I read extensively, I write abundantly. I am gay, I love vampires and zombies and all nature of ramblings.
I think it's quite apt for me to come back, It's taken a while to get over the crap. Don't know if you've missed me, Not sure if I care. But having no outlet is more than I can bare.
So I haven't been around for a bit, To be honest I've been feeling worse than shit. I've been surrounded by negativities, Keeping busy with mundane activities.
Anyone on tumblr. Iv opened an account and am looking for inspirational people to follow. Of course, opuss was my first port of call..
It's impossible to breath right now. Operations looming, Waiting on decisions from uni, my past creeping up on me in flashes and painting on a fake smile and swagger for the world. Someone save me.
Abused and messed up, yea I know. You think I need you to tell me that though. I'm in control sexually, And I decide what happens to me.
I've donated a fiver to opuss, somehow it doesn't seem quite enough. Everyone who follows me knows it's blatant therapy. Unfortunately until pay day it's all I have.
My posts aren't always happy or funny. (Although sometimes a little sexy) :) I hope that my followers can read the rawness of some of my words and I am very thankful for their patience with me.
It has been brought to my attention that apparently I am Alesha. If anyone else has heard this please do me the good graces of coming to me or Alesha and asking.
Someone write me some zombie goodness.... Please :( Withdrawal is killing me into a non-fictional slump :(.
So I'm gay and can get off on pretty much anything. So. Il crack one out to hetero porn obvs. I have a healthy imagination and play with it often. Just please don't come near me with real penis.
ERECTILE ISSUES GETTING YOU DOWN. BLOCKING YOUR MOJO. Try reading Boo's earlier erotica works for some independent sexy time and maybe some inspiration.
Tears roll down my cheeks, the world I cannot face. The effort it would take is far to great to pull myself from this dark place.
One hundred people in a room, my connection lies with you. Your eyes meet mine, you look away. You know what I've been through. This link with have is a two way street, I can see who you are too.
I felt compelled to move back to the area I grew up, like a salmon or some other home seeking animal. My alopecia kicked back in and I needed familiar turf. But why.
Trapped under the surface, Hands around my neck. Flashbacks of my life seem more like a train wreck. The darker side of life, which most only read.
"Put a rose on my coffin", You looked up and said, "for this life holds no more for me, i am better off dead." The lucid moments, few and far between, The illness has worsened from what I have...
My tales of woe echo onto here in poems, blogs and song, The twenty-six years iv had on this earth have in time dragged so long. Kicked and punched, raped abused; my life has had its downs.
There will be a few unfortunate elements of my past wiggling their way to the forefront in the next couple days. Apologies if it makes people uncomfortable.
Interfering busy-bodies, That's what they say. Making out we have nothing else to do with our day. We trawl through your case notes and see what's to find, All whilst keeping a very open mind.
Iv heard this before so by no means claim it as my own. I am unsure who first said it.
1 small onion 1 swede 1 parsnip 4 carrots 3 large sirloin steaks 1 tin of oxtail soup 2 tbs Gravy granules 2 oxo cubes 3 pints of water.
I promised I would love you forever. Never have I been do tortured by my own words..
@misslittleDHP 's improv challenge... Words: alone, think, tree, wind, bare, tense. The need to be alone encompasses me, While I sit beneath this old oak tree.
The lights dim down, it's sweet this time, Her body slides over, close to mine.
I never do warnings so listen up. The following post is explicit. Sexual content. 18+. Be warned.
Following on from @eddie12309 's trend, how about something that includes the words; Pain Love Passion Crime Blood And... Flesh. Let's get carnal people .
Wandering through the meadow alone, Listening to the melancholy tone. The long grass sways, the flowers dance, Time on my own to be cherished while I still have chance.
Inspired by the genius of @Danish Loui: "What's that?" "It's my lunch" Loui: "Can I have some?" "No" Loui: URGH!!. You licked the lid of the yoghurt!!.
Her: "What am I to do without you!?" Me: ... "Just keep breathing.".
I'm dominating timelines and do not want to upset my dear followers, I have seen a few things that will spur me to rant and vent.
It's easy to blame yourself for a parent leaving. I must have done something, I must be wrong. In truth, the realisation of the matter is that parents are human; some humans are selfish.
You may be able to tell that all is not well in paradise. People take the fucking piss. Selfish bastards..
Open my chest and rip it free, Hold it, in your hands, the life of me. Pull it out and squeeze it tight, Ignore the pleas, the cries of my plight.
I am unseen in your distracted eyes, Whereas in mine, resentment lies. You're nativity echos in my head, While I sit and watch you fawn over her instead. I am still here.
