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I'm an extremely dominant aggressive male currently residing in the Richmond, VA area. I'm very real, down to earth, and very serious about this side which makes up a large part of my being. I am in control of all areas of my life including employment, financial, mental, emotional and physical. How can you control someone else if you cannot control yourself?

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5/2/2011 7:03:56 PM

There are two movies you always hear about in S&M circles: The Night Porter and The Story of O. I got them both online and must say they were a good watch. I have to suggest them to anyone who hasn't seen them.


http://www.ioffer.com/i/209858698


http://www.ioffer.com/i/209858900




2/17/2011 9:28:15 PM

There are no real slaves on CM or int he BDSM community at large. Like a Comicon convention, people dress up and pretend to be characters, but that really isn't Han Solo walking by. Such is the same with CM. That smoking hot 18 yr old blonde slave with n o limits... is actually a 56 yr old gay man bear jerking off to the fact some idiot believes he is the aforementioned slave.


2/17/2011 6:33:23 PM

Sometimes you just gotta beat a bitch black and blue until she is unable to move to get the point across.


1/11/2011 8:24:49 PM

I'm not sure who is dumber: the "women" who post pics of known porn stars as themselves, or the men who fall for it on this site.

 


1/10/2011 7:18:56 PM

After years on this site I am never shocked to hear subs/slaves refer to themselves as brats. However, listening to the horror stories of most female sub/slaves on here they have all failed to realize one thing. The "brat" status is also prevalent in the dom/master community. It is often accompanied by an air of arrogance, little to no knowledge of anything truly bdsm related, and pretentious screenames  beginning with Lord, Dom, Sir, such and such. And the moment they are shunned to outrageous demands they make they begin a spate of name calling followed by blocking the receiver so no comments can be received back. The worst part of all this? Sub/slaves seem to be compelled by some unknown force the aforementioned brat doms/masters/lords exude.

 

If only the Spanish Inquisition could be ressurrected and sent to police this website I'm quite sure it may become worth serious consideration as being real.


5/25/2010 5:30:20 PM
Showing a high level of intellect on this site dooms one much in the way showing caring and consideration to a woman.. you become the gay best friend.

So let's cut the hype and dispense with the social masks.

Me: Abusive, aggressive, dominant. I don't need your "gift" of submission. I can just take it.

You: Worthless, domesticated, seeking real man to be used, abused, and kept.

5/22/2010 9:59:53 PM
All good things must come to an end. And the bad ones too. Arrividerci CM world.

5/22/2010 9:23:57 PM
The deeper you are just means more of the knife blade can reach into your back. Shallow obviously is the way to go.

5/19/2010 4:15:14 PM
If you are a prostitute (Pro Domme) in need of a cyber pimp/madame then Dana4455 will help you streamline your clients and financial books.

No word if her plan offers 401ks or medical/dental.

5/19/2010 3:06:15 PM
After the prostitutes on this board (aka Pro Dommes) the second largets demographic seems to be "Dominant" men between 55-65.

I've noticed several similarities in this demographic.

1) Large Hats (possibly covering male pattern baldness)

2) Extreme facial hair ( maybe they moonlight as Santa during the holidays)

3) Obesity

4) Ostentatious Screennames  proclaiming Mastery (of what is unknown, though that must be across the board on this forum.)

Unfortunately, there is no way to cross reference this demographic with the use of  viagra on CM. (For the record, I coined the term "Viagra Dom" so give credit where it's due).

Now a few other observations. Do women really want to serve men old enough to be their fathers and grandfathers or are these poor gentleman fooling themselves?

And secondly, after being on earth for nearly 60 years or more, wouldn't these gentlemen already have found a slave during their prime years?

Once again CM proves itself to be the comedic relief of the BDSM world.

If you liked this post pay tribute, bitches! (Just kidding. I have a job and don't need to hustle people for money on CM like the largest segment of the CM population, "Pro Dommes)

5/19/2010 2:01:41 AM
From Madamesadie's post, a "pro-dome" aka prostitiute: 

You idiots that think its wrong for dommes to take tributes make me sick!! get a grip u pathetic worms,I mean how do u expect ur madame to take care of herself and provide all  the nice toys and equiptment you so enjoy to play with u fools! go and die in a fire! 
 
