Wordless Wednesdays #3

These are some of my personal photos from Lake Monomanac

Wordless Wednesdays #2

"Take all the sharp stuff out the house"- My Inspirations

"I kinda feel like I should take all the sharp stuff out the house" was a quote for my friend after reading my last poem "Walk Over Me". I thought it was rather funny he said this me because looking over all the poems I have written they are rather dark and a few sexual. None of them are rather happy poems.  I have been referred to as a "gothic" but I'm far from that.  Yes I like "dark" things but looking at my appearance  you could not tell that about me .

My inspirations for my poems are rather personal.  I would say about eighty percent of them come from a feeling or situation I am going through in my every day life.  Other than my every day life, I would say songs and pictures influence me as well. I could be listening to a song and catch a line in a song that  compels me to write . Below are two examples of how I came to write the poem.

This poem was inspired by an image I had seen. I thought of myself and my own actions in this poem and thought every girl could relate to it when she fells down and unwanted.

She's not perfect but She's worth it
She can be impatient
She can be insecure
She can make mistakes
She's not perfect but She's worth it
She will be a shoulder to cry on
She will be a ear to listen
She will be a shelter
She's not perfect but She's worth it
She can be forgetful
She can worry too much
She can forget to love herself
She's not perfect but She's worth it
She will make sure you are loved
She will make sure you are happy
She will make sure you are appreciated
She's not perfect but She's worth it
She has her faults
She see's herself damaged
She will always wish could be more
She's not perfect but She's worth it

2013 Jennifer Dante

This poem was inspired by the saying "Beauty in the Eye of the Beholder". I never understood that expression and myself have and still do struggle with body image and how I look, wonder how someone who looks at you could completely see something different

Is it true, the beauty in the eye of the beholder?
What if the beholder is oneself?
Does the rule still apply or just to someone looking them?

Stripped away and free of the makeup
The label you wear on your body
The hair pulled back in the simple ponytail

What do you see when looking down yourself
Or in your reflection in the mirror

Do you see a flat stomach?
Do you see alittle extra around the hips?
Do you have "tiger stripes" from the birth of your children

What if you see yourself differently from what people say?
What do you say to them?
Thank you or no I do not agree?

Do you tear up seeing your reflection
wanting to hide yourself from everyone
Due to a false body image
Thinking you are not worth it

When I look at my reflection
I see scars, both on my skin and invisible ones
I see an imperfect body
Wishing i could scrub away the imperfections

When I look at my reflection
I see my grandmothers nose
Plain thick brown hair, the tips kissing my shoulders
Eyes color of mud, at times are lifeless

When I look at my reflection
I see my own tiger stripes that gave my son life
Hips that brought him forth to the world
Thick thighs on short muscle legs

Is this reflection true?
Its hard to say
Maybe you can tell me if I'm wrong?

2013 Jennifer Dante

Jealous

Weak of minds
Jealousy starts its work
planting false ideas
playing on insecurities
Destroying
Plaguing
until nothing but ruins are left
the damage already done

It moves onto another victim

2013 Jennifer Dante

Wordless Wednesdays

All these images have in one way or another inspired my poems

Blog Hop

How it all started

I was told by my good friend Ashley Nemer said I should start blogging , so here am I .So for my first blog I decided to talk about how I came into writing . In middle school I had an assignment to write a story and I remember watching some mystery movie about a mirror on TV. I cant remember all the details about it however I based my story on the movie.  It was about a mirror in a attic and a group of teenagers. I did receive an letter grade of an A on the story. Since I received such good feed back on that story, I wrote a another one about a child wishing for a toy that was in a window of a store.

Last night while was I trying to find both stories I had written, knowing I had kept them when  I came across another story i had written I believe in high school.  It was called East Coast. I had about 12 pages back and forth hand written on the story.  I also had done a power point thing, listing both main and sub characters that included their names, ages, looks, relationship status and so forth. I had laugh at all the details I put into it because now as I'm writing a short story, my organization for it was so different now.

Until Next Time...

