festering wound

there is a certain relief that comes from crying
let your tears loose and don't feel like dying
you may feel it inside, that darkness seeping in
but don't let it consume you
it'll take you over once again and you'll never be the same
what was gained will be lost again
never to return even if it's called upon
your hurt runs deep, like a knife wound in your heart
all festered and infected
it pusses and bleeds
and just when it's healed
someone of once great importance comes and picks the scab clean
making the clear to bleed


copyright Wolfykitten 6/26/09

The Need To Please

album of the day: 'Results May Vary' Limp Bizkit





an ache so good

burning with need

bruises sore and throbbing

can't help to poke them

bite marks visible and beautiful

the need to kneel so strong

the desire to please Him always there

so bend forward and expose yourself for Him

spread your knees and press your chest down

present your ass for His hand

your pussy for whatever He wants to give

the need to be filled haunting

burning you and making you ache

fingers, cock, or toy

whatever He wants to give you'll willingly take





copyright WolfyKitten 6/22/09

Missing Sir

i love the taste of his kisses
the feel of his touch
i love the comfort of his arms around me
the sense of belonging and protection
when we're cuddling, his hand
resting on my crotch, his head on my chest
i love the look in his eyes when he looks at me
and thinks evil thoughts
the feel of him inside me as he thrusts and retreats
the knowing look in his eyes when i squirm
i love the sound of his voice when he whispers
or growls to me
even the air would stop moving to listen
hearing the rythems of wind carrying his voice
i miss his warmth when he wraps himself around me
i miss being there to do things for him
making him smile and laugh


(copyright WolfyKitten 6/13/09)

The Mind Works In Misterious Ways

Song: 'Indestructable' Disturbed

I've had an odd week, mostly filled with my mind worrying and congering a problem that didn't exsist or even really have the possibility of becoming an issue. The way my mind works, sometimes it turns that 99.999998% unlikely hood into a 98.97% possibility. Over the span of the week I was worrying and pondering about it and the thought wouldn't leave me alone. But as I was standing there waiting for the longest minute of my life not daring to see if there were won strip or two, I came to realize the real reasoning behind all of this worrying and mind-magnifying of this; my subconscious knew my mind needed to think about something else other than the things that were really worrying me and haunting me. It was giving me something else that would consume my thoughts and keep everything else from destroying what little I've gained and raping my heart.

Pissed Off And Confused

songs of today: "Push" Matchbox Twenty, "Always" Saliva, "Coma Black" Marilyn Manson

Ok, I'm sick and fucking tired of everyone making me feel guilty about wanting to be happy and making me feel like shit for the way I'm feeling. I'm sorry I've finally found people who finally make me happy and don't make me feel guilty or like shit. Is that so bad? To want to be happy? I'm tired of people who I love hating me. I just want to belong in a place with a person in their arms without being the butt of everyone's mean comments; without being glared at. But I guess that's everyone's want, now isn't it? So now that I'm beginning to accept that I can and do have to option for that, why don't people want me to be happy? What makes me so different from the next person? I've made mistakes, yes, but then again everyone has and does.

(more later, gotta go for now)

At Fault

Song of the day: "Make Me Believe" Godsmack

If something happens in which you are a slightly major piece on the playing field, does that make you at fault? Does it make you the one to blame? I've been told not, but I'm not sure I really believe it.... I'm having trouble deciding if it's my fault or the fault of another. Is it really anyone's fault or is it just Fate sticking Her head in and playing the slightly cruel bit, or is it just life? Something we can not change and have no control over? If I'm finally happy at the expense of someone else's pain, is that my fault? If I wasn't here at all would it fix things and undo what has been done for the time being and allow people to patch up wounds and put the chain links back together? I've always wondered about that. I know that makes me sound emo and ridiculous, but it's true....I've always had that question whispering in the back of my mind, haunting my thoughts and raping my dreams of the things I'd much rather see, the night sky or the things I care for most. There are so many things out there that we can not control. Some people think they can control everything. Maybe for a time and maybe over some people but.... we can never truely control someone else's actions or their words or feelings. I probably should have added somewhere in all this that I am a lifestyle switch. Anyways..... What makes someone a bad person? Is it the way they talk and act? Is it their actions? Is it their past and their demons? Is it where they grew up and the type of person they are? Is it what they've learned throughout their life? Or is it what they've done with all that information and teachings? Who they've chosen to become? If that's the case does that make me a bad person? Does it make the world so full of bad people? Or are they good people who've made bad decisions? Who gets to choose whose good and whose bad? What gives any one person the right to say who lives and who dies? Is it really just, or is it something hidden beneath the skin? I think this is enough for now, I have said all I need to for the moment and I think I've bitched enough to last a few days. Have a good day and bye for now.


~Wolf

nothing to say

I need a hug
a comforting touch
it hurts in a spot i can't physically touch
a feel of nothingness conquers the rest