3 Poems by Allure Vultee

"Blank Paper"
written by Allure Vultee

Blank paper,
with your blue lines.
Three small holes,
on your left side.
Words flashing,
through my mind.
Thoughts I cannot,
hide or deny.
The taste of yellow paint
in my mouth.
Biting art,
leaves it's mark.
Scratching sounds,
writing down.
Wait.....

Rub away,
fustration mounts.
Emotions screaming,
to be let out.
Pointed lead,
rounded now.
Yelling out,
it's scratching sounds.
Tension breaks,
my body quakes.
Blank paper,
with your blue lines.
Three small holes,
on your left side.
I stain you,
with what is mine.


"Love on my nose"
by Allure Vultee

She sat on the edge,
the edge of my bed.
She watched me cry.
A soft smile on her face,
A loving shine in her eyes.
Sobbing I asked "why?"
" It's the angels, dear."
She softly said
"angel kisses,
they show how much
they love you,right here."
She tapped my nose
with a kiss of her own.
Then she left my side.
Leaving me thinking ...
the angels must really
like me alot,
they sure do leave
lots of spots.


"Hide and Seek"
by Allure Vultee

Trying...
Trying to run and find a place to hide.
Just like I do with my friends outside.
I hope she cant see me under my bed.
Or hear my heart beating,
It feels like it is going to pound right out of my chest.
Taking in big gulps of air.
Holding my breath
Inbetween each.
So that she cannot hear.
I dont like play this game with my mom.
She only wants to play when she is drinking and is drunk.
Underneath my bed I listen to her scream.
"When I find you, you'll be as good as dead! You little shit, where the fuck are you? I will find you yet!"
She found me last time.
My wounds have not healed.
She told me she was sorry.
And that it would never happen again.
Shhhhh...
It is growing quite now.
She is probably passed out.
On the floor?...
She hardly ever spends the night in her bed.
I think I will use this hiding place again.

Two New Galleries in The Roissy Palais Arts District

The Palais Orleans Art Studio and Designs

We would like to announce the Grand Opening of Palais Orleans Art Studio and Designs. They will be celebrating their Grand Opening Week, starting Monday June 15th, by displaying the works of four Second Life artists.

One of the artists is Roissy's Rob Barber and you *will* think about what leaps from his canvas. Madison Arnahan, who is also the owner of the gallery, presents a sensual and thoughtful play on the themes of yin and yang.

Darkley Aeon is an award winning SL photographer and six of her works are on display.
Hussy Lustre's erotica is entitled "Pretty Peaches." Sounds juicy ? It is. Take a look and support the artists and businesses of Roissy.





ALANIS GALLERY Sensual Images

Alanis Gallery, Sensual Images, offers a collection of highly individual and original pieces of work by Sylvia Fitzpatrick, Artist. The body of work includes her beautiful erotica, thoughtful landscapes , studies and portraits, all created in rl and offered for sale in Second life. The Gallery also offers a carefully selected range of erotic art by others, exploring the D/s theme.

The Submissive Female Collection is a body of beautiful original real life self-portraits by the artist, Sylvia Fitzpatrick, which explore her submissive nature. Evocative and erotic, each image, thoughtfully titled, would be a lovely addition to your venue or personal space. Each picture is limited to an edition of 20.

If you would like to buy an original piece outright, please send a Notecard to the Artist or Alanis Gallery's co-owner, Michiel Seetan, to arrange terms. Sylvia will also consider private commissions, after discussion and briefing.

The landscapes and other studies are all original photography by Sylvia Fitzpatrick.The D/s erotica is selected by Sylvia , reflecting her personal thoughts on her own submission.
Sylvia's work is now exhibited at :The Alanis Gallery, Sensual Images Roissy, Main Gallery, Original work, landscapes and studies, Ds images.

The Alanis Gallery at Differences II Erotica & Art- Artistic Influence and Erotic Passion- Origianl work and D/s erotica Ginsberg Art Centre, The erotical Gallery- originl work 􀀁 Contact Sylvia Fitzpatrick for further details, bespoke commissions from RL or SL images, or advice on matters such as locating and fitting your purchase.



The Alanis Gallery and The Palais Orleans Gallery join the History d'O Art Gallery and the Marcus J. Ranum BDSM Gallery both owned by Zena Zemlja. Miss Zena conducts seminars and sponsors the Roissy Poetry Slam.

We are fortunate to have such talented artists in our community. Please support these fine businesses.

Stone Rose by J3nny Fanshaw

J3nny is a talented member of our group. J3nny is like the rose she describes: delicate, lovely, revealing. J3nny's poem describe the heartache and dispair we all feel when we experience disappointment. J3nny is a positive addition to our group.



Stone Rose

A rose so beautiful, Cast in shade of crimson.
Blood and tear shed forming stem of strong and petal of silk.
Yet loss of love and all alone.
Your color fades and roots do wither.


You cast your petals now in stone.
To hide the beauty you once had shown.
Never more to see the light.
You crumble slowly in the night.