The Surprise

I had just finished a jog along the shore of the beach. My smooth silky skin gleamed in the sun light, as I walked up the path from the beach to my deck. I grabbed the towel off the rail and began to wiping down my body. I brush over my each arm, then bending down to do each leg. Standing back up, lifting my shirt off and over my head; I brush over my abs and up and down my chest. I sweep towel down and inside my sports bra walking in side. Rolling my shoulders, I begin to stretch my limbs out, my body felt stiff and achy.

Padding inside the house, I remove my clothing, leaving a trail to the bathroom. A long hot shower was what I needed. Entering the bathroom, I turned on the shower letting steam from the water fill up the room. Pushing the shower back I stepped inside and under the overhead, letting the hot water run down my body, following the dips and curves of my body. A smile spreads across my face, memories of the last time I was in this shower. I was down on my knees, gunner’s fingers in my hair as I sucked on his cock. My hands now drifted over my harden buds, I rolled and pinched them between my fingers. I could feel the heat spread across my body, the ache between my legs starting. I had to stop myself, I wanted to ready when he got home. I finished up my shower and dressed in a wife beater, not bothering with a bra and boy shorts.

I was about to order some take out when I hear a knock at the door. I wondered who it could be. Opening the door, I see a young woman with a folding table and bag over her shoulder.

“Ms. Rhea?” said the girl. “Yes, can I help you?” I leaned against the door way, she was a cute little thing. “I’m Quiao from the Golden Dragon Spa. Today is your in home massage” she said walking pass me and inside the house. I closed the door and was puzzled that it wasn't time but I thought what the hell, she was here and my muscles were still sore and achy. I followed her in the living room where she was already setting up. I walked into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water, entering the living room, the curtains were drawn, lights out and candles lit. As my eyes followed around the room, I saw she was now wearing a silk room that open showing the sides of her perky breasts. In a second she was disrobing me and I was helped onto my stomach.

Her warm hands parted my legs a bit as she worked on my calf muscles, kneading and rubbing them. She took her time before making her way up the backs of my thighs. I could feel my pussy twitch, the brush of her fingers just inside my thighs close enough to my folds. Her hands left my legs and rub my back and shoulders; I let a moan escape my lips at how good her hands felt against my skin. Her hands swept down my sides, feeling the tips of her fingers brush my breasts, at the moment I felt them harden against the towel I was laying on. I never got so turned by a massage before, I could smell my arousal in the air and if I could, so could she. “Please turn over Ms. Rhea” she said and when I did, I was met seeing her naked standing next the table.

My lips parted seeing the sight and next think I knew her lips were against my own, her hands roaming over my body, making way to my legs. Her small had parted them, her fingers meeting my moist folds. We broke off the kiss, kissing her way down my body. Quiao’s mouth was sin against my nipples, her tongue swirled around the harden buds, gently sucking them making them stand at attention. Quiao then moved like a cat hopping on up on the table, she moved my legs to bend at the knee. “You need help Ms. Rhea” Said Quiao. I held my breath as I was met with the teasing of Quiao fingers, moving up and down the opening of my folds, in a second the fingers where gone and I felt the tip of her tongue doing the same motion as her fingers just did. So her mouth was on my pussy, lapping of my juices that were welcoming her. Quiao teeth nipped and played at my clit, again her fingers slide inside to the knuckles. I let out a moan as she found my g-spot. My body jerked and arched off the table, Quiao stroke my g-spot , her fingers curling against me, my walls pushing against her fingers, I knew it was a matter of minutes. I felt her purr against me, knowing my juices were filling her mouth up. It was all over with, her mouth latched on to my clit sucking on it hard, her fingers thrusting in and out a slip of her thumb in side my ass and my body exploded from the orgasm. I finally came down off the height of my orgasm as I heard something from behind me. I sat up to see Quiao licking my juices off her fingers.

“Hello candy girl” said Gun. I jerked my head to the left seeing them standing there in the living room, stroking his hard cock. “Did you enjoy your present” He said to me and the only thing I could do was shake my head yes.