Submissions by SabrinaK
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Greetings and Hello... From a Lost, but not forgotten Slave SabrinaK poet and story writer by heart...
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
4th Apr 2015 11:20am
4th Apr 2015 11:20am
Would You walk with me here in Heaven
Would You walk with me here in Heaven !
If You saw Me...
Would You walk with Me here in heaven, or would You walk away?
Would You utter My name, or ignore Me just the same?
Would You walk with Me here in heaven, or would You walk away?
For I have always been there to dry Your tears and comfort Your pain...
Would You do the same, or simply leave Me feeling alone crying in sorrow of all the pain...
Watching all of My children that has lost their way? This home I have prepared...
So for You to join Me, where tears and...
If You saw Me...
Would You walk with Me here in heaven, or would You walk away?
Would You utter My name, or ignore Me just the same?
Would You walk with Me here in heaven, or would You walk away?
For I have always been there to dry Your tears and comfort Your pain...
Would You do the same, or simply leave Me feeling alone crying in sorrow of all the pain...
Watching all of My children that has lost their way? This home I have prepared...
So for You to join Me, where tears and...
844 reads
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
3rd Apr 2015 10:17pm
3rd Apr 2015 10:17pm
Greetings, Death!
Just, thought I would say hi!
Yes. "You,do know who I am". You've knocked at my door a time or two. What calls for such visit, You maybe asking. Well honestly... I know, its selfish of me.... But I thought, that it wouldn't hurt to try to become friends with You. Knowing soon You will be knocking again.
No, I am not here, asking if You'll skip me by. Cause I have begged one too many times.... I figure that such is only maybe granted to a very few. Thinking instead, of begging, if I just welcome it.... And walk along side You.... Maybe just maybe You will take it...
Yes. "You,do know who I am". You've knocked at my door a time or two. What calls for such visit, You maybe asking. Well honestly... I know, its selfish of me.... But I thought, that it wouldn't hurt to try to become friends with You. Knowing soon You will be knocking again.
No, I am not here, asking if You'll skip me by. Cause I have begged one too many times.... I figure that such is only maybe granted to a very few. Thinking instead, of begging, if I just welcome it.... And walk along side You.... Maybe just maybe You will take it...
671 reads
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
3rd Apr 2015 10:14pm
3rd Apr 2015 10:14pm
my Itancanka Steve!
i have awaken with You on my mind... Missing so very much... my heart aching, longing for Your touch... Even though i feel You every moment... Yet i feel lost this morning... Almost empty inside for some reason... i do not know why... Is it just me worrying about nothing... Or is there something lurking waiting to take yet another piece of me away from this vanilla world... am i a fool to think after all these years that i can just step back into happiness, without giving up another part of my soul or again am i just worrying over nothing... i know that You are resting... And that You still...
716 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
3rd Apr 2015 6:21am
3rd Apr 2015 6:21am
Seeking For The Master Within The Man, The Man Within The Master!
Years have gone by, yet this one still longs for such. The familiar-ness of a strong minded Master. Such strong will. Capability to teach, nurture and guide. While lovingly pushing one's limits she has set for herself. Knowing only a true Master can reach deep down to the core of even a lost forgotten slave. And bring her back to life.
This one, isn't talking about the kink, nor the pain and pleasure of the rack and all the toys a Master plays with. What makes a Master is the Man within. Does He hold honor about His self and others. Can He master His own will. Can He control it....
This one, isn't talking about the kink, nor the pain and pleasure of the rack and all the toys a Master plays with. What makes a Master is the Man within. Does He hold honor about His self and others. Can He master His own will. Can He control it....
753 reads
2 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
3rd Apr 2015 4:24am
3rd Apr 2015 4:24am
my Darling Daughter!
I thought, I would share a little bit with you today... Of how God...my Great heavenly Spirit, blessed me with such a hopa.. Beautiful gift sent from the heavens down for me to love... I know that He had me in mind when He created you... He knew I was lost and that I would need you to help find my way... He had given me strength to endure what only a mother would bare for her child... Much I tried so hard to protect you from, shield your eyes from seeing... You was so young... So pure and innocent... I fought so hard to keep you untarnished... God,
knows I tried... Your Father......
knows I tried... Your Father......
698 reads
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
2nd Apr 2015 5:46pm
2nd Apr 2015 5:46pm
Wake Up!
Woke up moaning, wrestling under the sheets...Drenched with sweat... Not knowing if I was truly a wake or not... Crying out, WAKE UP Sabrina, my God... WAKE UP... Its only a dream wake the FUCK up! Once again years of torment haunted my dreams... Of such pure sweet submission, that was taken and abused... Which should have been cherished, nurtured and protected... With guidance and discipline... And filled with love and respect of Dominance and submission... Wrapped in bondage and kink... Instead my neck was tarnished with a collar that had no honor... It was like watching a horror flick in...
781 reads
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EROTIC POEM
Published
1st Apr 2015 11:52am
1st Apr 2015 11:52am
Who am I?...What are you?
Who am I.....
At first He walks around me, with such a stern voice
You are my Master....
kneeling, so gracefully perfectly still, yet chills i feel
What are you.....
i am slave......Your slave, my Master....
Who am I.....
Feeling His flogger caress up across my back around to my breast
You are Master.....my Master.....
What are you.......
Such sweet stinging sensations, awww...shit
Your slave....i am slave ......Master.....
What purpose are you....
awww, fuck, yeah... thank You Master......
At first He walks around me, with such a stern voice
You are my Master....
kneeling, so gracefully perfectly still, yet chills i feel
What are you.....
i am slave......Your slave, my Master....
Who am I.....
Feeling His flogger caress up across my back around to my breast
You are Master.....my Master.....
What are you.......
Such sweet stinging sensations, awww...shit
Your slave....i am slave ......Master.....
What purpose are you....
awww, fuck, yeah... thank You Master......
940 reads
8 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
31st Mar 2015 1:30pm
31st Mar 2015 1:30pm
Wanting to Know the Real me!
I woken not knowing who I truly am today... am I who I've always been?... Or am I simply who everyone has seen and expected me to be!... I raise and sat on the side of my bed and ponder the thought... Who am I!... Who do I really want to be? Is it that I want just to be as I am in everyone else's eyes!... Or is there more to being me?... Can I be more than I am? If so, who will know its me?.... How can I let myself be known?.... Do I want to be known by others to be judged?... So to say if I am perfect enough in their eyes or not!... Should I dare to change who I am?... Become new to even...
678 reads
2 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
27th Mar 2015 9:52am
27th Mar 2015 9:52am
How We Met
Today was like any other day... Yet, my heart was racing... Aching, longing to hear from Him... To know how His day has been.... i miss and love Him daily. And know that its just a set back in us being together... For we are meant to be... You know, that feeling you get when you've found that one that you can't live without... That just the thought of them brightens your day... the sound of their voice let alone if they walk into the room would take your breath away... Surely it wont be too much longer... True love isn't meant to be kept apart... Even though we just met a few months back......
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
25th Mar 2015 7:40am
25th Mar 2015 7:40am
Vanilla You asked!
You haved asked me to write in expressing why i still up hold this way of life and how i see that it will continue to better my life.... For many years, such memories i put into stories, poem and examples of gorean commands, positions i long to remember and forget....For i served and was used as animal of sort for the pleasure of men and women alike... When all i ever wanted was to kneel serving only One true loving Master in my rightful place.... Please don't get me wrong, i love this way of life... Even much of the gorean beliefs... More so since that its much how i was raised... But not...
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