The ectasy you once consumed known as love,
smooth as water, now bitter, weak.
Your garden dead and hope not seen.
As you crumble slowly with the years.


Blood and tear shed once again.
To show the light you have once known.
Never more now in the dark,
Someone holds you in their heart.
J3nny Fanshaw

Tick Tock by Pearl Shieldmaiden

Pearl is yet another gifted writer from the Roissy/Blackthorne Creative Writing group. Pearl uses the sound of a ticking clock to instill in her reader the sense of time moving forward, moving in a lumbering manner to suggest the significance of our own mortality. Pearl says much in such a few words. Pearl's work is exceptional.




Tick Tock by Pearl Shieldmaiden


Time weighs heavy on the soul
Eternal ticking of the clock
Stretching forever onwards
The hour hand does mock

Time weighs heavy on the soul
Waiting for each new day
A fresh hope dawning
Only to fade away

Time weighs heavy on the soul
As the moments crawl by
Trying to find a purpose
Needing a reason why

Time weighs heavy on the soul
With each passing year
Eventually ceasing to exist
Just an endless blur
~~PS~~

blessed is the UPS (unintrruptible power supply) by Laika Karu

Laika Karu is talented in the way she plays with her reader. Laika chooses her words carefully, so very carefully. Her images are vivid, real and yet a bit beyond reach. Her reader must work with Laika to find her truths that are there like "a psyhedelic bubble over paradise."



blessed is the UPS(uninterruptible power supply) by Laika Karu

I float in a psychedelic bubble over paradise
sipping a strawberry smoothie
a little high
and smiling

wondering if the universe casts a shadow....

I wait
amused and thinking about you

feeling your affection even as I curse you
for putting me through this lesson

there is a strength in your presence
and an irresistible ease

I sense a storm brewing
hot humid and heady
the barometer dropping and i am falling
into a vulnerable space
my mind alive and restless

distant thunder announces your arrival
the deluge and
anticipation having
primed my soul
I swear it is some sort of mind control

you take me in hand and
bathe me with your benediction
the lights flicker, a dark velvety silence engulfs me
my heart sinks until I see

that the glow of our world remains

You Knew My Name by Alure Vultee

Alure writes words that touch the reader's heart. Here Alure uses repetition to reinforce her connection with her past. The repetition of the phrase "You knew my name" strengthens the bonds of sacrifice between a grandfather and his granddaughter despite the years between the pair and separates their personal bonding. Another lovely poem by Alure who is able to reach out to her reader through her words.


"You knew my name" by Alure Vultee

You knew my name,
And you fought
For the daughter
that grew insideyour wifes' womb.

You knew my name,
And you fought
For me to have
The freedomsOur forefathers sought.

You knew my name,
And you were fighting
When you learned,
your daughter,was instead a baby boy.

You knew my name,
when you died,
coming home
on that plane.

You knew my name,
Because you chose it
for my father,
the one you thoughtwould be instead your daughter.

You knew my name,
You knew my name,
But did not get the chance
To know your son,or granddaughter
.You fought for us all the same.

I Tried: a poem by leyli littleboots

Leyli is a member of the Roissy/Blackthorne Creative Writing Group. Leyli speaks here of family memories, memories that hover in her tender feelings and erupt through her poetry. Leyli's word choice reveals her talent for revealing her feelings through her art.


I Tried
written by leyli littleboots

I always thought that i could change things
When voices rose that maybe i could lower them
Prevent the fights by slipping in between
Stop the hurts so the fists would never fly

I always hugged, afraid i'd not see them again
Strange how it turned out that they are now all gone
As, one after the other, their lives all changed
And they got farther and farther away from me
I had to help them, had to try

It was my job (i'm older, you know)
They are my family
You do that for family
I tried to intervene as i saw destruction ahead
The dreams they came again and again

The hospital call, the way they looked
How could i know they did all they could?
She went first. I lost her over the years
As she became a ghost-pale shadow
Her kids lost long before she lost herself
Never looking back at unremembered times

He went next as the dreams foretold
How i wept when i heard another was gone!
A life so young, so perfect.
Why?Handsome, smart apple of Dad's eye


I tried to help through the years, speaking out
Cautioning, following, trying to change the path
Hanging out with them, i saw it all
Screw parents who can’t see writing on the wall

A cold metal slab is the last memory i have
And whispering “i love you, i'll see you soon”
Cold hands, no breath, eyes closed, peace
I kissed their foreheads as tears flowed unchecked
Wishing that I could give warmth
Give my life for theirs, please
Shouting to heaven to give them back

I'll never, not ever, forget those days
The long black train surrounded in gray
Eerie mist lay all around and chilled
Smelled of earth the worms well hidden
The goodbyes said and glossy beds lowered

I turned from this to see the drawn faces
My accusing eyes taking in each and every one
It would do me no good to say the words i felt
They could see the damage they had wrought
written by leyli littleboots