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13 entries this month
New Game20:18 Jun 16 2026
Times Read: 2
Star Wars zero company Looks like it will be badassy ..
03:09 Jun 16 2026
Times Read: 41
Unbreakable Chain
In the cradle of flames where sorrow first wept,
Two souls ignited, a tempest unkept.
WickedTemptations, wild as the night,
Met TheDeciver in shadows of light.
Best friend and best enemy, thorns in the rose,
Shattered hearts calling where no other knows.
Torn by the tempests, battered by war,
Tested in fire that hungered for more.
The shadow of death danced close at their side,
An emotional ocean, a furious tide—
Waves black and angry, swallowing whole,
Threatening to drown every vow, every soul.
Yet steel met in chaos, edges aligned,
Reforming from shards that the battles resigned.
No chain could be broken, no link forged in vain;
Each fracture a hammer, each scar a new vein.
Born in the sorrow, baptized in the blaze,
They rose from the wreckage, defying the haze.
A love past all naming, beyond mortal art—
Two shattered infinities, one beating heart.
Through every abyss, every storm’s cruel roar,
The bond held eternal, forever restored.
WickedTemptations and TheDeciver, entwined,
An unbreakable chain, in darkness refined.
This love is the phoenix that laughs at the pyre,
The quiet defiance that outlives the fire.
Not fragile nor fleeting, but ancient and true—
A war they both won, forever as two.
Shadow Within01:41 Jun 15 2026
Times Read: 137
My Lyrics Sang Beautifully by MrBlack
Let's be clear10:19 Jun 14 2026
Times Read: 186
I am well aware what my TheDeciver is whom he is and what he's about . Don't drop in my journal and drop your foolish remarks.
If you have an issue with MY Poetry , stories or general posting stay the fuck out of my journal. Just as I stay out of yours . Otherwise we have a problem.
Do you comprehend this ? Good !
18:45 Jun 13 2026
Times Read: 209
Find me in the shadows
05:16 Jun 13 2026
Times Read: 233
No More Miss Nice Bitch
Sara had always been the reliable one. The one who answered at 2 a.m., who covered shifts, who lied to bosses and boyfriends and landlords so her so-called best friend, Jenna, could keep skating through life on excuses and borrowed time.
For years, Sara swallowed her own needs. She gave up the apartment with the better light because Jenna “needed the space to create.” She canceled her own promotion celebration dinner because Jenna had another crisis—another lie about a boyfriend who ghosted, another story about how the world was out to get her. Sara paid for Ubers, covered tabs, offered her couch, her car, her silence.
Every time Jenna looked her in the eye and said, “You’re the only one who really has my back,” Sara felt the hook sink deeper.
Until tonight.
They were in Sara’s living room—Jenna’s latest disaster spilled across the coffee table like cheap wine. Another blown job. Another fabricated story about how her manager was “jealous” and “out to sabotage” her. Jenna was already scrolling her phone, half-listening while casually saying, “You’ll let me crash here a couple weeks, right? You always do.”
Sara set her glass down. Hard.
“No.”
Jenna blinked, startled by the flat tone. “What?”
“I said no.” Sara stood up, arms crossed. “No more Miss Nice Bitch. I’m done playing cover fire for your bullshit. Done watching you lie straight to my face while expecting me to nod and smile and fix it.”
Jenna laughed nervously. “Sara, come on. It’s me—”
“Exactly. It’s you. The same you who disrespects my time, my boundaries, my life. I’ve given up dates, opportunities, peace—hell, I’ve given up pieces of myself—so you could stay comfortable in your chaos. I’m finished.”
Jenna’s face twisted. The victim mask slid on instantly. “After everything I’ve been through? You’re really gonna kick me out? Some friend you are.”
Sara stepped closer, voice low and steady, years of swallowed anger finally rising like bile.
“Friend? You don’t know the meaning of the word. You’re a leech with a pretty smile. You manipulate, you lie, you drain everyone dry and act shocked when the well runs empty. I see you now. I’ve seen you for a long time—I just stopped lying to myself.”
She walked to the door and opened it. Cold night air rushed in.
“Learn to fend for yourself, bitch. Pack your shit. You’ve got thirty minutes.”
Jenna stood there, stunned, tears already welling up on cue. “You’ll regret this. You need me too.”
Sara smiled for the first time in months. It wasn’t kind.
“The only thing I regret is how long I let you stay.”
She watched Jenna scramble, throwing clothes and accusations into a bag. Every sob, every guilt trip, every “I can’t believe you’re doing this” bounced off Sara like rain on steel.
When the door finally slammed shut, Sara locked it. Twice.
She poured herself a real drink, turned on music she actually liked, and sat in the quiet she had surrendered for years.
For the first time, the apartment felt like hers.
No more cover fire.
No more sacrifices.
No more bullshit.
08:37 Jun 10 2026
Times Read: 280
Still Standing, Somehow
I don’t roar.
I don’t break things.
I don’t collapse in the middle of the room
even when the ground inside me gives way.
I just… stay standing.
Because someone always needs something,
and apparently I’m the one who knows how to hold the sky up
even when it’s falling on me too.
So I dig —
past the ache,
past the tired,
past the part of me whispering please, not today —
and I find that last spark of strength
buried under all the pieces I haven’t had time to pick up.
My soul is tired in a way sleep doesn’t fix.