My reply: 

GET A FUCKING JOB YOU WORTHLESS CUNT!

5/18/2010 5:01:31 PM
There is no such thing as innocence, only degrees of guilt.

5/17/2010 3:57:07 PM
God is an absentee landlord and a dead beat dad.

Hope is the imaginary concept people put faith in because they are living in denial of reality.

5/17/2010 8:40:30 AM
Laugh, and the whole world laughs with you.

Weep, and you weep alone.

5/11/2010 8:01:26 PM
It used to be the freak show only came to town under the cover of darkness once every couple years, and you had to pay money to see each tent.

Thankfully, I no longer have to wait in long lines or pay money to see sideshow freaks. Collarme has provided vast showcases of freak shows for free!

5/10/2010 1:30:02 PM
Shelby the 19 year old neighbor girl came over to have me look at her laptop last night. (I'm in IT by trade).

While fixing it she noticed the "whipping post" I have, which is essentially a 2 x 12 anchored at the ceiling and floor. She thought I was joking when I said I tie people to it and she laughed and asked what it was really for. So I told her again and proceeded to show her the tie-rings at the top and bottom.

She kept pressing the issue for me to tell her the truth so I told her I would show her. She was apprehensive but I told her she wouldn't believe me if didn't.

I did it rather gently as I bound her hands in front of her with the purple nylon cord I keep for such occasions. She started to freak out and I pointed out that there was nothing to be scared of, her mom knew where she was which is right across the street form her house. 

So I told her to relax. I pushed her back gently against it and ran the rope through the loop up top and pulled her arms above her head, stretched tight (she is only about 5'5).  The I turned her to face the wall.

I could feel the fear and apprehension in her breath, ready to put my hand over her mouth if she panicked and screamed for no reason. I gently entangled my hand in her hair and pulled back quickly so her face was staring at the ceiling. She had a sharp intake of air and I could almost hear her heart start racing a 100 miles a second!

I told her not to worry, she was ok, and see, she still had her clothes on! That I pulled the head back to control someone when I wanted to as I smacked their ass with a paddle or crop.

Then I gently put my mouth to her ear and whispered "See, it'snot that bad". I let her hair go and she turned around still tied, and she smiled. She asked what the loop was for at either side to her about 18 inches out.

"That's easy, let me show you". I said. I gently started tying a rope around her knee and then pulled he leg up and to the side and tied it to the loop so she was standing with just one leg.

"This is when I can do several things, If I wanted."  She laughed uncomfortably as I turned my back and went over to my little chest of goodies. I pulled out a large massager with a vibrating ball head.

"What do you think you're going to do with that?"  she said, still gripped by fear and fascination. She bit her bottom lip a little.

I plugged it into the socket and turned it on and started to push it towards her crotch. She started struggling and squirming.

"PLease stop, Im scared. Please stop." she  said quickly, tears starting to well in her eyes.

I grabbed her by the throat with my other hand and pushed her head back into the wall and stared her int he eye. "No, now be a good girl and do what you're told."

A tear came down her face as I still held her by the throat and pushed the massager into her crotch. On a high setting she could still feel it in all the right places. After a minute or so her body eased its tension and she started to enjoy it.

She closed her eyes and started grinding her hips to it best she could, my hand still around her throat. Her mouth opened and she started breathing and moaning through it in short quick breaths, until finally, she started to squirm and quiver uncontrollably and her body went next to limp, all the while I was still holding her throat and the massager to her.

"That's not so bad is it?" I asked lowering the massager and my hand of her throat.
I untied her and she slid gently down the wall and buried her hand in her face.

"I can't believe I did that" she said embarassed but filled with too many endorphins to freak out.  I stood over her a few minutes then she was ready to stand up, I helped her to her feet and gave a little laugh at her when she stumbled.

