Where is the Balance?

when I have to convince myself that maybe you too could have a penny for me a coppery cent to fund my stimulation organization that you'll help me grow keep my vines thriving bearing fruit from our labor oh, I can just taste it now a candied poison berry flavor but I have to hope... Continue Reading →

Journal: Tight Rope

I've been walking a tight rope lately,my arms stretched as far as they'd gointo the winds,challenging my balance...I don't know what keeps this line suspended,tight enough to hold my weight,slack enough to keep me wavering...I do my best not to look down,I've fallen before,rather not have it happen again,but it's tempting...I keep inching, hoping for... Continue Reading →

Trust Issues

what happens when it's all you got leftkeeping you afloat,giving you hopea line to other hearts,a line to be used against you,as a tournicatestrapped across your vital partshow can you bleed?how do you breathe?- B. Brown(stitch art by Andrea Farina)

Pulled Apart

on display sold as is no returns after alterations so you were stuck with me defective, useless for your prerogatives, unaware that I was more than what you wanted I was everything that you needed - B. Brown (Doll Chateau Stacia)

A Little Extra

with everything that I am, with breast that have fed, the marks that snake up and down my tummy and thighs, my blood shot eyes and stiff shoulders and mind, my calloused feet and swollen tear ducts no one wants to admit that I'm more than just a good fuck, that their touch runs deeper... Continue Reading →

Don’t Be An Amateur

I'm an herb that burns slowly,fifty-percent THCnot a teato temper,I toss realities,slow you downso you can see,so you can thinkso you won't be the samewith meand without me,you'll be hurting,so don't take melightly,I have an after effectthat's enlighteningor traumatizingany way you have ityour world will changeprofoundlyif you keepon smoking me- B. Brown(art by Cliff Briggie)

Pull After Pull

she will soak the sleepless night with her praise, as glistening sheets cascade where they may fleeing from folds of limbs, bids that bend, moans and yips that rinse the walls amongst rain scented pillow cases that cup and caress strained faces the moon, she will rush the room push and pull wave and you... Continue Reading →

As Can Be

I caught you staring at me,as if I were a thing of beautyas if these scars didn't maulthe silk of my skinas if you weren't afraidto freeze in the blizzardof my gaze,as if there wasn't bloodsmeared from my chin to my cheekas if my lungs weren't soakedwith the tarof my angstI saw yousee me as... Continue Reading →

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