It seems as if there would be a freedom In the bondage that contains The very nature of it is contrary But that my dear is the very point
A point, it may pierce but more often Than not It is just there to feel The tease of the wheel, the pain Is the very joy of the experience
Why squirm? It seems to be the question That is asked with no real desire for answer Though it does beg (pardon the pun) the question Why squirm? Why struggle to escape? Why resist, pull at the bonds, of restraints We asked to be put upon ourselves?
Well I suppose it’s time to get to work These things don’t make themselves read Crack the knuckles, put it over my knee Open it up, and peer inside Let the writing begin.
This was written as part of a prompt from dVerse the prompt was to write an address / conversation poem. This is to paraphrase the definition: a poem that allows the poet to address someone who usually is not with the poet and are usually written in blank verse to create the appearance of conversation or monologue within the poem. You can see the prompt here https://dversepoets.com/2024/04/16/dverse-poetics-maggie-smith-and-conversational-mode-of-address/
I took a few liberties here in subject matter and execution. I made a nod to the erotic nature of most of the poetry on my blog, so if read a certain way that stands out more. And it is not strictly blank verse; consider it poetic license. 😁 I hope you enjoy!
Cheeks rosy red Smile so sweet Eyes hide pain, anger Lonely and shut out Your smile so pretty The hurt in your eyes Burns so bright How can they be so blind?
Confession I was like the rest The best of the worse I took face value As your worth
Oh I put the worth Oh so high You to me Touched the sky
Pretty did not begin To describe The beauty of your skin The round, juicy delight Of every curve That tickled my fancy
I desired To climb your gently sloped hills Mine deep your ample valleys Explore the circumference of your moon’s surface Map each inch of that vast land With tongue and touch
Despite my best I fell to blindness Stumbling over familiar pathways That led to self facing mirrors Painted to look like you
You are more than pounds Or lack thereof Stones, gram by gram Kill you Under the weight of judgement
You are woman First, foremost and only Lovely, loved or lonely No small feat To live your life So let me apologize
I see the person Behind the eyes The beauty in a smile A person To capture all that I am not.
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Chosen over a few Light of my eyes and heart Chosen over someone new My soul’s missing part Chosen to be, my one and only My heart and desire Chosen by you to be with me The flame to my fire
Chosen with mind and heart Both given freely trusted in your hands Choosing to trust and not to fear To cower behind doors closed, blurred by tears Chose your eyes in which to drown My sorrows and fears, my dreams and wishes Chosen with no thought for the past For the future along with my heart is in your hands
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I wonder where they're going to go, The ones who we gave up on too soon, The ones who we passed by, Those left behind when we left the room.
I wonder when those hearts will heal, When the tears will finally dry? Will they find their happy place, After we said goodbye?
I wonder when their hearts will mend, Their eyes see skies of blue, When their rainbows come out, After we became their thunder boom.
I ask this not for myself, But for others’ sake, for I for one wonder where and when, I'll find myself left behind.
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Pi day comes Just For only one day. Delicious Celebration of coincidence and calendars. Baked into March on the fourteenth spot each year Math celebration, Half baked irrational baked good delight
FUUUUUUCK! Girl, what you do to me Twisting me with your hands and tongue Taking my insides and turning them around Upside down & downside up
FUCK! Girl, what did you do? Leaving my heart here on the ground Bleeding, beat up pound for pound Didn’t even look back As you walked away.
FUUUUUUCK! Inside you, melting Hard as steel, hot as lava I’ve got ya In my hands, by the heart Fires burn, Infernos spark
FUCK! This shit. Whatever we had was done Done over and no fun Took me heart, hurt my head The joke we called love is dead.
Fuuuuuuck! Oh fuck! This seesaw battle Back and forth Mad Hatter In see through lingerie Fuck this fuuuuuck Let’s do it again
A Shared Surprise Tiffany is home when she gets a visit from her neighbor while enjoying some sexy chat with her boyfriend. She gets the idea that watching the two of them would get him really hot. Time to share her surprise.
This was a question posted on Twitter a while back and I’ve seen a few people ask it now and then all around. I thought I’d give my answer here. This obviously is not exhaustive or a professional opinion; just my thoughts.
Making friends as an adult is not easy. Heck, making friends as a kid isn’t easy. Yet, ahhh yes, yet. Yet, it can be as simple as sitting next to the right person and then suddenly you’ve got a new best friend. It can seem like making friends is a magical, random act the universe creates; much like the Big Bang or life crawling out of primordial ooze. I personally don’t think it’s as bad as that. Can it be magical? Absolutely! Random? Sometimes. Once in a galactic timeline phenomena? Not so much. For this post I will be talking about making friends IRL in real life. This is not to say friends outside of face to face are not real friends just that this will be my focus in this post.
