A Torrid Love Affair. . . It's truly not as salacious as it seems

Today's Mood: Bitch try me. . .
Forecast: Cloudy with a chance of bitch slap. I kid...maybe.


My love affair with poetry. . .


Poetry used to be a huge part of my life back in the not so good old days. The first time I fell in love it was with poetry. I wrote things down to escape my past and present misery at the time and it never really occurred to me that it was any good. Until some time in high school I had the immense pleasure of meeting a man by the name of John Bennett (I hope I'm spelling his last name right). He saw something in me that I didn't know I possessed, at the time. There was a pain  that took up residence behind my eyes that he somehow grasped on to. I put on a brave face so no one knew but that pain was suffocating me. I channeled that aggression and some of the misguided abhorrence into poetry and as it turns out although my experiences were mostly shrouded in darkness and despair, I somehow always found it in my heart and soul to personify love. Thus a true love affair with poetry began. I wonder what John is up to these days. I hope he's found love and has a little girl named Soliloquy to prove it.

So today on a whim, I picked up my purple pen and yellow paper (random tidbit: those are my two favorite colors and no that does not a Lakers fan make ;-p) I wrote a paragraph long affirmation for reasons I will not get into. Maybe I'll save that for another day. Basically today July eleventh has some significance to me and I wanted to get it in writing that I acknowledge chance and change coming into my life and I accept it and welcome it with both arms open. One thing led to another and I had one of those stream of consciousness moments and I began to describe the way that I love as it pertains to who I am. And a poem was born.

Sound the Alarm: Are your neighbors having loud obnoxious sex?

Mine are. . .

I feel like there should be some etiquette where extremely loud sex is concerned. It can go from super hot to borderline obnoxious in a hot minute. I'm sure I'm not the only one who feels this way. I think people should employ a certain level of courtesy. For instance the house should not physically shake. It's frightening! My first instinct is to call the fire department. Lol! I cannot deal with my neighbors. What's worst is living in a detached home and still being able to hear my neighbors in the next house. Ha! I mean LOUD! Pillows are a multipurpose item people.

Okay bye. That was my rant!