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My Special Place
My Special Place
Depression fills my mind and sole,
the pain builds and takes it tole.
Seems like there is no escape now,
but then i find it you ask but how?
Through the ropes i feel the inescapable treasure,
that seems to be my only true desire and pleasure.
For to follow the ropes is a place i find myself,
through the pain and glory of pure punishment itself.
It carries me to a place i know all pain will die,
with each stroke i again will soon be able to fly.
On the wings of true passion and lust i will go,
through endorphins that run through me and flow.
i fly so high all emotions and pain renders gone,
and i purr and i moan as if singing a love song.
For i reach my special place in my troubled mind,
that makes all problems disappear and impossible to find.
A place of serenity peace full of love and contentment,
where i feel no hate mental pain or others condemnment.
A place that most people would truly fear and run from,
for they have no idea why only it is here i must come.
They don't feel the pain and sorrow i feel each day,
a pain so deep that even words can not describe or say.
But without the pain i go through to find my special place,
Each second each moment each hour each day i could not face.
Through my Master strong skillful loving hands and cane,
i will live my life the way i do so i will never go insane.
For without subspace i will not last one more day or mend,
as it is the one place i go so i will never face the end.
hugs
snow
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wonderful, so moving, I really felt as though we were speaking one to one and that you were allowing me to see inside you snow, great piece of writing, very emotional.
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Wonderful stuff, kitten. I hope everything is ok, I'm starting to worry.
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Snowflake
As i sit here, reading another one of your poems, the urge to say that your words touch my heart. I feel honored to have read more than one of your poems, and hope to see more of them.
hugs you
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what lovely words lass, to describe both the troublesome point o' no' being fulfilled, and the sheer joy that comes when one finds the harmony in finally finding that missing path.
i look forward to more from ye
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*soft sigh* i love reading your work sis. Beautifully done. *huge huggles*
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