I finished her laptop as she sat quietly, then she hugged me when she left as she always does. I could tell she felt ashamed, then told her she should come back again sometime and I'd show her more stuff.

"I know you won't tel anyone about this, right?" she said.

"Our little secret, or my little blackmail item. Depends on how you look at it." I smiled. She laughed and but her bottom lip.

It was one of those awkward moments and then she said night and I walked her out.

She went back home and waved at me with a big smile as she left this morning, with a noticeable new spring in her step. I waved and smiled back knowing she was hooked.

The moral of this story: While Collar me is full of fakes and men posing as women, women using BDSM as an excuse to get a relationship, and Nigerian scamers, at least the 19 yr old slut next door is always willing to be tied up!




5/8/2010 1:18:23 PM
When the Devil is too busy
And Death's a bit too much
They call on me by name you see,
For my special touch.
To the Gentlemen I'm Miss Fortune
To the Ladies I'm Sir Prize
But call me by any name
Any way it's all the same

I'm the
fly

in your soup
I'm the pebble in your shoe
I'm the pea beneath your bed
I'm a bump on every head
I'm the peel on which you slip
I'm a pin in every hip
I'm the thorn in your side
Makes you wriggle and writhe

And it's so easy when you're evil
This is the life, you see
The Devil tips his hat to me
I do it all because I'm evil
And I do it all for free
Your tears are all the pay

I'll ever need

While there's children to make sad
While there's candy to be had
while there's pockets left to pick
While there's grannies left to trip down the stairs
I'll be there, I'll be waiting 'round the corner
It's a game. I'm glad I'm in it
'Cause there's one born every minute

And it's so easy when you're evil
This is the life, you see
The Devil tips his hat to me
I do it all because I'm evil
And I do it all for free
Your tears are all the pay I'll ever need

I pledge my allegiance, to all things dark
And I promise on my damned soul
To do as I am told, Lord Beelzebub
Has never seen a soldier quite like me
Not only does his job

, but does it happily.

I'm the fear that keeps you awake
I'm the shadows on the wall
I'm the monsters they become
I'm the nightmare in your skull
I'm a dagger in your back
An extra turn upon the rack
I'm the quivering of your heart
A stabbing pain, a sudden start.

And it's so easy when you're evil
This is the life, you see
The Devil tips his hat to me
I do it all because I'm evil
And I do it all for free
Your tears are all the pay I'll ever need
And I do it all for free
Your tears are all the pay I'll ever need
And I do it all for free
Your tears are all the pay I'll ever need

It gets so lonely being evil
What I'd do to see a smile
Even for a little while
And no one loves you when you're evil
I'm lying through my teeth!
Your tears are all the company I need

5/7/2010 6:15:24 PM
I'm starting to believe that BDSM has become too "vanilla". 

Time for the next level.

5/7/2010 10:18:03 AM
If it isn't the prostitutes (aka ProDommes) on this board then it's the damn Nigerians.

And yes motherfucker! I am the CollarMe police!

5/5/2010 10:29:02 AM
Fear accompanies the possibility of death. Calm shepherds its certainty.

5/4/2010 1:11:47 PM
If only these were the days of Rome! Then one could simply go to the market and buy a slave.

5/1/2010 8:02:47 AM
Father look in my eyes
See me as I really am
You made me
Now take me...

Tell me how it feels now
Behold you flesh has come of age
Forsake me, you break me...
Father!

Strong as I am
There's something about this thing that scares me
Strong as I Am
There's something about this thing that dares me
Strong as I Am
There's something about this thing that haunts me
Strong as I Am
There's something about this thing that taunts me

Mother let me heal you
Your pain has lasted far too long
Release it...it kills you
See me as I feel you
The love you would not share grows tierd of waiting

Strong as I am
There's something about this thing that scares me
Strong as I Am
There's something about this thing that dares me
Strong as I Am
There's something about this thing that haunts me
Strong as I Am
There's something about this thing that taunts me

Will I leave them? I say no.
They ask me, "Will you leave us?"...I say...no.

