you exercise.

7) Dogs don't correct your stories.

8) Dogs don't criticize your driving.

9) Dogs enjoy the way you sing.

10) You are always good enough for your dog.

Hunting Season Part Two

Roxanne stared out the window at the passing forest, watching the trees bend in the afternoon breeze. They hadn't seen another car for almost an hour and the further they travelled, the more nervous Roxanne was becoming.

She glanced over at him and saw his lip twitch into a smirk. “Where are we going?” she asked for the millionth time since they had gotten into the car. 

“You'll find out soon enough,” came his reply as he turned sharply on the steering wheel, sending the car up a narrow dirt road.

“Whoa!”

Roxanne was in awe as a large log cabin came into view, the afternoon sunlight reflecting off the windows, creating a stunning effect of light.

The car came to stop. He turned to her. “We're here,” he said, simply as he got out, expecting her to follow. Roxanne did, climbing out slowly, taking in her surroundings. The forest was dense, the tree trunks were huge. A few flickers of light shone through the leafy canopy, creating stunning beams of golden rays over the mossy ground. It was simply breathtaking.

When he had called her early that week to inform her that he was taking her on a mountain retreat, she had never envisioned this. Upon hearing the word retreat, she began mentally packing her bag. Warm clothing, sweaters, jeans, hiking boots. But he surprised her by telling her not to pack anything. Roxanne had protested, stating that there was no way he would be able to pack all his things plus hers into one suitcase. Eventually, to avoid an argument, he agreed to let her bring a small suitcase which he had promptly thrown into the trunk of the car the moment he picked her up.

His silence on the drive to the cabin had bothered Roxanne. She was getting chills down her spine as the thought of her previous encounters with him flooded her mind. Now, she was in the middle of no where with him, miles from anyone else.

When she turned around, Roxanne noticed he was already standing by the door of the cabin. A simple black duffel bag was in his hand. “You forgot my bag,” she told him as she approached the door. He smiled, his eyes roaming over her body.

“I'll get it once I get the place opened up,” he said. “Don't want this place smelling like moth balls.” He chuckled as the key turned in the lock, opening the door to the cabin.

The cabin was beautiful. Floor to ceiling windows, a large stone fireplace and gorgeous views of the lake and surrounding forest. Roxanne was in awe. She moved into the centre of the room, admiring the view.

She turned when she heard the door close. She smiled at him. “This place is spectacular!” she exclaimed, slipping her hands into the pockets of her jeans.

He nodded, not moving from the entry. “It is beautiful,” he agreed. “Now, strip.”

Roxanne turned her head. “I'm sorry, what?” she asked, her eyes flashing in defiance. 

“Strip.”

“No.”

He smiled, taking a step towards her, his black bag still in hand. “I thought I might have some problems with you,” he said, placing the bag on a small table. He unzipped it. “Now, you can either strip yourself, or let me do it.”

Roxanne folded her arms across her chest. She was not in the mood for one of his sex games.

He chuckled again. With one swift motion he had grabbed her wrist in his hand, pulling it behind her. Roxanne let out a surprised cry, pulling against his strength. She was no match for him. 

He manoeuvred her other hand behind her back, grasping her wrists tightly with his left hand as his right rummaged through his duffel bag until he found what he was looking for. 

Roxanne's eyes widened as he dangled the pair of black leather cuffs in front of her face. “Do you want me to use these?” he asked, his lips brushing against her ear.

Roxanne shook her head violently. He released his grip on her wrists, letting her go. She stood facing him. Without being told, she pulled her T-shirt over her head, discarding it. She kicked off her shoes, removed her socks and unzipped her jeans. She stood before him in her black lace bra and panties.

“Take them off,” he commanded, his voice thick with want and desire. Roxanne obeyed, discarding both bra and panties onto the pile of her clothes. Automatically, her hands covered her breasts, her legs crossing at the ankles.

He reached into the bag, a smirk on his face. “Now, that's better. If you haven't guessed, this week will be a continuous game. While we're here, you're not to wear anything except what's in this bag. You will refer to me as 'Master' the entire time. Do you understand?”

Roxanne nodded, her hair falling in front of her eyes. She was surprised by how his tone of voice had an affect on her body. She could feel her thighs tremble and a sudden dampness. She felt her cheeks burn as he approached her with the ominous bag.

She peaked inside and licked her lips. Staring back at her was her fox ears, tail and black collar with small bell. The same outfit she had donned for him a couple of months ago.

