dasha

Female Dominant, 22

Male Submissive, 27, palm beach garden, Florida

Female Submissive, 40, Shiloh, Illinois

What should be Does not go without saying What cannot be said . . .  Should be written The part leads to the whole Which yields the part Knowing what it?s like Is our knowledge ? non-absolute There must be resemblance To relate The poem is of things coming Which need to be fetched

Ce qui a lieu d?être Ne va pas sans dire Ce qu?on ne peut pas dire . . . Il faut l?écrire La partie donne sur le tout Qui donne la partie Savoir à quoi ça ressemble C?est notre savoir ? non absolu Il faut de la semblance Pour faire de la contiguïté Le poème est des choses prochaines Qu?il faut aller chercher

Nous ne nous en sortirons jamais C?est ce que je nous souhaite mais Pratiquer une issue de secours Pour s?en tirer sans s?en sortir Si tout a toujours échoué ?Ne pas croire à la prison comme destin scellé Croire à une possibilité de libération Qui n?aurait pas de sens Si nous n?étions pas (comme) des prisonniers?

my mother died ........../.......... in a dream last night ........../.......... and my waking up ........../............ crying ......../....... reminded me ......../.......... of my crying when ........./.......... one morning holiday ......../........ my balloon slipped through my fingers ............/............ and i watched it ........./......... rise ........../......... into the sky ............./......... Do i sound old?

Don?t worry about me, I can exist in my words But what about those who have no words

Its night again The walls start to breathe And dusty blackness rises from the floorboards Between the fingers and under the nostrils When I search for my family's faces, And soft hands; When I shout into boxes shut tight, When The echo does not come back; When I raise my hands, And a shadow doesn?t fall; When No one knocks on my bedroom door, And no one passes under the window; When I don?t hear the sound of the wind out in the lemon tree, Or my parents in adjacent rooms; When I rush to desks and drawers And find no pictures of my family; When I look for a knife Some rope Or a stone And find nothing except the plaster on the wall Cracking in absolute silence; I search for my name And do not remember it; When All this happens At night In a box shut tight What do I do?

Again the deathly silence It is coming for me Like the swan with a silver ring in its throat My heart is a fountain Waiting for a bird

tonight it's deathly still, only nightingales should ever touch such porcelain frail silence. i'm afraid i'll cry out as if dreaming, but deafness clutches my throat, and suddenly everything is loud - i can hear the blood beating in my ear, and my cotton shirt rubbing against my neck, and a sound coming from next door, a faint clear metallic tone - but perhaps i am imagining - like a golden ring falling into a silver basin.

j'ai ? ?a ferme...... A rowan like a lipsticked girl Between the by-road and the main road Alder trees at a wet and dripping distance Stand off among the rushes Once-tame horses bristle and chomp Their sweat fogging up the grass Smells of dew and wild figs Still mashed against their lips While somewhere by the mulberries Circus turtles bathe In milky dam-water

Coming home late I sit on the bus by the window, beside a woman who smells like falling rain. She talks quietly.

We are praying for you Lariushka wherever you are.... If instead of being hanged by the neck `````````you're thrown inside `````````for not giving up hope in the world, your country, your people, `````````if you do ten or fifteen years `````````apart from the time you have left, you won't say, ````````````````"Better I had swung from the end of a rope ````````````````````````like a flag" - You'll put your foot down and live. It may not be a pleasure exactly, but it's your solemn duty `````````to live one more day `````````````````to spite the enemy. Part of you may live alone inside, `````````like a tone at the bottom of a well. But the other part `````````must be so caught up `````````in the flurry of the world `````````that you shiver there inside `````````when outside, at forty days' distance, a leaf moves. To wait for letters inside, to sing sad songs, or to lie awake all night staring at the ceiling ````````````````is sweet but dangerous. Look at your face from shave to shave, forget your age, watch out for lice ````````````````and for spring nights, `````````and always remember `````````to eat every last piece of bread- also, don't forget to laugh heartily. And who knows, the woman you love may stop loving you. Don't say it's no big thing: it's like the snapping of a green branch ````````````````to the man inside. To think of roses and gardens inside is bad, to think of seas and mountains is good. Read and write without rest, and I also advise weaving and making mirrors. I mean, it's not that you can't pass ````````ten or fifteen years inside ````````````````and more - ````````you can, ````````as long as the jewel ````````on the left side of your chest doesn't lose it's luster! Nazim Hikmet Krasnodar's Pervomaysky procurator has Schiptsova's blood on his hands.

