Writing and Reading

So Chuck finally finished INSATIABLE by working in his reaming, er… reading, of the last two stories, “Toys 4 Us”, and the third short story was “The Legacy of the Snake”.

Now I need to wash my sheets. He gets carried away sometimes. But at least he’s done! He’s done! Now I don’t have to carry his load. He’s spent it.

But let me tell you, after he finished “Toys 4 Us”, he wouldn’t leave my damn cell phone alone! As in, he kept messing with the vibrate feature. I kept telling him, leave it alone, man! Go suck on some bloody rump roasts or something (and then I thought that might not be a good thing to say to him, but oh well). Oh, and I’ll never look at a Mr. Potato Head again in the same way. Such an interesting story, though. Very, very deep friction…. Er…fiction. I meant to say fiction.

SERIOUSLY, CHUCK, GET THE HELL OFF MY BED! I JUST WASHED THOSE DAMN SHEETS!!

Okay, yeah, and then he read “The Legacy of the Snake”, and let me just say–the concept of Cinderella and Sleeping Beauty having a wild orgy with their Prince Charmings blows me away. My mind, that is. Not any other body part. Nope! But I’m using Cinderella and Sleeping Beauty as mere examples. Please, Disney, do not sue me. No, the characters were completely original. It just reminded me of one of those charming fairy tales.

Chuck liked that one a lot. Surprisingly. Given his fetishes, you know…. But there was something about talking animals that just makes you feel fuzzy inside. And then the hot sex brings the fuzz out of the box and starts tickling you and fondling you like a fairy with a hard-on. Pleasant. Pleasant, I must say.

Seriously, Raelene, I thank you. The stories were hard…. I mean, difficult…to get through because I kept blushing redder than plump, blood-rushed flesh. Or just an apple. You know, something red. Anything red. Anything that belongs to a tree that is red. And Chuck liked it, too. A little too much. As I’ve said, I need to wash my sheets. It’ll be one long…er, time-consuming…load. Or not load. Load’s not the right word. Batch! That’s the right word! A time-consuming batch of laundry. Yeah.

Hats off to you, Ellora’s Cave. Thank you.

Let me explain to you what this is. This is going to be fun–at least for me.

I’m starting a new series of audio blogs on here that, as some of you may know, represents my very first love in writing:

Poetry

I have a massive collection of work over the years that I’ve written, and I’m honored to share them with you, one poem at a time. This is the first entry. Further entries will be titled the same, “The Lounge”, but I’ll also add a colon with the title of the poem I’ll be featuring. The first poem I’ll be speaking, I’m very fond of. As far as richness in words is concerned. To follow along, here’s the poem for you, and then immediately after is the link taking you to the audio performance of the piece:

“Violated”

You inject me with your absinthe,
            And my life lurks in this labyrinth
Of impiety’s haphazards,
            Dark lies and germicides.

How your vernacular makes me vehement,
            Thinking the quantum of your nirvana
Was the zephyr’s zenith,
            When instead you cracked my confidence
Like a mindgame tempest,
            Breakneck firebrands and jackknives in the sky.
And I examine you and ask—why? 

Why do you whitewash my mind
            With this xanthic opiate of passion?
Why are your coalescent kisses
            Remnants of a dead deodorant
All over my skin leaving dry powder?
            Why do you use my hardedge
To measure your cunning and player power?

You’re a pretty paroxysm—
            Now all the muckraker spies
In this mad, misshapen world
            Embark on a rotten reconnaissance
Keeping my kickback
            From breaking the stalemate….

Vmoblogger Entry

I wrote this poem around college at some point, and originally there wasn’t any sort of purpose to writing it. No, it wasn’t a response to a dysfunctional relationship or a stupid girl who wasn’t treating me right. But it turned out that way. I just played with the words, let it all come out, and this is what I came up with. I even remember that the title itself changed several times, because instead of coming up with an idea first and then writing the poem, I wrote the poem first and then had to figure out exactly what I was writing about .

“Violated” just felt right to me. Because that’s essentially what it’s about. It’s about being ‘violated’ or treated wrongly. I used a lot of hyperbole, a lot of intense imagery. You can tell there’s some sexual tone in there, too. But not in a romantic way. In a sick, sadistic way, almost.

Leave comments if you like! Let me know what you think. Watch out for more to come. I have plenty to last a lifetime.

A further update: 

Very soon–video blogs will be showing up, too. But I haven’t figured out what the theme will be for any video blogs, plus with the technology I have, I can only video blog for 30 seconds at a time. Sad, huh? But keep an eye out, readers! Thanks for listening!