When they had spoken openly about it, she had told him it had been fun being his little fox and that she would love to do it again. He had agreed, but that was it. There was no other mention of it and their sex life hadn't suffered in the slightest. In fact, she had almost forgotten about that night she had spent as a fox. Almost...

Glancing up at him, Roxanne saw his eyes soften. “Our safe word will remain the same,” he told her, stroking her hair. “If at any time you want to quit this, just say the word and I'll remove the tail and ears.” She nodded, reaching her hand into the bag, pulling the ears out and placing them on her head.

He removed her necklace and replaced it with the collar before pulling out the tail. Since that initial introduction to it, they had experienced anal sex. And while it was something that Roxanne wasn't use to, and at times it did hurt her, it wasn't completely unpleasant. But still, the thought of anything entering her body through her ass caused her to tense up.

He turned her around so her back was to him. She felt his fingers trail down her spine. The touch was light, sweet. She felt the fur of the fox tail follow the path left by his fingers. She turned to look at him, her blue-green eyes wide as she saw him rub some lubricant onto the plug end of the tail. Then he squirted some onto his hand and massaged her butt, slipping two fingers into her.

"I don't know if I want to do this," Roxanne said, looking over her shoulder.

He smiled. "Of course you do. The only problem you have is that you won't admit that it excites you. Sexual satisfaction can be arrived in many ways, and these are just some of them. You're naturally submissive, Roxanne. It's about time you accepted that." With those words, he pressed the tip of the plug against her anus, pressing hard until it slipped inside her, creating a surprised cry from her as she felt it filling her.

He reached into the bag one more time and produced a pair of black heels. He knelt before her and told her to lift one leg at a time. As she did he got a good eyeful of her body, the fox tail swishing over her flesh, causing goosebumps to rise.

Once he had slipped her feet into the heels, he stood up and looked at her, his eyes dancing with delight. Her newly blonde hair made her red ears stand out even further. The blush in her cheeks matched the fur. He jingled her collar, feeling the coolness of the bell against his palm.

She stared at him, quizzical as he circled her, admiring the view of the gorgeous creature before him. He tapped his chin, his eyes darkening as he stared at her. “Run,” he commanded.

Roxanne's eyes grew wide as she shrank back against the wall, the tail pressing into her body further causing a surprise gasp from her. 

He nodded to the door. “Run,” he told her again.

“B-b-b-but I can't!” she cried, protesting that she was naked.

He held up his hand, bringing it down on her ass. She yelped and took off, pulling open the front door of the cabin and sprinting out into the woods as best she could in the impossible heels he had her in.

He followed slowly, keeping her in his sights as she climbed over logs, rounding bushes and trees before leaping over a small creek. She stopped to catch her breath, leaning over a fallen tree when he came up behind her, wrapping his arm around her body, feeling her nipples harden beneath his hands as he tweaked them, pulling them taut so they were hard like diamonds. 

Roxanne moaned, grinding her hips against him as he continued to play with her. 

“It occurred to me that foxes don't have hands,” he whispered in her ear as she placed her hands atop his, guiding his to squeeze her breasts the way she liked.

Before she had time to say anything, he had secured her hands behind her back and bent her over the log. The bark from the tree rubbed against her nipples, causing a new sensation to sweep through her. The roughness felt different and she could feel each individual ridge in the wood as she squirmed.

His hand slid in between her legs, rubbing against her moist centre, feeling her juices seep onto his fingers. She groaned as he traced a single finger over her clitoris, teasing her, feeling her hips buck against him, bumping his erection.

He let out a primal groan, closing his eyes briefly. He could feel her hips making small circles on his palm, in an attempt to get herself off. His eyes fluttered open, his lip twitching upwards into a grin. What a naughty girl she was.

He spread her sex, sliding in two fingers. He felt the warmth of her body greet him as he rubbed his fingers deep inside her, causing soft groans of approval to escape from her. He grinned as he continued feeling her body quiver beneath his own. To test her, he slid another finger in. She gasped, eyes opening wide as she felt the third invader probe deep inside her. 

Roxanne rocked her hips back and forth, lightly tugging on her restraints, the bark rubbing against her nipples. If he kept this up, she would come. It was inevitable.

He could feel her body respond. Her clitoris pulsed against his thumb as his fingers probed deep inside her. He could feel his hand growing slicker with her wetness with each thrust of his exploring digits.