4/30/2010 9:19:32 PM
I'm practicing for the upcoming water rifle contest at the carnival by pissing in a slave's mouth from three feet away.

Gotta develop perfect aim. That huge stuffed purple walrus will be MINE!!!!

4/30/2010 7:27:51 PM
If one is so fat that when you step on a scale it displays "Ouch, you're hurting me!!!" then one may find better company on a Jenny Craig website, not a BDSM one.

4/30/2010 6:46:38 PM
What is the html code to insert pictures into your journal entries on here??????

4/27/2010 12:10:01 PM
And yet another day of the prostitutes on CM also known as "Pro Dommes"begging for money and gifts.

4/26/2010 5:48:02 PM
Red is the new black. And Collarme is the new match.com because it damn sure isn't a BDSM site.

4/21/2010 9:19:26 PM
Collarme.com is like the pinnochio story. Everyone lies and you just wish there were some real people.

4/20/2010 12:30:38 PM
I've figured out why the "Pro-Dommes" come here. Their fat asses can't compete  with even the lower end skanky prostitutes who can still look good in heels and mini-dresses.

Why is it always the morbidly obese dommes who are so rude at the slightest casual conversation?

Well one thing is for sure, all those chocolate donuts adding the 9-10th chin will help them live off their stored fat when the depression hits. Maybe it's a good economic move?

I'm seriously considering becoming a pro-domme myself. Anyone wanna rub my feet? It'll only cost a small tribute.

4/20/2010 10:02:48 AM
I know there are a few real dommes here, but I've come to realize that the word "Domme" on this site is synonymous with the word "prostitute".

They show you attention in return for "tribute",  "gifts", or whatever else it is they ask for. Do men really fall for this sort of thing?

To all the pro Dommes, maybe you will find better marks on Craigslist or an escort site. Or better yet, grow the fuck up and get a job or get married and get the fuck in the kitchen.

4/19/2010 10:13:03 PM
I've come to realize that absentee fathers have paved an entire subculture in the bdsm community concerning the "daddy/daughter" dynamic. I'd dare say CM would cease to exist if it wasn't for the these absentee fathers fueling this desire in women who grow up without a dad.


4/17/2010 9:41:26 PM
So many people come to this site thinking it's an actual BDSM site.

They would be so much happier if they just realized that Collarme was just a roleplaying game where we people create "characters" much like any multi-player online game! And since it was before the days of games like Second Life, it was just text based!

Sheesh! The nerve of these people to come here looking for anyone real!

4/17/2010 5:37:53 PM
Who would I like to meet? Che Guevara. Then I would like to put two in his chest and one in his head. Since he's long since dead I guess the next stupid commie hollywood indoctrinated college student wearing a Che t-shirt will substitute nicely.

4/17/2010 8:00:47 AM
The two most absurd jokes in the online realm of BDSM are "under consideration" and "under the protection of...".

I'm always at a loss for words when I read these terms. This is what happens to a pure concept of power and control when yuppies take over and water it down to palataple terms they can accept.

4/12/2010 1:05:34 AM

"Don't look don't look" the shadows breathe
Whispering me away from you
"Don't wake at night to watch her sleep
You know that you will always lose
This trembling
Adored
Tousled bird mad girl... "
But every night I burn
But every night I call your name
Every night I burn
Every night I fall again

"Oh don't talk of love" the shadows purr
Murmuring me away from you
"Don't talk of worlds that never were
The end is all that's ever true
There's nothing you can ever say
Nothing you can ever do... "
Still every night I burn
Every night I scream your name
Every night I burn
Every night the dream's the same
Every night I burn
Waiting for my only friend
Every night I burn
Waiting for the world to end

"Just paint your face" the shadows smile
Slipping me away from you
"Oh it doesn't matter how you hide
Find you if we're wanting to
So slide back down and close your eyes
Sleep a while
You must be tired... "
But every night I burn
Every night I call your name
Every night I burn
Every night I fall again
Every night I burn
Scream the animal scream
Every night I burn
Dream the crow black dream

Dream the crow black dream...

