YoYo

I was the string
Always the solid one
I could be stretched thin
And still stand strong

Yo!

You slid through me
You climbed up me
Slid down me
And played tricks on me

Until I wasn’t sleeping anymore

© Paige Turner

Writer Highlight Featuring: Sue Lobo

MENTAL ILLNESS – By Author Sue Lobo

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MENTAL ILLNESS

It´s in the tear, upon the cheek as it glistens,
It´s in the questioning, of why nobody listens,
It´s in those places, now so shadowed in grey,
It´s in the playground, where one used to play,
It´s in the fatigue, the tired & the so very weary,
It´s in all that is dull, boring, sad & so very dreary,
It´s in the places so dark, dim & in negative gloom,
It´s in the feeling of being lost, in impending doom,
It´s in the blue lacking of desire, for food, sex & life,
It´s in the useless worrying, the fretting & the strife,
It´s in the panic, the nightmares & awful bad dreams,
It´s in the invisible & within those silent quiet screams,
It´s in all mental illness, it´s real, & believe me it´s there,
It´s when we really need someone, close by us, to care.

© Copyright, Sue…

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There Were No Words . . .

Only moans vibrated out of our mouths
Feeling tingly warm breath upon flesh
He stopped to suckle my breast
As his mouth made way below my navel

My head leans back and my fingers slide perfectly between his
He tenderly massages my breast with his other hand
Excitement runs through me
As his mouth enters the sacred

Nourished by my sweet blooming flower
Feeding on our strong sexual desire
You and I become one for the next hour
Fulfilling our sexual need and fucking till we expire . . .

© Paige Turner

Photo Credit: © PhotoAlto/Corbis

Writing Tip: Set Realistic Targets

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Writing Tip: Set Realistic Targets

We all want to write as much as we possibly can and as professionally as we can, but unfortunately other things in our lives can get in the way. Work, school, homework, cleaning, cooking … there’s an endless list of things that you may feel prevent you from sitting down and writing as often as you might like. It can be frustrating when you can’t find enough time to pursue your creative desires.

A great way to feel accomplished despite the limited time you have is to set yourself good targets. For instance, if you’re working Monday to Friday from 9 to 5, it is unlikely that you’ll be able to write 5,000 words of your novel every day. You won’t create 20 poems a week, either. Make realistic targets for yourself, such as:

• 2 or 3 blog posts per week.
• 500…

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Wounded Mind

Sadness,
Anger,
Jealousy,
Self-Rejection,
All feelings that the mind has practiced and remembered thousands of times.

Remember when your little sisters best friend found out she had cancer? She lost all her hair from chemo and wasn’t able to come back to school. For three years she fought the disease, wore wigs and tried to look and act normal, even though she was fighting for her life. How her parents lost their jobs and had to go on welfare to survive because their daughter was always in the hospital. Then one day their daughter told them she was done fighting for her life, and refused medical care. She was 11 when she died. It was so sad.

Remember when Dad was drunk and you took the keys so he couldn’t drive but he was being an asshole and fought to get his keys? You didn’t want to give them to him but he wouldn’t stop, so you told him if he wanted to be stupid that was his choice and you gave him the keys. No child should have to go through that with their parent, but you did. He drove away and ran a stop sign and hit a car head on that had a child in the car. Dad always got away with things . . . luckily no one was injured, and of course he got away with it, and was not charged because of a police investigation error. Angry . . . he gets away with things he shouldn’t, he never learns!

Remember when you were jealous that your best friend had a boyfriend that was cool? You secretly thought he was really hot and did not tell anyone the way you felt. First time her boyfriend was alone with you and talked to you, you flirted with him. You were so jealous of your friend’s relationship that you took advantage and slept with her man behind her back the first chance you got. Jealousy got the best of you and you acted on it.

Remember when you looked in the mirror and no longer recognized yourself? You hated the reflection that was peering back at you that whispered… “You’re not pretty anymore” or “No one wants a single mom with kids.” Slowly but surely you started dissecting yourself and withdrawing from the world. Self-Rejection is a bitch.

Sadness,
Anger,
Jealousy,
Self-Rejection,
All feelings that have been programmed and learned from birth and we continue learning through life.

The way we think,
The way we feel,
The way we act become routines that we fulfill.

A wounded mind is drama filled.

© Paige Turner

Photo By: © 2008-2015 ImNotCreazy

Writing Tip: Let Your Poetry Be Open To Interpretation

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Poetry is all about the reader’s experience. You may have an idea in mind that you wish to convey, and they may have a similar experience to you that the poem reminds them of, or they may feel particularly affected by your poetry in the way that you desired. Your reader may also react in a way you did not imagine – with a memory of something important to them or an alternate emotion, based on an image or a word that you have used. One of the most wonderful things about poetry is that it can be open to interpretation.