As he added his forth finger, stretching her, she began to shudder, convulsing as her orgasm washed over her, consuming her. Roxanne let out a strangled cry as she fell against the log, scraping herself against the rough bark.

Her eyes were closed, her breathing hard, as he unzipped himself, freeing his pulsing manhood to the world. He picked her up in his arms and took a seat on the log, impaling Roxanne with his quivering member.

Roxanne's eyes shot open as she felt his full length disappear inside her. He held her hips firmly as he waited for her to begin to rock from side to side. When she didn't move, he took one of her nipples into his mouth, rolling his tongue around it before nipping at it, sending a shiver down her spine.

Slowly, Roxanne began to rock back and forth, her hips making slow figure eights. She wanted to rest her hands on his chest, to feel his muscles as she rode him. With them behind her back she felt more awkward than usual.

She felt his hips buck, forcing himself deep inside her. Her groans were becoming more audible as she stopped moving and let him take over. He placed his mouth over one of her nipples, gripped her hips with his hands and began lifting her on and off. He teased her by pulling her right off and only having the tip of his rock hard cock buried inside her, before plunging her back down on him, his hips rising to meet hers.

Sweat dripped from his brow as he stared up at his sexy fox. Her head had fallen back, her hands still behind her back, pressing her breasts forward and her tail fell between his legs. He loved the feel of it as he thrust deeply into her. Releasing one of her hips, he reached down and grabbed the tail, pulling it slightly, causing Roxanne to moan louder.

That familiar feeling stirred in her belly. She could feel another orgasm approaching. He could feel it too. Her body began to tense. Sweat slid down her neck, in between her breasts. He dropped her tail and slid his hand in between their grinding bodies, rubbing her clit until she let out a monstrous cry of pleasure as she came hard.

He couldn't hold it any longer and thrust upwards, filling her completely as he shot his creamy, thick load deep inside her. Her muscles, clenched, tightening around his cock, milking him until he was completely drained.

She collapsed against him, breathing hard, her hair matting against her skin.

They sat there, still, catching their breath for a few moments. Carefully, he lifted her off him. He watched as both his come and hers leaked out of her.

He placed her carefully on the log while he fixed himself up. He unchained her wrists and watched as she rubbed them in an attempt to get the circulation back into her arms.

Licking her lips, she glanced up at him. “Do I really have to wear this all week?” she asked, shivering slightly as the cool evening air brushed over her naked flesh, causing her nipples to harden further. He smiled slyly, watching her body react to the environment. 

“Yes,” he replied, helping her to her feet, their combined juices trailing down her leg. His hand brushed over her tail, tugging it teasingly, watching her reaction as she backed into him, eyes closing. 

The breeze washed over them again. Roxanne shivered, rubbing her arms. He gave her a hug, his arms wrapping around her. “B-b-b-but it's cold,” she stammered, as he picked her up and began carrying her back to the cabin, her tail swishing about in the chilling wind as he walked.

“Don't worry, my little fox,” he said. “I have plenty of ways to keep you warm for the week.” 

Roxanne felt a shiver of excitement spread through her body as she caught his eye and he winked as he carried her back to the isolated cabin.

Ode To You

The way you look at me
Always makes me smile
Just knowing that you're there
Always makes my day

I love nothing more
Than waking up in your arms
Snuggling up close to your chest
Always makes me feel safe

I love the feel of your breath
Lightly teasing my neck
Your lips pressed on my skin
Always make me melt

You always know just what to do
To make me feel like a princess
You say the things I long to hear
But your actions speak louder than words

For years I had hoped for a prince
To finally come my way
And here you are on a noble steed
Sword drawn at the ready

You are the reason for my smile
You are the reason why
I still believe in love
After many years of doubt

If it wasn't for your love
I probably wouldn't be here
You keep me safe and sane
When the world around me is crazy

From the bottom of my heart
I say thank you
There are no words left to say
Except I owe you

A Slave

. . . A slave is bound to remind her of the ties that entwine them.




. . . She is placed in the dark so she may see the light when her Master speaks.




. . . She is adored.




. . . She is treasured.




. . . She is owned.

