All Washed Out...

Yesterday the top floor of my apartment building went down in flames which left my apartment soaked in mud and water. I was fine, the baby was fine, my computer was fine and I walked away with clothes and the wholesome feeling of being blessed.

Disaster has a way of making you reevaluate your priorities and put things in perspective. You should not let the flames of life consume you to the point that someone can come along and wash you away...

When faced with the fire, what will you do?

Does She Need to be a Video Vixen?

How much do guys really care if their woman or mate has a video vixen body?

Many women struggle on the daily to achieve the "perfect figure". Is all the effort a waste of time in the end? What body shapes can you tolerate or do you want for?

~T

Playing with Fire...Why Tease the Flame?

We all know the phrase "If you play with fire, you're gonna get burned." And you may or may not know the following quotes about fire:

Since the house is on fire let us warm ourselves. ~Italian Proverb

The most tangible of all visible mysteries - fire. ~Leigh Hunt

Absence diminishes small loves and increases great ones, as the wind blows out the candle and fans the bonfire. ~François Duc de La Rochefoucauld

Human attraction and fascination with fire has occurred since man first saw flame. There is something about its roaring presence, searing heat and amber glow that draws us to it. Leaving us all, at some point or another, to learn the lesson that it does indeed burn.

We also know that piromania can surface in the course of everyday life and love in the form of living on the edge or questioning your morals. So why stand so close to the fire that you have to turn and hover from the heat? Why tease the flame?

Here is a poem I wrote in July of this year (when I was feeling the fire...lol)


Playing with Fire
Category: Writing and Poetry

the fire rages with
a flux of love oxygen
not one to play with
i burn through bullshit
consume fear
I am a firestarter
piromaniac
with open flame
orange flickering
burning fire
blazing hot
searing mentality
scorching tongue
that blue light lit
on the end of your wick
dancing sparks
soaring in wind
devouring inhibition
fueled by desire
ignited by the fingers
of your right hand
that skims skin
and causes night sweats
in our sleep
from the memory of
our sweltering heat

the fire rages within
come put me out
©2007 by Turquoise C.A. Hayes

Can You Meet a Committment Ready Man at a Club?

Although I am a single mother, I occasionally like to shake a tail feather or two at various local DC venues. Having heard the phrase "you don't meet a good man at the club", I wonder is this truth or farce? I consider myself to be a good look when it comes to what a man would want from a woman in a committed relationship, so why could there not be men of like kind in the club?

Don't get me wrong...I am not going out to catch me a man, I am about having some fun and dancing off a hard work week, but I would not mind meeting someone of substance. Let me know your thoughts on this topic.

~T

Why Build A House with No Foundation?

How many of you out there can say you have been in an empty relationship?

What kept you holding on? Their looks, their money, your fear of being alone?

I can say that I have fallen victim to this situation on more than one occasion. I found that some insecurity of mine would surface as a need to cling to someone that somehow aided in partially fulfilling my need. I am so glad to be out of that phase!!!

Here is a poem that I wrote, several years ago that relates to this topic. Let me know how you feel!

Sigh...
Category: Writing and Poetry

I'd give you the world if
you'd just stop throwing pebbles my way
Three broken rocks
don't make a precious stone
You build up my house
with no foundation
I climb your stairs
but I keep falling

Let's play a little game
of give and take...
Say uhm, for a change
why don't you be the Giver
the visitor, the one to cook dinner?
You want it all
but no effort
ultimately wreaks no reward
My gifts are good
but way too extravagant
for that half-ass shit you dish out
You put out just enough
to keep me holding
but never enough
to stake a claim

You want to be the sole benefactor
but ain't offering any benefits
I'd give my last dollar
for you to call
but AT&T is not connected
to your heart
I ride the waves of communication
only to be dumped
into an unyielding sea

Our relationship is like a vintage wine
the older it gets
the more bitter the flavor
Oh, but mark the day
when I take a sip from another's cup
I may be spinning
in a whirlpool over you now,
but the water's decreasing
and the well is about to run dry
You put the cap on crooked
and I'm all cried out
One day you will realize my value
but by then
I will be posted
in a two ring binder
Happily housing an eternal flame.
© 2004 Turquoise C.A. Hayes

~T