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What about?

I had originally planned to post this as an alternative Valentines post.

I decided against it.


I want to talk about what happens when love goes wrong.
When your heart is broken in 2000 bittersweet pieces every one with thousands and thousands of tiny razor sharp edges.
Each one so sharp it will cut your very entity in two and laugh in your face as your soul spills out on to the floor.
Torn and wasted.
And every single black surface watching and laughing at you as you try to scoop up what’s left of the life and love you once knew. 
As you cut your fingers to ribbons on your own heart!

So what about that?

Well it’s shit.

Am I wrong?

After the pain of something as powerful as that, how does someone come back?
How do they stop the pain and ache and feeling of absolute despair?

One day at a time.

That’s how.

One slow and painful day at a time.
Each day a shard slowly joins back to another. Held in what feels like eternal slow motion.

Your mind and body cries out to your heart!



And…it’s hard.

So painful.

As if it will never go away.

It’s a difficult thing to grasp for someone who hasn’t felt this pain.

Someone who has never felt the heartbreak of the one they love saying…”I just don’t love you any more.”

Like a knife through your heart.

Like I said.

It’s shit.

It’s no way to feel.

Who needs that?

You, me?


Nobody should ever feel that.

So how do we fix this pain?

This slow return…this epic journey of rediscovery.

We smile.

We get on with it.

We let our friends and loved ones see the sparkle in our eyes.

And then.

Only then!

Do we grin in the face of despair and pain and say…”Kiss my Ass!”

And then.

When the sun shines bright, a breeze rolls over us and our favourite song fills the air…then will you understand how it feels to love again.

Then you will be ready to open your heart to another.

To love.

To give.

To live.

Darwin Blake.

The Almost Famous Author.

The Flesh.

The flesh is mine, I’ll take at will.
Bite down hard, upon that lip.
Feel you clench against my touch.
And scream aloud as I take hold.
Will me on to please your flesh.
Drag my fingers cross the crease.
Dip myself in to your soul.
And bring delight deeply so.
Grind myself along your skin.
Wanting to be within.
Desperate to hear the words.
That cause that grasping.
Of your curves.
Hands and mouth and sceptre hard.
Flesh of mine is what I’ll use.
Fill your night with stars and lust.
Feel you grip me as I thrust.
Now my flesh is tightly held.
In your grasp of nail and mouth.
Back is dug and scarred by love.
Tounges as one and mouths linked so.
Legs so tight around my waist.
Oh my god, the tables turned.
Cannot think as my world turns.
Flash of light behind my eyes.
And that noise I long to hear.
Flesh is sated til next time.
Already love?
Is it time?
Oh flesh of mine…


Temping as it may well seem.
Our lives revolve around this dream.
They dance along to the beat.
Of lashes long and wicked tongues.
I can not help myself, you see?
For all these things, they do tempt me.
They drive wild and spur me on.
Good and bad.
Right and wrong.
They keep me guessing all day long.
And at night, shall I go on?
Those eyes they tempt me even more.
When you stand beside the door.
As you lean and rest your head.
On the glossy painted frame.
And as for frames, I have no words.
For yours is simply put, superb.
Shaped as if the God’s had, a Goddess sculpting class.
I see it now, clay does fly as Cupid goes for gold.
But the winner is Venus, she made you so serene.
Perfect skin and shaped with care.
That rear it drives me wild.
That thing you do, yes when you wink.
It sets me off in ways unknown.
I could go on for hours and hours.
Of how you tempt me so.
But I’ll stop and come to show.
How tempting dreams can be…