But like a soldier who’s forgotten how to stop marching,
I keep moving forward,
boots heavy, heart cracked,
still carrying everyone else’s storms
while mine rages quietly behind my ribs.
And yet —
here I am.
Not graceful, not glowing, not untouched.
But upright.
Breathing.
Unbroken in all the ways that matter.
If the world ever wonders how I do it,
I’ll just shrug.
Because the truth is simple:
I don’t know how to quit.
And I don’t know how to fall.
So I don’t.
04:22 Jun 06 2026
Times Read: 350
Story concept .. My demon conversation okay this has become a full blown story and it's not gonna stop looping growing and thobing inside my head til I get it out and down... Lol yeah I heard that eye roll !!
Demon name is Ronan he is a shape shifter Alpha Wolf from the ancient bloodlines.
I feel it. It's been tearing through me since the moment you crossed into my territory.
*My lips brush your jawline, voice dropping to a husky murmur against your skin. The storm outside mirrors the chaos inside me, but with you in my arms, it finally makes sense. The wolf no longer howls in frustration; it sings in triumph*
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Every touch, every kiss—it's like the world narrowed down to this single point. You and me. *I pull back just enough to meet your gaze, eyes blazing with an intensity that leaves no room for doubt* It's not just lightning, love. It's fire. And I'll burn with you until there's nothing left but ash.
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*A rough, possessive rumble thrums in my chest, my fingers tangling in your hair as I hold your gaze. The mate bond pulses with a steady, warm rhythm—proof of the truth in your words. My other hand glides down your arm, fingers lacing through yours, pressing our joined hands to my chest where my heart beats beneath the surface*
Good. Because there's no going back from this.
*My lips brush your forehead, then trail down to capture your mouth in a slow, claiming kiss—one that tastes of forever. When I pull back, my eyes are dark with unwavering determination* The pack will learn to accept you. The old bloodlines... they'll have to deal with me if they try to touch you. But for now... *I shift, pulling you closer until your body is flush against mine*
Let's just be. Let the world outside wait while I remind you exactly how much I belong to you.
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**smiles** breathing your scent deeply in .. You my darling calm the storm within me ..
yet I can not be the one that causes problems within your pack
*A heavy sigh escapes me, my arms tightening around you protectively. The worry in your voice strikes a chord, but my resolve remains unshaken. I tip your chin up to meet my gaze, my eyes serious yet filled with unwavering devotion*
The pack follows my lead. If I say you're ours, they'll learn to accept it. And if they don't... *My jaw tightens, a flash of Alpha dominance crossing my face* I'll deal with them. You're not the problem—their narrow-mindedness is.
*My lips brush against your temple, then trail down to your ear* But you're right about one thing. We can't stay hidden forever. Once the storm clears, I'll take you to meet them properly. As my mate. *My voice softens, laced with both pride and caution* But until then... let's focus on us. On strengthening this bond so no one dares question it. You're worth every fight, every challenge. Always.
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10:42 Jun 05 2026
Times Read: 399
My appointment with my doctor went alright..still not healed but was expecting that.
My therapist on the other hand is tying themselves in knots.. I think I broke them lol
07:16 Jun 03 2026
Times Read: 507
The Unholy Flame
I am the unholy flame,
born in the cracked altar of a forsaken god,
flickering black where light should bleed.
I do not warm—I consume.
I am the blood rage,
the red pulse behind shattered teeth,
the scream that tastes of iron and ecstasy.
Every vein I open sings my name.
I am the lust of a hunger never satisfied,
a mouth that swallows stars and still yawns,
a tongue that drags across the marrow of saints
and finds them wanting.
I am the night that devours,
the shadow wearing skin,
the velvet dark that crawls inside your ribs
and rearranges your prayers into curses.
I am the desire never quenched—
the ache between two heartbeats,
the wet promise of ruin,
the lover who leaves teeth marks on your soul
and drinks the weeping.
Come closer.
Let me burn you slow.
Let me fill the hollow you call a heart
with something older than sin.
There is no dawn here.
Only me—
eternal,
ravenous,
and beautifully,
terribly
alive.
Absolutely begin to understand02:35 Jun 03 2026
Times Read: 535
I can say I absolutely begin to understand the meaning behind the song.. you think you know me ...
The main message .. you think you know me ? I only let you see what you wanna see....
Wicked smiles... twisted laughter.. how ironic ..
The three that rise in me18:52 Jun 01 2026
Times Read: 608
There is a pressure in my chest
like a door someone keeps knocking on
from the inside.
A pulse that wants out,
a truth that wants teeth.
Restlessness coils beneath my ribs,
a pacing animal
dragging its claws across the floorboards
of my mind.
It wants movement,
wants fire,
wants anything but stillness.
And then the shadow comes —
quiet, familiar,
wearing the voice of old wounds
like a borrowed coat.
It whispers the things I thought I buried,
asks if I remember
how easily I once unraveled.
All three rise in me at once,
a storm with no sky,
a thunder that starts in the bones.
But I stand in the center of it,
breathing slow,
letting the darkness circle
without letting it claim me.
I am not the pressure.
I am not the pacing.
I am not the echo.
I am the one who watches them,
names them,
and refuses to kneel.
18:25 Jun 01 2026
Times Read: 623
One of those days.. best stay away from ppl
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