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Persphone Speaks {aka Deadie Bettie}

No rest for the wicked....No sleep for the damned...Just an everlasting cycle of perpetual conscious

About Me

Persphone is my alter-ego.She is my muse. She consumes my every thought and desire and swallows them whole. She savors my regret and replaces it with quiet insecurities. I am damned to remain in a continual state of contemplation, drowning in my solitude as Persphone quietly whispers to me. She is my vice. She refuses to release me, but instead holds my mind in a fragile box with a broken lock....
Persphone adores all things dark and mysterious. If you listen closely, you too may hear her whisper softly in your ear of all the things you truly long to hear. They say the eyes are the windows to the soul, but Persphone's eyes are empty. Don't stare too long--she may just steal your soul.

Soul meets Soul on Lover's Lips ~Percy Bysshe Shelly~

My Interests

............ Persephone or,
Why the Winters Seem to be Getting Longer
By Wendy Froud
Six pomegranate seeds, as red as rubies, like on a golden plate. They glow with crimson fire in the candlelight. My lord bids me eat. I can feel his hands upon my shoulders. I can feel his breath hot upon my neck. I eat the first fruit, and as I taste, my lord tastes the skin of my throat, where the scent of flowers still lingers.

In the world above, the daylight fades. The wind blows cold among the trees.

The second seed is eaten, and my lord kneels at my feet. His hands reach for my breasts, and through the fabric of my gown I feel his caress, first soft, then hard. I watch my nipples rise then strain against the thin gold silk. He takes a small knife away from the table and, holding it delicately, cuts through the neckline of my dress. The fabric tears, parting from white flesh, and falls away.

In the world above, as night draws close, the grasses turn in the wind. Flowers bend. Petals fall.

My nipples are the color of crimson seeds. The third seed is upon my lips as my lord suckles at my breasts, tracing circles of fire with his tongue. They ripen like fruit beneath his kisses.

The world above is dark. The trees are black and bare. Creatures shiver, and shelter where they may.

My lord explores my body, kissing, biting, tasting the length of me. I need to see him. He will not undress. He will not let me touch him. I know that he is beautiful; I can feel that beauty as my body lifts to press itself against him. Naked now, my thighs tremble and open. The fourth seed is eaten.

In the world above, frost traces white patterns on brown leaves. The last of the summer fruit returns to the soil beneath the sleeping trees.

I catch my breath as my dark lord parts my thighs. His fingers touch me, there, gliding on the juices of my passion. His tongue, questing, thirsts for me, tasting me even as I taste the fifth seed upon my tongue.

The world above lies dormant, frozen. A creature caught by the cold, harsh air curls and sleeps, stiffens and dies.

He looks into my eyes, my lord, and slowly unlaces the robe he wears to taunt and tempt me. It falls to the ground. He stands before me, proud manhood beautiful. I long to take him in my mouth, to close my lips around that hot, strong flesh, taste the milky jewel glistening at its tip. He smiles as he puts instead the sixth seed to my lips. He gathers me to him; I twine my legs around his waist and open to his manhood. It thrusts deeper and deeper, taking me further into my dark lord's dark realm. The last seed bursts cool upon my tongue as my lord's seed bursts hot within my body.

The world above lies still as death, waiting for the spring to come. Hollow promise. Who can know how hard that promise is to keep?

I have always loved the taste of pomegranates.

I'd like to meet:

Persphone can take shape in many forms. She can be a cheating lover's kiss. She can be the obsession that consumes you for an unattainable lover, as you watch them embrace another. She can be the shiver you feel when you're not really cold. She is the darkness that cradles you with a familiar warmth that holds unspeakable truths.
She can whisper your name as she walks barefoot through a graveyard, knowing that you hear her song. She can come to you in your sleep--promising eternal darkness. Hoping that you surrender, she is determined to steal your soul and keep you under her immortal spell. Her bewitching words cast an eerie familiarness you can't quite place your finger on. She captures your tears of undying devotion in a jar for the world to see, as she drags you by the hair back to that whence you came.

infatuation.....obsession.....and unrequited love.....these are a few of my favorite things...

Music:



I Kissed A Girl

Movies:



"My significant other right now is myself, which is what happens when you suffer from multiple personality disorder and self-obsession."~Joaquin Phoenix

Henry the VIII, my new obsession.....

Television:


SmOkiN hOtt...

Books:


Heroes:



My Blog

The Message

http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=F0FvG9GO8Qs I got this from Je Maverick.....its a powerful message and so I decided to post it on my blog and I hope that all of you who watch it will post it as...
Posted by Persphone Speaks {aka Deadie Bettie} on Sun, 19 Oct 2008 02:51:00 PST

Simple, Progressive, and Sensual

Your result for What Your Taste in Art Says About You Test... Simple, Progressive, and Sensual  Your result for What Your Taste in Art Says About You Test... Simple, Progressive, and Sensual ...
Posted by Persphone Speaks {aka Deadie Bettie} on Sat, 18 Oct 2008 01:27:00 PST

Suicide Pact

A Suicide Pact A Pact of Lies Leaves me empty Empty inside Shall I recite Recite my vows? End it all? All done now Will you? Will you marry Me? Justice Justice of the Peace My Death Certifi...
Posted by Persphone Speaks {aka Deadie Bettie} on Wed, 08 Oct 2008 12:07:00 PST

Eat Me

Eat Me....A finer tweak on a previous work. I've entered a few poems on PoetryWars.com. Go take a look and take in some works from other authors as well..... Like jagged glass,Her words cut meShe thin...
Posted by Persphone Speaks {aka Deadie Bettie} on Tue, 07 Oct 2008 12:43:00 PST

just between You and i

the difference between us, You and i... my life revolves... around You your life revolves... around You somewhere in this... this revolution i've spun out perhaps, not so different... afterall, w...
Posted by Persphone Speaks {aka Deadie Bettie} on Tue, 30 Sep 2008 04:20:00 PST

Mi Abuelita

I was going to try to write a poem about my grandmother, but I couldn't. I couldn't bring my thoughts together to make sense of what I was feeling. The more I think about her, the sadder I get. M...
Posted by Persphone Speaks {aka Deadie Bettie} on Tue, 30 Sep 2008 01:05:00 PST

Once a true poet...now maybe...not so much

Once a true poet, she wrote with her pen Releasing her ink, with the thoughts from within It looked a pen, its clever guise But more, her tool for spurting lies But now, it seems, this pen runs dry He...
Posted by Persphone Speaks {aka Deadie Bettie} on Tue, 19 Aug 2008 12:51:00 PST

I am a genius...who knew?

Your result for The Commonly Confused Words Test... English Genius           You did so extremely well, even I can't find a word to describe your excellence! Yo...
Posted by Persphone Speaks {aka Deadie Bettie} on Mon, 18 Aug 2008 10:20:00 PST

Tri-Variable Personality Test

Your result for The Tri-Variable Personality Test (qualified psychologist) ...  Test... The Eccentric          You live in a world of vast abstraction a...
Posted by Persphone Speaks {aka Deadie Bettie} on Thu, 14 Aug 2008 01:35:00 PST

Random Brutal Love Master...Yikes!

The Sudden Departure Random Brutal Love Master (RBLM) Sweet. Dear. Loving. At Gate 18. Final call. You are The Sudden Departure... You've been in a lot of serious relationships. More than a few hav...
Posted by Persphone Speaks {aka Deadie Bettie} on Wed, 13 Aug 2008 01:03:00 PST