31 July 2008
Funny picture
I wish i could turn this into a demotivator. it was the most redneck thing i have ever seen. i boat, in the middle of the beautiful gulf, selling HOT BOILED PEANUTS....
24 July 2008
Another poem, not very old, but not very new either
since i couldn't think of anything for this week's TOP, i've decided to post another one of the poems that i wrote for my creative writing class. it's an interesting poem to say the least. it's a little on the rated "r" side, but i hope that the images are not too strong and overwhelming. critiques and questions are welcome.
Painting by Moonlight
The moonlight caresses the purity of my bare skin through half-opened blinds; a fresh canvas on which to paint the beautiful portrait of Your cruelty. i plead for the painting to start, to feel the strokes as they make red lines and splotches. Your brush is cool as it meaders down my spine; i shiver, anticipating the first
stroke. It slices through the air and i welcome the heat as it cuts through my resistance, opening the door to a hidden part of my soul; a door only You can open. i hear a voice counting each stroke and realize it's my own. A cloud settles in front of the moon, throwing the room in darkness. i lose myself in the loud sharp strokes
of Your painting, needing and wanting, though the pain is almost too much. With each stroke bruising Your canvas, i remember the tough road we traveled to get to this place, and the reason You chose this beautiful isolated house on the outskirts of Savannah. With no neighbors, there was no one to hear my cries.
Painting by Moonlight
The moonlight caresses the purity of my bare skin through half-opened blinds; a fresh canvas on which to paint the beautiful portrait of Your cruelty. i plead for the painting to start, to feel the strokes as they make red lines and splotches. Your brush is cool as it meaders down my spine; i shiver, anticipating the first
stroke. It slices through the air and i welcome the heat as it cuts through my resistance, opening the door to a hidden part of my soul; a door only You can open. i hear a voice counting each stroke and realize it's my own. A cloud settles in front of the moon, throwing the room in darkness. i lose myself in the loud sharp strokes
of Your painting, needing and wanting, though the pain is almost too much. With each stroke bruising Your canvas, i remember the tough road we traveled to get to this place, and the reason You chose this beautiful isolated house on the outskirts of Savannah. With no neighbors, there was no one to hear my cries.
17 July 2008
09 July 2008
We've got a skin on skin thing baby
so my post for this week's TOP poem is interesting. it's unconventional and perhaps a little over PG-13. it's untitled as of now, but any suggestions would have equal thought consideration.
I watch your eyes as the travel so slowly
down the length of my body. I shiver
as you kiss the fluttering heartbeat
in the hollow of my throat.
Your eyes lock with mine as your fingers
trail down the creamy expanse of my skin
and find the hidden pearl that unlocks
all of my secret desires.
My breathing
starts
coming in
ragged
bursts.
Your name escapes
my lips like a prayer
and I close my eyes
to let the desire
wash over me.
Suddenly
every inch of my being
is on fire. Wave
after wave
of pleasure crashes
into me. Sending
me spinning into oblivion.
Your lips on mine bring me back into the present,
your eyes smile at me from under your lashes
and I know this is going to be a very long night.
06 July 2008
If you're leaving leave the cigarettes
an update on my life right now.
i'm going to florida at the end of the week (very excited) with katie and her family, which is going to be pretty awesome i hope. i bought some new clothes and am going to get a mani/pedicure before i go, as well as a hair trim (i love my new shorter style). i pretty much can't wait for the trip.
i hope i can get my car fixed tomorrow. they have to put a new computer in it because the last one fried. ugh. so i have no a/c right now. not fun with temps topping out in the upper 90s.
my job has been delayed, which isn't really fun. it means i don't have an income until august. and i don't want to start a part time job for a month. so i'm sol and living on handouts. which is also not fun.
i'm pretty excited to be part of a poetry blog. it makes me all warm and fuzzy inside. i'm thinking of posting more of my poems online and working being a better poet. i pretty much suck as it is. ugh. i probably need to put some more of my fiction online and work on making it better. maybe i can get some constructive criticism from this community of poets.
i'm also itching to start school. i'm working on my early childhood education degree. i didn't actually think that's what i wanted to do, until i kept looking at my options and kept coming back to that one. so i'm finishing my associates this year. i'd prefer to work at a private school, but i'm not sure how well that will work out.
nick goes home from a week off of school, so i'm pretty depressed.
but other than that, life is pretty darn good.
04 July 2008
A New Arrival
so i'm starting to try and keep up with a poem prompter blog. it's very fun and interesting for me. i'm grateful that i stumbled upon it because it keeps my creative juices flowing... and at times... my muses go on vacation. so... here's my poem to this weeks prompt... which was "First Giraffe."
"A New Arrival"
What is this Strange Thing?
It has a long neck and legs
and covered in spots.
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