Climbing the walls ’til my nailbeds bleed

Words on your tongue, only built to deceive.

No energy left to go blow for blow

Secrets exposed, with nowhere to go

No reason to fear, I won’t call your bluff

I truly do think that I’ve had enough

Sorrow coursing steadily through all of my veins

Refusing to let emotion take over the reins

Whatever the outcome I’ll shall rest assured

Being played by you has been fucking absurd

You wormed your way in with pizzaz and a smile

A wolf in sheep’s clothing, well disguised all the while

Always setting your mark and you making your moves

Not giving one fuck about who you lose

Gave you all that I had, but it wasn’t enough

What will you do now that I know all of your stuff

Lies upon lies, hurt swells, then subsides

Lips pursed tight, no one more the wise

Rest that worried mind, your secrets I will keep

Question is though, how did I get in so deep

Searing agony inside, but my feelings I stuff

Realizing that I will never be enough

I kept it so real through thick and through thin

Despite all my pain throbbing deep from within

I wish you no harm, want to see you succeed

I believe in your mission, your hopes and your dreams

No one with a conscience could do what you do

But remember in time, karma always comes due

Everything now, so thoroughly clear

Try all you want, but you can’t be sincere

A suffering soul, projecting self hate

Immeasurable pain, no one else can translate

Let business be business and peasure be pleasure

Giving you support through joint endeavors

No longer will I be your pawn

Should I or shouldn’t I make you gone

We Grew Up in a Fucking Magical Place

So recently Woodstock has suffered a tremendous loss. Just seeing the outpouring of love and togetherness that I also used to experience in Woodstock growing up is really truly a beautiful thing.  I have seen people pop up that I haven’t heard from in years I took a drive to Cooper Lake today while blasting Blind Faith’s “Can’t find my way home,” and I realized the root of some of my sadness is that I’m constantly trying to recreate isn’t necessarily connected to one soul, but a time, an era and everything that came with it. Our lives were tremendously care free, feel good and “live you life times.”  A time when we all took care of each other, when life was much more simple.  Although I was not ever super close to Matt Robb, we were friends and I definitely recall many days in the band room or orchestra room as I was a violin geek (still am), and at rehearsals and gigs for the band. Amy Flint and Purdey T Darrow were always around Jenn Sirico was usually somewhere… One time you guys played at a party on Sawkill for Oblivion Grin. I had special birthday cake, woke up in the yard the next day. I once smoked a lucky charm out of a homemade bong. I rocked a “Mama Said Knock You Out” ring and drove my first car, the ganjamobile.  We were all just feeling good and being ALIVE and even at 44 years old, I have so many to thank for those times and they are the best memories of my life, so young, so wild and so carefree.
Crazy how we couldn’t wait to grow up, not realizing that at the time that it didn’t get better than it was. Crazy times. But that’s what I think we’re maybe missing in out hearts these days and although I am beyond sad about Matt, I see a lot of people reliving some pretty tremendous memories.  I see unity. I see names popping up from long ago and all of this has sent my brain into memory lane overdrive.  I absolutely adore reading everyone’s memories as I know I’m not the only one that feels the way I do. I feel right at home, like I am. I can feel the love flowing, and it’s a beautiful thing.  I snapped this at Cooper Lake today while reading everyone’s posts, and thinking about Matt, and all of my Onteoran family, reminiscing. It was drizzling when I arrived and then the sun slowly started creeping out into the magnificent sky from behind the clouds and just being there, I felt so much love and such a sense of belonging.  I’d like to think that the sun was Matt peeking out and saying hello to all of us. Like I told Purdey earlier, “we grew up in such a magical fucking place man.” Every morning from now on, I will spend a few moments each day being grateful for the memories and the ones who helped to make them. I will think of memories and bask in their joy. If I see any of you instead of acting shy and not recognizing you because it might be awkward and I have anxiety, I will say hello and highly encourage everyone to do the same with me and each other! Just love each other. We will mourn together and we will heal together. Sending so much love out to everyone!
PS: I started to tag just a few people, but it’s by no means a complete list. Love you guys.



Pom poms hurling toward the sky

Never let them see you cry

Pause so slightly, wonder why

All your dreams forsaken


 Sideline cheers, inducing fears

Eternal waits, a thousand years

Wheels in motion, grinding gears

All your love’s been taken

black_zodiac__the_bound_woman_by_astrozerk04-d318w9w Died this death a thousand times

Within the confines of the mind

Expectations no different this time

A soulless shell, forgotten

zombie_cheerleader_idea_by_steevinlove-d2ym0jc Numbing til the pain subsides

Smiles provide a place to hide

Easier to give up than try

 Silent, Screaming, Retreating

padded_cell_by_mr_book_faced-d5ffglq  Hope appears too distant

And all is far but well

Climb inside the shell to hide

 My very own private hell

At My Mercy

Erotica with a twist, by Scarlet


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It is time

You lay powerless before me

Fate in my hands

Gathering my supplies

You surrender to me

I place you on the rack


There is no escape

Wasting no time

I ram my fingers within you

My appendages firmly gripping your neck

Ignoring all protests

I dry out your ass


Disregard for your pleasure

I massage with ferocity as you clench

Resistance is futile

I discover its tightness

Lubrication necessitated

Fingering your bottom with slick oil

Ensuring no spot left untouched


I callously discard your insides

The agony unbearable

Laughing at your distress

I slather your skin with grease

I then focus my energy on your cavern

Lifting you in taut grasp

I drain you fully


Soon after, infusing your viscera

I gather some rope

Confine your limbs together

Securely, so tightly

This will leave marks

My luscious lips turn upwards as I recognize…

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 Trembling appendages

Suspended in time

Lowered ceilings

Not everything is fine


Trapped like an animal

Stalkers closing in

Python grasp

 Clutching at my skin


Laborious breaths

All I can muster

Tarnished finish

Long devoid of luster


Gnawing at my flesh

Desperate to escape

Serenity not found

With demise my soul’s fate


Chewed up, spat out

Cut down to size

Abysmal terror

Struggling to rise


Sense of urgency

No one hears my cries

Fuck mendacity

Attempts to mesmerize


Putrid scent of gasoline

Engines at full rev

 Beats accelerating

Predilection to be fed

Read Delectable Agony

No longer inside,

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