While making friends can be difficult, it’s really not all that hard. It takes some getting out of your comfort zone. Here are some things I think it takes to make friends as an adult.
Getting out of the house is crucial to making friends. Making friends while just staying at home is very difficult. Not only because finding people is difficult but because you don’t get to see or show as much of people and yourself.
Get out of the house. Go places. Do things. Now you may wonder where do you go? Go places you would want to go. Do things you’d regularly do or things you want to do. What about going with people? Well that is okay too. Yes, you can make friends while being out with friends and you can make friends by yourself. The thing about friendship and making friends is that it is a mix of intention and instinct, a purposeful randomness.
#2. Talk to People
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It’s really hard to be friends with people if you don’t talk to them. So yes, once you meet them, you have to talk to them. This isn’t as hard as it may seem. You don’t need a full on conversation, at first, to talk to someone. Small talk will do. I’ve seen various variations of ‘I don’t want small talk, let’s discuss the deep things in life’ on social media. If I don’t know who you are, why would I care about what you think about deep issues? I don’t want to know your personal history or to go over your childhood traumas if we just met. Small talk is a way to get to know someone. To get a general feel for them. To check out their vibe. Also, it can be a way to just pass some time. Not everyone you meet or interact with is friendship material. Acquaintances can be good too.
#3. Have places you do 1 & 2 regularly
You know when you go somewhere and someone walks in and the people there know the guy’s name, know her favorite drink, just seem genuinely glad to see that person? Yeah. That’s somebody that goes to that place regularly. A regular, even. Is that person friends with the workers? Maybe, maybe not, the point is they are seen as friendly and they have people they associate with in a friendly way. When you are seen as friendly and associate with people in a friendly way it is easier to actually make friends. And you don’t have to go to a place with the intention of making friends with staff or anything, just be friendly. Smile, say hello.
Now you may be asking, “How is going to the grocery store every week going to get me friends?” And it might not, directly. I mean you could be standing in line and talking to the cashier and end up talking to someone in line and boom best friends but yeah not likely. What you will do is build up friendly habits. You have a ready made, captive audience in which you can easily be friendly to and will be at least cordial back to you. Making friends like everything else is easier with practice. What you want to do is put yourself in a place and position for friendships to happen. If you have trouble making friends the easiest way for that to happen is to become friends with a person who finds it easy to make friends. Those people are usually hanging out with friends so to meet them you have to be at a place where friends hang out and you can naturally be introduced.
In the end making friends is all about being a friend. The best way to make a friend is to be a friend. Be the kind of person you’d want to hang out with, be the kind of person other people want to hang out with. Want to be friends with someone? Ask them. Do things friends do. Think about what you want from a friendship. What are you willing to put in it to get that? What are you expecting from the other person(s)? Evaluate those expectations from yourself and others and see if they’re realistic. Can you do that? Can and will other people do that? If not reprioritize. If so, go and do them. Making friends is both hard and not so hard. It’s a matter of will and luck. You never know who you might bump into and come together, but you’ve got to do the bumping to ever find out.
A few posts that you might like that are related to this are:
Dating Is Hard – A post I wrote on how hard it is dating these days. Being An Ally – A post on how to be a good ally to a friend.
Tiffany is stuck at home during the summer because of the pandemic. She can’t see her boyfriend and a girl has needs. Sexting can only satisfy so much. Her old high school friend is home from school; maybe she can help keep the boredom away. Hmmm. Boyfriend and girl friend? Things could get interesting. Who doesn’t like surprises, especially when they’re shared between friends?
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“The lilacs near the cottage are especially lovely during the early summer. Mother and I …”
He droned on but I really wasn’t paying much attention. I hardly ever did. And certainly didn’t need to. A well timed “uh huh” and “oh really” was more than enough to keep my end of the conversation going. After all I was little more than window dressing, a showpiece for his arm.
'Lilac, like love, makes no distinction.
It will open for anyone.'
“You were splendid. Everyone just adored you; in fact several ladies inquired …”
There was no better compliment for him than jealousy over me. The more they wanted to be me, the more of me he wanted. What I wanted? Well that never mattered. Not then nor now.
'… the city lilacs
release their sweet, wild perfume
then bow down, heavy with rain.'
Some days I cry.
A flash fiction piece for d’VerseProsery: City Lilacs. The prompt was to write a flash fiction piece of 144 words or less including the line ‘…city lilacs release their sweet, wild perfume then bow down, heavy with rain.’ from the poem City Lilacs by Helen Dunmore
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