Regret

I regret that time we were caught
Smoking in eighth grade.
I regret that time I was caught
Drinking underage.
I regret that time I told a lie
To the cops about where we were.
I regret sleeping with a man
Whose name I don't remember.
I regret falling asleep
During that final exam.
I regret having unprotected sex
With my latest man.
I regret knowing that
Some of the things I've done
Have affected us in more ways than one.
I regret how we danced naked in the moonlight
On a public beach.
I regret how my trust
Was something he breached.
I regret ending things so quickly
And not having a proper goodbye.
I regret watching him leave
And not being able to cry.
There are so many things in life
That I ultimately regret.
Some things I forgive
But none I can forget.
But when it comes to you and I
I know I can continue to smile.
For I regret nothing of what we've done
And I love every minute that we have fun.
Nothing about meeting you
I regret.
You've touched my life in a way
That I can never ever forget.

Silence

I see you for who you really are
I won't be silent anymore
I can't hide the hurt I'm feeling
Especially when it's my emotions
That you're playing with
Just toying me around

The silence between us is deafening
I apologised for breaking our date
But I had to take care of me
And it was you who once said
That if I don't look out for me
Who will?

Still silent?
I'm sorry for not being able to conform
I'm sorry that something had come up
That was unavoidable
If you want to be mad then be mad  
But use your words not silence

The stress of it all is killing me
I messaged you this morning
And yet still no reply
Being silent doesn't mean I'll go away
It just means you're not that man
I thought you were

I will be there tomorrow
To apologise face to face
No amount of rain, hail or shine
Nothing will keep me from you
Nothing will keep me away
Except your silence

I'm Sorry

I've given up on getting excited about things.
What's the point?
Clearly I'm no good.
I'm worthless.
Or so you keep telling me.
What I want in life I can't have.
You tell me to quit dreaming.
But dreams are all I have to escape the hell
That is reality.
You say I can do better.
You say if only I had the desire to succeed
Then I could go far.
My desire leads me in a different direction.
A direction which you don't approve of.
I don't care what you say anymore.
I've given up on trying to please you.
Some days I think you'll only ever be happy
If I'm no longer around.
I'm sorry I'm not what you envisioned.
I'm sorry that I'm not perfect.
I'm sorry that all you ever care about
Is something which I'm not.
I can only be me.
I'm sick of pretending to be
Someone who you want me to be.
I'm sorry for everything.
I'm sorry that I can't please you.
Actually, you know what
No, I'm not.
I'm not sorry that I can't please you
Because I don't need your approval.
I tried to do things your way
And they didn't work out.
Now it's time to do things my way.
I'm a dreamer
And I'm proud of that.
My dreams are my realities
And it won't be long until they are yours too.
I'm sorry that you can't see that.
I'm sorry that you don't realise how important this is to me.
I'm sorry that this is the end of us.
Because if I have to chose between you or him
Then I chose him.

Sensual Seduction

Lacy Richards knelt on the bed, naked, holding a black satin sheet up to her chest, covering her body. Her blonde hair cascaded down her shoulders in loose curls. Her blue-green eyes were framed by thick black lashes.

She licked her lips as she stared down the barrel of his camera. 

Nathan McGuire was a freelance photographer and painter. He and Lacy had been together for about two months when he had asked if she would consider posing for him.

Lacy had been unsure about the entire idea, especially considering that she didn't see herself as pretty. Cute in parts, but overall she was not beautiful. Nathan had insisted, and to prove that she was stunning, he had taken her to the local park, perched her on a rock and began taking photos. Even with her staring menacingly at him, the photos were gorgeous. For the first time in her whole life, Lacy felt beautiful.

Now she was kneeling on a bed, a satin sheet her only form of cover. The feeling of beauty had been replaced with vulnerability.

Nathan had gone to extreme lengths to make her enjoy this shoot. He had hired a make-up artist and a hair stylist for the day to cater to her needs. For the last hour and a half she had been pampered, her hair curled slightly so it flowed like a golden waterfall down her back. Her make-up was alluring with smoky eyeshadow that made the colour of her eyes really pop. Her lips were neutral. Smooth and yet, seductive.

She gripped the sheet tighter in her hand as Nathan adjusted the lighting. He smiled at her, his bright blue eyes staring into hers. “Just relax, love,” he said softly, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “Don't be nervous.”

Lacy looked at him, her eyes searching his. “You're not the one who's naked,” she replied.

Nathan lowered his camera, hand on his hip. “I can be if it'll make you feel more comfortable.” Lacy felt her cheeks grow warm and she knew she was blushing.

