My darkness

 

Your eyes they’re full of mystery
Full of love, hope, and everything a typical girl dreams about
But I see a darkness that you try to hide from the ones around you
But I see right through that wall that you have put up
I see your cravings
I feel your pain
I hear your voice
I know your needs
You read me like I gave you my DNA
You shattered my Ice
You carved my broken pieces and painted them into a beautiful disaster
You turned me into a beautiful mess
When I look into your eyes I feel your voice
My knees tremble at the sight of your eyes
My heart skips beats when I feel your breath
My soul jumps when You touch me
You were afraid that you would scare me away
You were scared I’d think you were a monster because of your needs
But what you saw was the opposite
You met a girl who was just that monster
You give me pain
You give me pleasure
You give me peace
You give me, myself
I never thought I’d feel free ever again
But you made It come to a reality
No more dreaming
Time for living
Submission to your feet
Service at command
Silence when needed
There is so much more to dive in
So much more to explore
The submission of my soul
The open to my neck
The reach to my heart
You’re the only greatest darkness I need

By Karrie Griffin 09/18/17

 

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Finding a voice with words.

I have always felt like I had things to share with the world. Always kept thousands of notebooks, journals and of course diaries. I have written in blogs, wrote mini books which never had ends to them, and even letters to random strangers.  But where I do begin? What can I possibly say to help someone? Or what can I say to make you laugh? What can I do with words?  That is my dilemma.  Words can be a simple quote to a daily inspiration blog and yet after years of trying I’m still looking for my voice.  How did you find yours?

Maze

Photo was taken and edited by myself

Model: Asks to remain anonymous

Unsolved

The pain is like fighting in a closed ring of spikes

The emotions that come are sharper than blades

The story will never be heard

The scars will never be erased

The music that plays will never change

The maze will never find an end

The nights will never get shorter

The nightmares will never fade

The days will never get easier

The depression is here to stay

The words have turned on me

 

I feel scrambled

I feel empty but crowded

I NEED WORDS

I only have a blank page

 

 

I have done all the writers block tricks I know. I have spent days and nights outside exploring different places but nothing has released my chains from this blockage.  Any advice to break this writers block would be well taken in!

It’s not me

It’s the emptiness

It’s the shadows on the walls

It’s the voices in my head

It’s the feelings that I cannot describe

It’s the memories that scare me

It’s the sounds that ring in my ear

It’s the movements I make

It’s the disease

It’s not me

 

Poem written by myself

Photo produced by myself , LittleLadysPhotography