N'?is pas. Je suis triste, et je voudrais m'?indre. Les beaux ?s sans toi, c'est la nuit sans flambeau. J'ai referm?es bras qui ne peuvent t'atteindre, Et frapper ?on coeur, c'est frapper au tombeau. N'?is pas! N'?is pas. N'apprenons qu'?ourir ?ous-m?s. Ne demande qu'?ieu . . . qu'?oi, si je t'aimais! Au fond de ton absence ?uter que tu m'aimes, C'est entendre le ciel sans y monter jamais. N'?is pas! N'?is pas. Je te crains; j'ai peur de ma m?ire; Elle a gard?a voix qui m'appelle souvent. Ne montre pas l'eau vive ?ui ne peut la boire. Une ch? ?iture est un portrait vivant. N'?is pas! N'?is pas ces doux mots que je n'ose plus lire: Il semble que ta voix les r?nd sur mon coeur; Que je les vois br??ravers ton sourire; Il semble qu'un baiser les empreint sur mon coeur. N'?is pas!

La lampe ?inte est-elle plus l?re?

I think i would like to push my bed into a river, fish-temperature and translucent like trout jelly, poured out... Gently rocking in her arms she could whisper unheard secrets, and i could sleep for years like a snail I used to be a morning person, why have I changed?

The very saddest moment was the moment of goodbye I knew I had just let him go without a decent try He wore me while I shimmered and discarded me at last He wore me out with overuse and then our times were past And the very saddest story is to say it might have been And if we never try at all we never have to win The losing is much easier, it's only fear and pain If I win once it only means I have to win again KM

Why did the pervert cross the road? Cause his dick was still stuck in the chicken :-)

Au calme clair de lune triste et beau, Qui fait r?r les oiseaux dans les arbres The calm, pale moonlight, whose sad beauty, beaming, Sets the birds softly dreaming in the trees, unripe pears lime green mint still wet ch?e rubbed with charcoal olio di oliva sabina sea salt crushed between my fingers oh and turkish bread steaming gnocchi burnt sage shaving a black truffle ricotta so moist honey from chestnut pollen unbleached flour underneath a bay leaf voila sweet ancient roman cheese cake merlot simmering cinnamon poor duck

Traduciendo pablo est?l ingl?como hervendo una uva, pero aqu?a....Tonight I can write the saddest lines...'The night is shattered, and the blue stars shiver in the distance.'The night wind revolves in the sky and sings...And the verse falls to the snow like dew to the pasture. The same night whitening the same trees... In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.

Y el verso cae al alma como al pasto el roc? La misma noche que hace blanquear los mismos arboles. Puedo escribir los versos m?tristes esta noche. Escribir, por ejemplo : 'La noche est?strellada, y tiritan, azules, los astros, a lo lejos'. El viento de la noche gira en el cielo y canta. Puedo escribir los versos m?tristes esta noche. Oir la noche immensa, m?inmensa sin ella. Eso es todo. A lo lejos alguien canta. A lo lejos.

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Kim jestem, wieszczem, litera, powietrzem nie wie nikt Czym jestem, nadzieja, miloscia nieszczera nie wie nikt Czy spiewam, czy tancze umieram, czy walcze nade mna dym Zn?palam sie w popi?Rozsypie sie wok?By wszedzie byc Kim jestem poeta, oszczerca, esteta nie wie nikt Zn?ije o zmroku, by dodac uroku mej pieknej krwi Na stole kankana zatancze pijana i bedzie ci wstyd Ze z taka kobieta zbyt prosta niestety Przyszlo ci zyc

Vivre est une chute horizontale

My puter is teasing me...why cant i get normal error messages. Yesterday it worked. Today it is not working. Windows is like that A file that big? It might be very useful But now it is gone Windows XP crashed I am the Blue Screen of Death No one hears your screams

Its wet today, leaves cling to the rain and silkworms droop on mulberries Spider why are you, crying? your tears are so small strung on silver thread I step in a stream, but the water has moved on now my sock squishes

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