Nathan grinned as she ducked her head slightly, embarrassed by his proposal. It was exactly what he needed. He raised the camera and clicked. 

Lacy raised her head, her eyes wide with awe as he took another photo. The shutter clicked furiously as Nathan moved around his subject, photographing her from all angles so that she looked artistic, not naked.

She stared at him with knowing eyes, watching as he walked around her, camera clicking. Nathan stared through his lens at her. Lacy was gorgeous. He had told her every day that she was the most beautiful woman in the world, but no matter how often he said it, she didn't believe it. There were days when she was super confident in herself and then there were other days when her family undermined her self-confidence.

He licked his lips as he stared at her. Her curves were killer, her eyes were sultry, her lips luscious and her skin was like milk. She had a luminous glow about her and staring at her body against the black satin sheet, Nathan knew he was in love.

After a few more minutes, he put the camera down. He had enough of her in that position. He signalled for his assistant to enter the room. 

Lacy looked from one man to the other, unsure of what to do. She gripped the sheet tighter, pulling it around her so that she was covered. 

Nathan lent in, his lips brushing against her ear. “Trust me, love,” he said, his tongue dipping inside sending shivers down her spine. His hand sat on top of hers. “Lie back and relax,” he commanded.

Lacy whimpered but obeyed, pulling the sheet down on top of her. Nathan unhooked her fingers, pulling the sheet away from her naked body. Lacy draped an arm across her chest and bought a leg up to hide her private areas.

“Stop hiding yourself,” Nathan told her. “You're beautiful.” He yanked her arm away, revealing her breasts. Her nipples hardened as the cool air brushed over them.

Nathan took her arm, positioning it over her head. Her other arm was also moved above her head, her hand clasping around her own wrist. Nathan's assistant moved over to the bed, a small box in hand. Carefully he began dropping red rose petals all around her naked body. The silky petals tickled her skin.

The assistant lent in, trickling a row of petals across her lower abdomen, covering her intimate areas. Delicately, he placed a single rose petal over her erect nipples. The sensations were driving Lacy wild and the silkiness of the petal against her heated flesh was almost enough to drive her over the edge. Now if only Nathan would drop that stupid camera and start pleasuring her.

CLICK.

Lacy looked around, trying hard not to move. She had heard a click, but she was damned if she knew where it had come from.

“Don't move, love,” came Nathan's voice from above her.

Lacy turned her head slightly. There he was, lying across a beam, camera in hand, pointing the lens at her naked body, capturing it in all its glory.

“Look at me, love. Look directly at me,” he commanded, snapping away as Lacy glared up at him, doing her best menacing look which she knew could also pass for her most seductive. Without thinking, Lacy licked her plump bottom lip causing Nathan to groan and shift his weight slightly as his erection strained against his pants.

A few quick shots and he was descending his perch. He placed his camera down and ushered his assistant out the door, locking it behind him.

Nathan turned back to the bed. For the first time since they began photographing, Lacy could see how turned on he was by her naked form.

He took a couple of large strides and now stood before her. Lacy hadn't moved, although her breathing got quicker as she stared up at him, trusting, waiting for him to make his move.

He sat next to her before leaning down to kiss her with such urgency that she groaned. Lacy's hands moved, cupping his face, her fingers stroking over his strong jaw. Her hands lingered to his hair, tugging on it slightly as his hands roamed over her side, tracing a finger over her breast, teasing her nipples further.

Lacy arched her back, lifting herself off the bed, letting the petals fall from her body.

Nathan broke the kiss, trailing his lips over her jaw, down her neck, flicking the tip of his tongue across her soft flesh as he sucked on her collarbone. Lacy's hands spread against his back, tugging at his shirt until he moved, allowing her to pull it off completely.

The shirt fell to the floor as Lacy's hands resumed to running through Nathan's hair as he kissed down the plain of her belly, his tongue dipping into her belly button before trailing down her thighs, causing her to jump a little.

The scent of arousal flooded Nathan's nostrils and with a quick glance, it confirmed his suspicions that Lacy was aroused. He could see the juices trickle from her body, leaving a slick sheen on her sex.

He traced over it with the tip of his finger, watching her squirm in anticipation. Without hesitating, Nathan replaced the tip of his finger with the tip of his tongue, flicking it over her clitoris before sliding deep inside her, licking up all her tantalising juices.

Lacy squirmed, moaning, her hips bucking slightly as her hands came up, gripping her breasts, squeezing them softly, rolling her nipples around in between her fingers. She pulled at the taut buds, feeling them become more perky as her eyes closed.