4/11/2010 11:03:48 PM
Only two defining forces have ever offered to die for you:

...Jesus Christ and the American G. I.

...One died for your soul; the other for your freedom.

4/11/2010 9:08:57 PM
If you take a life, do you know what you'll give
Odds are, you won't like what it is
When the storm arrives, would you be seen with me
By the merciless eyes I've deceived

I've seen angels fall from blinding heights
But you yourself are nothing so divine
Just next in line

Arm yourself because no-one else here will save you
The odds will betray you
And I will replace you
You can't deny the prize; it may never fulfill you
It longs to kill you
Are you willing to die

The coldest blood runs through my veins
You know my name

If you come inside, things will not be the same
When you return to my night
If you think you've won
You never saw me change
The game that we have been playing

I've seen diamonds cut through harder men
Than you yourself
but if you must pretend
You may meet your end

Arm yourself because no-one else here will save you
The odds will betray you
And I will replace you
You can't deny the prize; it may never fulfill you
It longs to kill you
Are you willing to die

The coldest blood runs through my veins

Try to hide your hand
Forget how to feel
Life is gone with just a spin of the wheel


Arm yourself because no-one else here will save you
The odds will betray you
And I will replace you
You can't deny the prize; it may never fulfill you
It longs to kill you
Are you willing to die

The coldest blood runs through my veins
You know my name

4/10/2010 8:29:26 PM
On darkness.

Temptation you think now is utterly repulsive that you would never indulge in would be easily acceptable with the right person pushing it.  Not only do you accept it, but you embrace it.  And when that temptation is ignited, it becomes beautiful and elegant.

Darkness consumes, and some darkness consumes utterly.

4/8/2010 7:49:26 PM
It holds no surprise to me that CM is like the Society of Creative Anachranisms.  Anyone can simply claim to be a Master, Top, Dom, or a myriad of any other titles simply by saying it in a profile. Much like the SCA, putting Sir or King in front of their names, doesn't actually make it so.

So much silly roleplay. Alas, I do miss the days of this when it was underground and ignored by the yuppy crowd looking for kinky sex.

4/7/2010 1:42:09 PM
"And this, too, shall pass."

The parable of a Chinese emperor to his subjects holds true in all aspects of life. I have found that all things are temporary. Events, people, places. The good, the bad. All things are temporary. Some just last longer than others.

One door closes, and another door opens. Sometimes it opens just enough to slam shut in your face.

4/6/2010 2:30:47 PM
If you're here for friends, do yourself and everyone else a favor. Leave and get a fucking myspace account.

If you're one of those "owned dubs searching for a sister" or a "sub/slave" talking about the wonderful master who owns you: Again, do yourself and everyone else a favor. Stop. We know you're a figment of your "owner's" imagination trying to make himself look desirable by using a fake "sub/slave" profile.

Seriously. Do these grade school psyops work?

4/5/2010 11:12:59 PM
Why do I come here?
Because I know you'll  never come here. You will never read these words, and these words I can never say to you.

When that which is meant to be no longer is, all one can do is what we all do. Lie. To ourselves, to others. We forget the best of times, we forget the worst of times. When those flashes and traces of memories enter my mind.. of your skin, your scent, the coolness of your touch... it brings a small smile to my face. Then in an instant it is gone only to be replaced by the stark reality that it is no more.

Why do I come here?
 Because here I don't have to seek fulfillment. Here I can overshadow the weights of the heart and replace them with resplendent lust, pain and agony.

The cries of the heart are shouted down by the want of flesh.  Bruised, beaten, bonded flesh... the cries of another in the throes of agony to drown out my own sorrow. The screams of pain drowning out my own screams from within. Never filling the emptiness, but for a brief moment quenching it,  replacing my thirst for you with the thirst of something lesser.


Why do I come here?
Because this is a splendid masquerade where others come to wear their masks to keep others form seeing who they truly are. And yet here, among the pretending masses I can only be a shadow of my former self.  It reminds me of what I am. A creature doomed and consumed by wants and vices never allowed to have that which I need.