It's like my life is this big bin. My opinions, my emotions etc are all at the bottom under piles and piles of other people's drama, grief, confusion, happiness, upset and stress.
Kiss me hard in the rain as it stings my face. Il pretend I'm not crying if you pretend you still love me..
She sank alone into despair, Her make-up smudged, Grease through her hair. A painted smile she'd learnt to fake, To cover up her poor heart ache.
Gay marriage seems to be the topic these days, Stamping their feet all day long are those gays. Homophobic I seem as I appose the rule, I'm not doing it to seem stubborn or cruel.
I love my children endlessly, Til the ends of time, unconditionally. There's days like this I'd like to rest, My children on the other hand are putting my nerves to the test.
People are proper stressing about others leaving. They will not leave for good ffs. Bang back on with another ID, learn from mistakes made before and crack back on with it.
I'm feeling a tad dry at the moment. Iv got everything going on so expect a few poems regarding stress, gay marriage and Antidisestablishmentarianism which will probably be a nightmare in itself.
'igneous' and an 'oxymoron'. What planet do you think you are stood upon. Do you know the definitions of the words you type. Or do you think extra syllables increase the hype.
Fatality, Mortality, Soon be dead; Vunerability. Depression, Comprehension, Of lifes hard learnt Lesson. Dreamily, Happily, Drift of into Infinity. Unconscious, Malicious, Suicide is Vicious.
Shes a born mother, Great at her post, The one thing I prey for, one thing I want most... Bless her with another child, They won't go without as she is a mother who is surely devout.
Tentatively I walk into the play-ground, Cautious of all of the laughter like sound. The boys playing football and the girls braiding hair, It seems to be I don't belong here nor there.
The only thing that puts me off of opuss is the cliqueness. There is a set group and as much as they'll chat and be pleasant, they very much stick to themselves. I don't think I belong here..
Front n. pl. o·pus·es A creative work Back An app for the gifted #tshirt.
Sat at my dining room table, a fight to find energy, Hoovering needs doing and the dog keeps bothering me.
The skin on skin contact first thing in the morn, When sunlight slips through curtain slits in all that I adorn.
I have to admit I am not a cat lover, But have thrown myself into this writing endeavour. As much as I can't stand the furry things, When this app meows, I admit my heart sings.
I do not put age warnings on any of my opuss', this is because I feel it is a parents job to monitor a child's activities, not mine.
There is no need for you to be paranoid my dear, I'm always watching you :).
EMERGENCY NEWS BROADCAST. 10/10/2085 The BBC are for the first time, collaborating with CNN, to let the UK and US know of a new found disease.
The world around her seemed to swim and her head contained a storm, How could she of fell victim again, her psyche had undergone reform.
My friend is also my enemy, Sticking around for a while; then exchanging me. Running away with 'A' is not cool, Especially as it leaves me open to ridicule. I'm left cold without you and get stared...
There are things I notice in life, The faithful husband and the wandering wife. The woman who escapes all of her woes, Wrapped up in the arms of another mans prose.
The world seems so colourless, I'm numb feel no pain, Stumbling around this deserted town, Life, I do feign. Darkness surrounds me, I acknowledge no-one, I scream to myself wishing this hadn't begun.
So iv been getting a lot of stick, For writing things that make others feel thick. So here's a poem that they can relate to, Not that I'm aiming this at any of the opuss crew.
You're in a shop; you're a customer. You buy something; you're a consumer. You drive; You're a motorist. Etc etc. When do you actually get labelled as just you?.
The world is the problem, They all have an issue, God forbid that you could see, the problem may be you.
It pains me often to look and see, Others with no originality. Copy and pasting all they have, While others put in really hard graft.
I write about some random stuff and although I vent about my past, there is a fact and fiction separation so here's the real and here's the fake; I do not have HIV. I was abused as a child.
DO NOT READ WITHOUT A TWISTED SENSE OF HUMOUR. Waking at ungodly hours, Everything in the house is still, Nothing did a'wake me, Truth me told I'm really Ill.
There'th thith girl I really fanthy, Her name ith Thelly Peacth. I haven't the guth to talk to her, I'm worried bout my thpeecth.
To be a free thinker you have to expect A little resistance toward what you profess. Narrow and uneducated minds, Club together to wrap your words up in binds.
Dear sir, I am writing just to clarify and clear up some points you keep, As it seems although you are quite far from needing sweeping off your feet.
Words unspoken, Clothes a'cast, Skin on skin, But not too fast. Slow and steady, Kisses placed deliberately, We stop and pause momentarily.