A familiar warm feeling washed over her, spreading through her veins, nestling deep in her belly. Nathan continued to tease her, every now and then sucking her clitoris into his mouth and sliding two fingers deep inside her. 

He couldn't believe how slick with desire she was. Here he had been all morning trying to boost her self-confidence when here she now was grinding her hips into his face, looking as though she was having the time of her life.

He could feel her body tremble with the onset of an orgasm. Nathan smiled as he flickered his tongue faster over her clitoris until she cried out, tossing her head back, her back arched, her fingers pinching her nipples as she rode the wave of ecstasy washing over her.

Nathan grinned, propping himself up in between her legs, watching her body shake as she tried to regain control. It was the sexiest thing he had ever seen.

“How was that?” he asked, tracing a line up and down her thigh, watching her jump as he closed in on her pussy. 

Lacy propped herself up on her elbows. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes glassy. Her breathing was slowly returning to normal.

“You can photograph me, anytime,” she said, breathlessly.

Nathan grinned devilishly. “I was counting on that,” he said with a wink.

To be continued....

Fear

I fear the nightmares that are set upon me
I fear the darkness as it surrounds me
I fear that my life will be sucked out of me
I fear the shadows that come to life

I fear the heights of mountains before me
I fear the path in which to follow
I fear the words spoken by demons
I fear the grasping hands of you

I fear the powers that you possess
I fear the way I hold on and repress
I fear the troubles that I have caused
I fear that my life has been paused

I fear all of life's normalities
I fear the weirdness that it brings
I fear the you walking away from me
That fear pulls on my heart strings

I fear the night as it fills the sky
I fear that if you leave I will die
I fear that everything will come to an end
I fear that you'll only want to be my friend

I fear that love will leave me be
When it was suppose to set me free
I fear that nothing is as it seems
I fear that this is all just a dream

Perfect Liar

Your scheming ways
Haunt me
Your careless eyes
Too blind to see
What you do
Affects my life
Your lying words
Twist like a knife

Can't wait for you to leave
It's time that I break free

I've been burned by the fire
I've been torched by my desire
To hold you close
And never let go
Now I know
You're nothing more than a perfect liar

Let me go
It's time we part
I have to leave
To save my heart
From your abuse
And your power
Once was sweet
Now is sour

Can't wait til you have gone
It's time that I move on

I've been burned by the fire
I've been torched by my desire
To hold you close
And never let go
Now I know
You're nothing more than a perfect liar

The Road And I

Dedicated to a wonderful man who always makes me smile.  His love of cycling and his poetic soul helped inspire this.  To him, I say thank you and I hope you like it.

When I'm on the road
I have no fear of the unknown
Nothing distracts me
When I'm riding alone

It's just me and road
It's just the road and I
The sense of adventure
Never passes me by

Passing the lake
Up over the hill
Just me and my bike
Back on the training drill

Passing the joggers
Their feet pounding the street
They wave at me
Never missing a beat

Just me and my bike
All my worries are gone
As I zoom through town
I've discovered I can go on

It's just me and road
That's something I can't deny
Whenever I'm down I remember
It's always the road and I

No Longer A Child

I'm no longer a child
And you can't treat me this way.
I'm sick of all your lies and bullying tactics.
I am my own person.

I'm no longer a child
And I'm sick of you talking down to me.
I hate that you are snooping into my things
This is my life not yours.

I'm no longer a child
What part of that don't you understand?
I've finally found someone
Who loves me for who I am.

I'm no longer a child
And it angers me that you can't see
That I'm not that little girl
That you use to love.

I'm no longer a child
And it pains me to say this
But if you can't see I'm all grown up
Then maybe I should just leave.

Don't tell me what to do
You don't control me
You have no authority anymore
And I can do what I please.

I'm no longer a child
And I hope you realize it soon
Because I'm through with these games
And I'm sick to death of you.

Blood Wars: A Brother's Redemption: Update

It’s been a busy few months for me but rest assured I am finally back to bring you an update on my Blood Wars: A Brother’s Redemption story.

I must admit, it has been some time since I revisited this idea I posted a long time ago and, after I wrote down pages of notes on the idea, things went a little flat. In between I have written the screenplay for Rei’s amazing story The Roommate and I’ve been posting reviews and articles on my own blog and brilliant UK film site, Filmoria.