Why do I come here?
Because here I shall never find you. I shall never have to gaze upon you. I shall never have to read the miraculous words which spring forth from your fingertips flowing from the depths of your soul and into mine and down into my depths.

Why do I come here?
Because I can no longer be with you.


4/5/2010 8:15:19 PM
Your life is the same
day after day
everything that you do
do the same old way

I can show you the world
in a different light
keep your heart to yourself
give your soul to the night


Come to me
when you're lonely
Come to me
when you need something new
Come to me
when you're restless
Cause I've got something just for you
Just for you



You can wait
your whole life
for the sun to rise
when it finally comes up
it's gonna hurt your eyes

I can show you the world
in a different light
Keep your heart to the yourself
give your soul to the night


Come to me
when you're lonely
Come to me
when you need something new
Come to me
when you're restless
Cause I've got something just for you
Just for you
Just for you

4/2/2010 9:35:34 PM
Time,  well that's the problem
'Cause there's no reason for anymore.

And pain yeah that's my savior
And I don't feel him anymore.

Inside I'm cold and naked, I'm going vacant and runaway.

And I'll believe you if you believe me
So now I'm empty.
 I'll sit and wait. I'll sit and wait.

4/1/2010 8:49:37 PM
FUCK ALL!

That pretty much sums it all up.

4/1/2010 6:31:30 PM
Like the blade of a sword I am forged in flames
Fiery hot
Tempered steel fire-bright to the night I take
I fear not
Now compelled by
Something that I cannot see
I go forth
Surrendering to history

Your glory
I swear I'll ride  for thee
Your power
I trust it rides with me
Your servant
I am and ever shall I be

Through a dream
I have a come to an ancient door
Lost in the mist
I have been there a hundred times or more
Pounding my fists
Now inside
The fire of the ancient burns
A boy goes in
Then suddenly a man returns

Your glory
I swear I'll ride  for thee
Your power
I trust it rides with me
Your servant
I am and ever shall I be

I gave my word and gained a key
I gave my heart and I set it free
There's no turning back from this odyssey
Because I feel so alive suddenly
And I wonder
Is this really me

Like the blade of a sword I am forged in flames
Fiery hot
Tempered steel fire-bright to the night I take
I fear not

Now compelled by
Something that I cannot see
I go forth
Surrendering to history

Your glory
I swear I'll ride  for thee
Your power
I trust it rides with me
A servant
I am and ever shall I be

4/1/2010 4:50:01 PM
There's blood in the water and the prey is floundering. The shark starts to circle. Slowly... silently. But there are two sharks and it's only enough for one meal...

3/31/2010 1:34:25 PM
It is of course very easy to spot the fakes and posers on this site. But, what if some of them aren't "fake"?

After seeing some profiles of a master/dom and their subsequent subs/slaves I am left wondering if it is the same person with multiple personalities? Perhaps CM is the site that therapists recommend for those who wish to act out their fantasies in cyberspace?

At any rate, it makes finding those who are real more difficult than drilling for oil on a city street.

3/29/2010 7:00:48 PM
Oh.... glorious it was...
I was walking my dogs in the streets of this sleepy little town.Above, the full moon smiled down to the darkened and silent streets. And then I heard it... as if an angel on high had decreed...
The glorious shriek of pain and agony. Not one of physical pain, but the cries that can only usher forth from someone suffering a soul rending pain that cuts to the core.
The night exploded with her screams... a symphony sweeter than any harp to my keen ears. I followed of course, I simply had to.
And there upon the steps of her front porch with its tiny light lay a girl knees to her chest proclaiming her pain for the world to hear, yet it was a private show and I held the only invitation.
Flanked by her mother and a caring sister I assume, she wailed her pain through tears. No horned nor stringed instrument could marvel that beautiful cry....
 Perhaps it was her first love, or so I gathered, but she was shattered and broken.
And I, by chance or fate, was there to witness her pain and feel the shivers of such pleasure run through my body at hearing this magnificent beast cry. Truly, the word sadist does not truly describe me in the least. I am so much more.

