bratty princess's blog: "poems"

Just ONE Delicious Sweep Across THE Skin.

Press Hard Enough OK..
Just Hard Enough TO Cause THE Beautiful RED TO Flow..
THE Flowing SEA That Calms YOU..
DON'T GO TOO Deep NOW..
DON'T LET Them Catch YOU Either..
THE Longer YOU CAN Leave IT, THE Better..

Drag..
BIT Harder..
NO..
That WAS Just A RED Mark.
BIT More..
Yikes..
That WAS A BIT Brave..

OK ONE More..
DON'T GO Crazy NOW..

There WE GO..

Lovely..

Everything..
Will..
BE..
Okay..

Calm..
Calm..
CA­LM..

They WON'T Find OUT..

...

DON'T Leave Traces..
Clean IT..
Bathroom..
Yeah..

Disinfect..
Heated Water AND Tissue..
Shh..
Stop flowing..

All done..

It won't sting too badly in the morning..

An empty room, an empty girl. Sitting silent on the floor. Her sleeve rolled up, exposing skin. She drags the blade and presses in.

The pain it brings cannot compare. To the joy she knows will soon be there. It’s worth the scars that never heal.

For just a moment not to feel. Just a cut, Just a scratch. “Whats that mark?” “It was the cat.” Just an excuse.

Just a lie, “Whats with all the bracelets?” “Just fashion, why?” Just a tear. Just a scream. “Why were you crying?”

“Just a bad dream.” But is not just a cut, Or tear, or a lie. It’s always “just one more.” Until you die.

Scars on your soul. Scars on your skin. Some on the outside. Some are within. Some have a story.

Some are unwritten. Some you can see, But most are quite hidden. Hush little baby, Don’t you cry.

Don’t cut your arms. Don’t say goodbye. Put down the razor, Put down the knife. It may be hard,

But you will win this fight. From darker clouds, And blackened skies, Through deeper scars,

And all your lies. She cried. She wanted to die. “I am fine”

She lied…

My Gentle Master

Here is my oath to You.

I shall always be faithful, never to stray.
I shall aways be trustworthy and honest.
I shall always be patient.
I shall always be able to communicate my feelings
with you.
I shall always learn from my mistakes with you.
I shall always need you to continue to grow on
all levels.
I shall always continue to feel safe.
I shall always continue to need your approval.
I shall always need your love and protection.
I shall always need you to stand by my side.


I shall always continue to love, honor and obey you.
I shall always be proud to be in your ownership.

This is my creed to You Sir.

Yes I am a brat ,but I am my sirs brat.

Sir says i can be very stubborn and often diobey.

But still my sir he says he loves me any way .

I often do things i shouldn't do ,and say things that a lady should never say.

But still my sir says he loves me any way.

Sir says i am often defiant and punishment is a must.

But still my sir says he loves me any way.

As I lay across his knee without hesitation he looks into my eyes .

I whisper softly so only he can hear "I know you still love me any way