His stern words i dread
But i learn how to behave
From the words that he’s said
And his tone that i crave
Continue reading “Scolded (Poem)”
i know that a have some impulses. i’m not proud of them, i even wish i could control them, but it seems all i can do is remember them and how much danger i was in. Continue reading “Impulses”
My road from complete independence to submission.. imagine coasting down a smooth hill on your bike feeling the breeze on a hot day. (Doesn’t that sound nice? Well.. wake up!). i can’t speak about anyone else’s road but mine. i should call it a rollercoaster rather than a road, it twists, it turns to get around obstacles, loops backwards extremely fast and yet moves forward so slow that it needs those loops to build any speed to get anywhere. But maybe you don’t know what i’m talking about.
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i put my collar on for the first time yesterday morning and i had it on all day. Continue reading “It’s Not a Dog Collar (Assignment?)”
i have never liked to be touched. My mother only hugged her boyfriends and my father was absent for 10 years.
Continue reading “An Effect of Touch (Assignment)”
i have problems with authority, i always have. i’ve said this before. i didn’t follow any rules and i didn’t obey anyone, i didn’t care who it was. Yet i was pleasant and agreeable as i secretly did as i pleased. i was considered a teacher’s pet even though i didn’t ever suck up. i showed respect as long as i was left alone to do whatever i liked.
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