3/28/2010 8:43:15 PM
There goes my old girlfriend, there's another diamond ring
And, uh, all those late night promises I guess they don't mean a thing
So baby, what's the story? Did you find another man?
Is it easy to sleep in the bed that we made?
When you don't look back I guess the feelings start to fade away.
I used to feel your fire
But now it's cold inside
And you're back on the street like you didn't miss a beat, yeah

Chorus:
Tell me what it takes to let you go
Tell me how the pain's supposed to go
Tell me how it is that you can sleep in the night
Without thinking you lost everything that was good in your life to the toss of the dice?
Tell me what it takes to let you go.

Yeah
Girl, before I met you I was F.I.N.E. Fine
but your love made me a prisoner, yeah my heart's been doing time
You spent me up like money, then you hung me out to dry
It was easy to keep all your lies in disguise
Cause you had me in deep with the devil in your eyes

Chorus
Guitar!

Tell me that you're happy that you're on your own Yeah, yeah, yeah
Tell me that it's better when you're all alone
Tell me that your body doesn't miss my touch
Tell me that my lovin' didn't mean that much
Tell me you ain't dyin' when you're cryin' for me

Chorus

Tell me what it takes to let you go
Tell me how the pain's supposed to go
Tell me how it is that you can sleep in the night
Without thinking you lost everything that was good in your life to the toss of the dice?
Tell me who's to blame for thinkin' twice
No no no no 'cause I don't wanna burn in paradise
Ooo Let go, let go, let go,
let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go,
let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go
I don't wanna burn, I don't wanna burn

3/25/2010 11:15:03 AM
Have you heard the news?
Bad things come in twos.
But I never knew
'Bout the little things.

Every single day
Things get in my way.
Someone has to pay
For the little things.

And I'm through with the stories
And I'm sick to my shoes.
And the walking and the talking,
It's got nothing to do with
The final solution.
It's a box full of tricks.
And I'm through with repairs
When there's nothing to fix,
When there's nothing to fix,
When there's nothing to fix,
And it all comes down to you.

Let the headlines wait,
Armies hesitate.
I can deal with fate
But not the little things.

Armageddon may
Arrive anyday.
I can't get away
From the little things.

With a pile of cares
And a bucket of tears,
I could look at the sunlight
And I feel no fear.
With a mountain of maybes
And some Icarus wings,
And I'm armed with delusions
And one little thing,
And that one little thing,
And that one little thing,
And it all comes down to you.

Have you heard the news?
Bad things come in twos.
But I never knew
'Bout the little things.

Every single day
Things get in my way.
Someone has to pay
For the little things.

3/22/2010 6:40:28 PM

There's a silence surrounding me
I can't seem to think straight
I'll sit in the corner
No one can bother me
I think I should speak now ___________ Why won't you talk to me
I can't seem to speak now ____________ You never talk to me
My words won't come out right ________ What are you thinking
I feel like I'm drowning _____________ What are you feeling
I'm feeling weak now _________________ Why won't you talk to me
But I can't show my weakness _________ You never talk to me
I sometimes wonder ___________________ What are you thinking
Where do we go from here _____________ What are you feeling

It doesn't have to be like this
All we need to do is make sure we keep talking

Why won't you talk to me _____________ I feel like I'm drowning
You never talk to me _________________ You know I can't breathe now
What are you thinking ________________ We're going nowhere
What are you feeling _________________ We're going nowhere

Why won't you talk to me
You never talk to me
What are you thinking
Where do we go from here

It doesn't have to be like this
All we need to do is make sure we keep talking

3/20/2010 4:52:24 PM
I can hear what you're thinkin'
All your doubts and fears
And if you look in my eyes in time you'll find,
The reason I'm here

And in time all things shall pass away
In time you may come back someday.
To live once more
Or die once more
But in time your time will be no more