Finally, I have an idea of how Blood Wars is set to open. Take a look at the description below and please let me know your thought, your feedback is what keeps me going, thanks!

Firstly, let me divulge my idea for the confirmed plot of the film.

A war between humans and vampires has raged on for years, with a treaty finally agreed between the two, culminating in a confirmed blackout happening each night, where vampires can roam the streets whilst humans stay within the safety of their own homes. Despite this curfew put into action, there are many defiant humans believing they should not be living in fear when the night comes. With danger looming for these select individuals, it is down to Raven and Simeon, vampire hunters, to protect their own kind and restore peace. But with a vampire uprising coming in the form of the evil Nexaddo grouping together a mini revolution against humankind, a routine night of surveillance ends in tragedy when Raven is bitten and turned into a vampire, soon becoming Nexaddo’s sidekick. Simeon, enraged by the loss of his brother to the enemy, groups together with the small gang he and his brother have been working with and aims to seek out a rumored antidote for his brother’s condition. Will he be able to find the solution to turn his brother back to his previous human form or will they collide and war break out once again?

We open the film on a stormy, rain-engulfed night. As the lightning strikes and the rains falls violently, we pan through a series of narrow streets and finally reach what appears to be a secluded industrial park and head towards a domed building. Heading down steps at the side of the building we look through a small circular window to find a scientist working strenuously on a liquid formula. In the laboratory a whiteboard and pinboard are visible behind the scientist, each containing details of DNA strands as well as photos of different parts of the anatomy that appear less than human.

Wiping sweat from his forehead, the scientist slowly works with a number of colored substances, combining them and typing on a computer after each is combined. Filling a number of vials with different concoctions his eyes suddenly light up and he grabs a syringe, taking in part of one substance and carefully dripping it onto a small glass block before sliding it underneath his microscope. Lifting his glasses and taking a deep breath, he looks directly down the scope, clearly looking for a good result. After a moment of viewing, he looks away from it and stares at the DNA information and the formulas written by it. He suddenly thrusts up from his seat and lets out a huge ‘YES!’ and punches the air. Grabbing a mobile phone from his jacket pocket he finds a name in the phone book and starts calling.

“We’ve done it! We’ve got the formula perfected, we have a serum that we can finally confirm as a cure!”

“I know, I’m heading to you now. I’ve memorized it so don’t panic, no-one will know anything about it other than us”

“Don’t worry, I’ve got the car, I will see you in ten minutes.”

Putting the phone back in his pocket, he grabs the vial filled with the antidote and securely inserts a lid into the top, as to avoid any spillage. Placing it in the pocket of his trousers, the scientist clears up any further evidence of his experiment and clears the two boards full of evidence. Wiping off the board-marked formulas and grabbing every piece of evidence hanging on the pinboard, he grabs a lighter from his jacket pocket and proceeds to set them alight, placing them into a waste paper bin. Once destroyed he ensures the fire is put out and heads towards the door of the laboratory, ensuring that it is locked upon exiting. He walks down the dimly lit corridor towards the exit of the building as the thunder claps become louder the close he reaches the final door. Realizing the weather is dreadful, he rapidly shuts the door behind him, locking it with a key and heads toward the car park, already becoming drenched.

With the blackout in effect it is difficult to navigate through the rain and only the brief flashes of lightning reveal the position of the car in the car park. Heading towards the car he suddenly sees a glimpse of a dark figure standing by the driver’s door before another lightning strike reveals nothing. Wary of what he has just seen, he rushes at a quicker pace to the car and finally reaches the door. As he looks set to open the door, a dark figure grabs him from behind and thrusts him across the floor, engulfing him in water. Struggling to regain himself, the scientist looks up to the tall looming figure as the stranger kneels beside him. Another flash of lightning hits to reveal a grin and a pair of sharp fangs poised for the kill. Before he can do anything the stranger plunges the teeth into his neck until the life is sucked out of the scientist. Throwing the white coat off him, the vampire carries the body and places it in the car, eventually driving away. As the camera begins to pull away from the rain soaked car park, we see the coat’s pocket open and the vial still contained within as well as the phone vibrating, showing the name ‘Simeon’.

Cut to black – Blood Wars: A Brother’s Redemption.

Admittedly this is the first draft idea for the opening and will be elaborated on more but I feel it gives a good introduction about a key element of the film.

Your thoughts are greatly appreciated.