This is something you should use when you are writing. Allowing people to interpret your poetry does not mean that you need to be less specific when you are writing. If there is a subject you really feel you need to write about (and there are many out there)…

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Suggestions

He suggested I wear more vibrant colors
He doesn’t like seeing me in dark colors
He suggested I wear Mascara
He thought my eyes would be prettier
He suggested I wear high heels and a dress
He wants to see me be more womanly
He suggested I wear lipstick
He wants to kiss my pretty lips
He suggested I send him nude pictures
He wants to see my naked body
He suggested I call him more
He wants to hear my voice
He suggested I listen more
He thinks I don’t hear him
He suggested I be his woman
He must be crazy . . .
He suggests I become someone else.

© Paige Turner

Escaping My Prison

Regret fastens to me like a child needing their mother
Over and over I do not understand the decisions I make
I listen to the words “we are adults making grown up choices”
But in that moment, I abandon all sound decisions

Your touch feeds my hungry soul
I can’t help but to let go . . .

Surrendering to become intimately yours
Every part of my body I allow you to explore
I get lost in the world of seduction
For a moment loving you as if there would be more . . .

My sexual frustrations gone out the door
Hunger pains released with an explosion inside
The feelings I feel, I cannot hide
Just for a moment you loved the ride

Back to reality moments later
Realization that he doesn’t love me
All he did was fuck me
Allowing me to escape my prison once more . . .

Regret consumes me, and I shut the door.

© Paige Turner

Photo Credit: © 2012-2015 bittersweetvenom

Screen Names

I couldn’t help but being attracted to his picture
My lips forming a smile as I glanced through his photos
He was hot!
His caramel skin, pretty brown eyes and sexy goatee turned me on
I moved my mouse over to the send message link
And found myself typing a message to the screen name “The1andOnlyMr.GoodStuff”

“Hello, Mr. GoodStuff I caught vision of you while browsing profiles, and yes . . . you are indeed made of the “GoodStuff!” You have the most beautiful brown eyes I have ever seen. I would love to see them up close and personal. Care to meet me for drinks tonight at Sapphire Lounge? Sincerely, GreenQQs”

I took a deep breath, and clicked send.
People are funny online,
Some respond,
Some don’t!
So now . . . I just wait and see.

Four hours go by . . .
And finally I get a notification that I have a message from The1andOnlyMr.GoodStuff
Excitedly, I am quick to go online and read his reply

“Hey, GreenQQs you’re not so bad yourself. Sure I would love to hook up with you tonight. I will come thru around 9 pm. Wear your best lil black dress, I want to see your feet and legs. Kisses”

OMG! He wants to see me
I am feeling ecstatic that such a sexy man wants to meet me
And I have never had a man request me to wear something specific just for him.

I couldn’t wait to get off work and scout thru my closet to find the perfect little black dress
Tonight, I want to look my best.

I arrive home at 7 pm
Rush straight to my closet and start flipping through my wardrobe
I have three black dresses to choose from
The first one is a long gown which doesn’t show my legs, so that’s a no
The second looks like business attire, so I think I will pass
The Black satin low-cut mini dress it is.

I put my mini dress on and admire the way my breasts are bulging out the top
My ass looks divinely round and juicy like you want to grab it
I slip on my high heels and place a strand of black pearls around my neck
I style my hair to have the sexy wild look
I walk up to my full length mirror for a peak at my appearance
And can’t help but to smile at myself and think “You look sexy”
I spray myself with my favorite perfume White Diamonds and head to the club

I arrived early, so I pulled up a seat at the bar and ordered a Lemon Drop Martini
I positioned myself so I could see him when he walks through the front doors
Feeling a little nervous I was quick to knock back my drink and order another
And just as the bartender served me, I thought I caught glimpse of him walking in
Quickly I reapplied my lip gloss and ruffled my sexy wild hair
And with a nervous feeling in my stomach I watch him walk toward me

“Well Hello GreenQQs” he says as he approaches me
I coyly flash him a smile, trying to look sexy and say “Hi, Mr. GoodStuff”
He sits down in the empty barstool next to me his hand rests on my knee
“I see you started without me” he says as he motions the bartender to bring him what I’m having

Suddenly his hand reaches up and wisps my hair from my eyes
His beautiful brown eyes were staring at me with such aww
It made me a little nervous and I looked away
He said “let’s go get a booth beautiful” and asked the bartender to send a waitress over

I got up and walked toward an open booth
I could feel his eyes sizing me up from behind
I slid into the booth, and he next to me
He sat so close to me I could feel his breath on my neck
Mmm, I was melting inside, I couldn’t believe I was with such a sexy man

The waitress was quick to come over and take our order
He said ‘I want this pretty lady to always have a full drink in her hand’
The waitress said “You got it, what’s you poison Mam?”
I didn’t want to mix alcohols so I said the Martinis are good

We made small talk, but mostly we drank
We had no concept of time or people around us
His hands traveled along my legs and I was feeling tingly all over
His lips softly caressed my neck and made me weak
His hands making way to my panties.
We were clearly intoxicated
And needed a private location

That was the last thing I remembered that night
I woke up the next day alone in my bed
I rolled over and no one was beside me
But my body felt every inch of the sexual encounter I had

Regret consumes me
I never even got his name
I just made love to the screen name
“The1andOnlyMr.GoodStuff”

And I never heard from him again . . . Profile Deleted.

© Paige Turner