You know your days are numbered
Count 'em one by one
Like notches in the handle of an outlaw's gun
You can outrun the devil if you try
But you will never outrun the hands of time

In time there'll surely come a day
In time all things shall pass away
In time you may come back some say
To live once more
Or die once more
But in time your time will be no more

3/19/2010 9:36:40 AM

Where were you when I was burned and broken
While the days slipped by from my window watching
And where were you when I was hurt and I was helpless
Because the things you say and the things you do surround me
While you were hanging yourself on someone else's words
Dying to believe in what you heard
I was staring straight into the shining sun

Lost in thought and lost in time
While the seeds of life and the seeds of change were planted
Outside the rain fell dark and slow
While I pondered on this dangerous but irresistible pastime

I took a heavenly ride through our silence
I knew the moment had arrived
For killing the past and coming back to life

I took a heavenly ride through our silence
I knew the waiting had begun
And I headed straight..into the shining sun

3/15/2010 7:42:39 PM
Love is pain 


Love is the kiss of a whip, the sting of a cane.
Love is the desire of a madman driven insane.
Love is tears gently washed away by the rain.
Love is the memory of running your hands through your lover's mane.
Love is when you watch the door shut behind her as she abandons you again.
In the end, love is always only one thing.
Love is pain.

Copyright 2004 Mikhaelis

3/15/2010 4:25:39 PM
Sometimes we make ourselves believe the lies because we really don't want to know the truth.


3/15/2010 8:55:18 AM
Is this a blessing, is this a curse?

Does it get any better, can it get any worse?

3/14/2010 8:40:27 PM
"Ye shall know the truth and the truth shall set you free."

That's in the bible and set in stone at the entrance to the CIA HQ at Langley.

Its a fucking lie.

The truth never sets one free. It binds you down with chains of regret, despair, agony
and the thought of what could've been.

Ignorance is bliss. The truth is more devastating than any lie.  Some questions you never want the answers, no matter how much you say you do. And in the end, no matter how well you think you are prepared for the truth, you never really are.

3/14/2010 5:39:40 PM
"I have all the demons of hell in my head! My only salvation is to vent them on paper." -Donatien Alphonse Francois, the Marquise de Sade from the movie Quills.


And all the demons of Hell are in my head. They have replaced the soothing voice of the Princess of Hell which was once mine and has now forsaken me. 

Far too long had I dared to enter the light. Instead, enveloping myself in dark carnal desires. The hunger and thirst of flesh corrupt all spirit.  Ah, the bitter irony that one so dark and with such a pedigree of pure evil would draw me back into the light of which I was born. Daring to become once again that which I was made and created to be. Rising to the heights and ascendency of the heavens!

Only to come crashing back down tattered and torn, my spirit broken and shattered upon the rocks of the very foundation that gave me perfection and harmony-- hope and belief.

The Darke always welcomes you back with loving open arms and embraces you with its velvety cloak only to whisper gently in your ear four magic words that cut into the darkest depths of your  soul-- "I told you so."


And now again, my desires of the flesh vie for control now that the spirit is broken. Men fail. Angels fall. And I who have tread in both worlds am still a slave to my own desires and hungers. For it is far better to inflict pain upon another than to suffer it yourself.

Let me share with you the bitter agony of a tortured soul. Let my rod and weal strike upon your flesh so that you may cry forth the pain which I can not.  May your shrieks, cries, whimpers and tears play a bitter symphony that soothes the beast in me. Cry for me. Suffer for me. And most of all--- pity me.

3/13/2010 5:38:37 PM
What do you do when find that one thing missing in your life? That shining light that dispels the darkness. That missing piece that makes the entire puzzle complete. That last ingredient to the final charm that brings true love and happiness?

The bigger question is what do you do when you lose it again? Heartbreak, no matter how painful, can be dealt with. But how do you deal with a shattered soul?

3/3/2010 5:53:57 PM
Long ago I learned that living in the light
brings you nothing but pain, tears and fright.

Therefore, I find sanctuary in the safe darkness of the night.

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