Her head flew back, her hands went out and Her senses did go wild, On that famous day when Athena's temple was defiled. A random Grecian outburst, there will be more refined ones.
Rank 160 and simply for my random ramblings and venting my past. It's more therapy for me if I'm honest.
She lay upon her bed, curled in a tight ball. Screwed up paper all around her. The pen felt like an extension of her hand, the words ready to flow but not appearing in any coherent order.
I have severe writing block so I'm writing this ditty to give my system a shock. Opuss has become a place to outlet, A place to voice my anger, my thoughts and regrets.
Dyke is apparently a nasty saying, People will shout it at girls tomboyish looking. They think they're being so offensive, When really they're just being obtrusive.
Do not call me Poor Hayley. Iv had enough of being Poor Hayley. They chatter and whisper behind my back saying, "There goes Poor Hayley".
The final team has been picked, Though there is no Ferdinand. The prize has been shined and Winning it, oh that would be grand. Ruddy's gonna keep them out, Welbeck will only run about.
Burnt skin in the bath, What can I say. It's not a laugh. Get in, red bits, Wait a min. Are those MY tits!. White patches avoided the sun, But my breasts are as white as my bubble clad bum.
Two little girls played quite differently, As one was quiet, reserved, The other balshy. The bruises were hidden under jumpers pulled down, While the girls looked at each other with disgusted frowns.
Pert and pretty a sight to be seen, With my new hard earnt boobs I felt like a queen. It may not seem much to the naturally blessed, But I wasn't too happy with my child eaten chest.
My 'make up sex' opuss may have been a little much, I don't know how far is too far for opuss. Where is the line between erotica and porn. On the erotica note, surely kids can't see that.
The depths of my passionate cavern are ablaze with spasming cramp as she was not as gentle as usual. Her bite marks raised and puffy, the outward evidence of our angry lust.
I often wonder how it would be, If I was born a great oak tree, Stood tall and proud all on my own, Once just a seed nature had sown. Witness to all manner of things.
The morning was breaking as Hayley woke up, stumbling bleary eyed towards the bathroom. Echoes of loud voices boomed through her head.
I see the confusion on her face as I direct her through the narrow country lanes.
She may be annoying. She may be bossy. She may not be the biggest one in the toolbox. But guess what. I love her, Just like she is. And can nothing change that.
Is your sum of numbered rankings Based on lots of little thankings. The understanding is not there, I fear this may be a software error. I got bored with rhyming..
Opuss, you confuse my little brain, As I sit trying to fathom your logic again. A girl with no posts no likes no friends, Ranks higher than me and all I send.
I do believe we were screwed from the start and that we live in a very patriarchal society. I do believe we are seen as lesser in many cultures.
It's strange how you get introduced to opuss, at first it was a great idea, somewhere to write fiction or express minor feelings or memories.
Why am I different. Why did you pick me. Why did you take my hope, faith and virginity. was it my fault. Was it meant to be. Did I do something wrong. Someone please tell me.
I felt helpless as you poked and prodded my undeveloped flesh, caged and frozen in my own disbelief. You, YOU. who is meek and crippled now, who is old and frail, you reduced me to nothing.
You've always done the best for me, you knew just what to do. To save my future you walked away, to stop me being just like you..
When looking at lesbian culture I have established that there is an amazing undercurrent of judgmental views and opinions, yet 'we' as a whole, do not like to be judged.
Some days are good and some are bad. This is what I have come to understand. Today is a bad day, where my mind is rapped with things a'past. It's my day, I will make it good.
There's much to say for those abused, How they make way through life after being used. The strongest survivors some would say, I know my life changed that first fateful day.
There was an old dyke from LeMist, Who learnt to give herself the fist. She said with a grin, "It was fun getting it in" As she lubed up to slip past the wrist!!.
It Fills and flows and floods your mind with anger angst and hate, When deep inside i know its just love that's come too late.
I walked through the central pathway looking left and right at the shop names, I saw it, "Pulse", this was it. Before walking in I saw her, stood, back to me, in the doorway.
I love the way she puts her nails on my back, I love the way she pulls down to scratch. She loves the way I throw her to the wall, She moans when I pick her up, Just let her fall.
To you I softly whisper as you sleep. I touch your breath as it fills the air. I place my soft lips on your lips. Just to let you know I am there. Through your hair I run my fingers.
She seems so cute, sitting there with her cock out, strawberry lube in one hand while she pets and strokes her latex prick with the other.
As I lay entangled in her legs, both of us gleaming that post coital glow, I smile a cheshire smile. Pyjama bottoms hang lifelessly from her foot.