NaPoWriMo 2014: Day 12

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Love at Last

The first time I fell

The desire was all-consuming

Lust turned to fascination

Fascination turned to wanting

Wanting turned to love

Love turned to obsession

The spell he wove had me so enraptured

That even when it became obvious that I was just his mainstay

That the love was completely one-sided

I couldn't imagine being without him

So for twenty-one years 

I was a prop in his act

He made me disappear when he wanted a fling

He brought me back with a snap of the fingers when he needed some stability

It wasn't easy when I finally worked up the courage to say no more

When the door shut behind him for the last time

I was left alone with tears that never seemed to stop

"Never again," I resolved

 

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Five years went by

I went to a Halloween party with my sister and her husband

I had no expectations when she introduced me to a colleague

I tried to ignore the fascination as we got to talking

I found myself wanting to know more about him

I told myself it wasn't desire

I never wanted to take that chance again

I didn't want to admit that I was enraptured

That he could easily possess my heart

My sister swore he was a decent guy

But how could I open myself to the possibility

Of being devastated once again?

I took the chance and asked him if he'd be free the following weekend

His smile both warmed my heart and chilled me to the core

We took things slow, enjoying a meal together Saturday night

A trip to the museum on Sunday

No more than a tenacious kiss until I felt a bit more sure

I could lie and say the love grew slowly

But it was there from the first

I put the lust on hold until I could believe 

This man wouldn't hurt me

We'll be married this Halloween

After six years together

I have only one obsession now

To keep him happy for the rest of our lives

~Adam~

For Dylan, the love of my life

The words:
                              desire
                              lust
                              wanting
                              obsession
                              fascination
                              possess
                              love
                              enraptured

No Poetry Style Begins With X

Since there is no poetry style that starts with X, I thought I'd share a poem about my seXuality. 

That is to say, biseXuality.

And all the eXtremely unseXy assumptions that are made about people like me.

Here is a good basic post about what bisexuality is.

UnseXy Assumptions

When people find out that I

Identify as bi

Sometimes they assume this means

I'm horny all the time

That I'll lay it on the line

With anyone who makes a pass

That all takers will get some ass

All they have to do is ask

Or maybe the assumption is made that I

Am telling a lie

Because there's no such thing as bi

There's only a pathetic chick

Who doesn't want to admit

She's really a dyke

All the guys think they can screw the lez away

Certain lesbians think I'm a traitor to anyone gay

Some people think I have it easier

Because I could go either way

But it's not that easy anyway

I don't always act on attraction

Don't give in to every distraction

In fact I'm not easy

I'm really quite shy

I never did find the right girl or guy

Don't assume things about me

Because of my bisexuality

And I won't assume things about you

~Leslynne~

Unlock the Penitentiary

Unlock the Penitentiary

Will there ever come a day when we can really be free

From the penitentiary of hate

If you say “I’m gay”

People should say “that’s okay”

Or if you happen to be fat

Fat’s where it’s at

We judge each other too much

On things that really don’t matter

I’d like for the day to come

When no one

Hates who they are

I want to see the day

When bullying someone for the way they look

Or who they love

Is what gets a person ostracized

I never again want to see

Anyone’s brains splattered on the wall

~Adam~

A response to the Citizen Cope song "Penitentiary"

Well I'm waiting on the day

When the people walk free to see

When the penitentiary is on fire

When there's no need

To bleed

For your mother or your brother

Or the one that bomes before you whoa

Well I'm waiting on a time when people walk free to see

From the penitentiary in our mind

When there's no need to bleed

For your father

Or your son

Or the one that you've become

When the penitentiary is on fire

When the penitentiary is on fire

I'm waiting on the day

When the people walk free to see

When the penitentiary is on fire

there's no need

To bleed

For your father or your son

Or the one that you've become and a

I'm waiting on a time when people walk

free to see

when the penitentiary in our mind

there's no need to bleed

For your mother

Or your brother

or the one that come before ya yea

When the penitentiary is on fire

When the penitentiary is on fire

When the penitentiary is on fire

When the penitentiary is on fire

Just a Drag

Axe Man admires the Ladies at the Just a Drag Peep Show

 

Image from Ministry of Burlesque

 

Just a Drag

 

Axe Man was sneaking a peek

At some ladies so sexy and chic

Axe is a bit dumb and can't understand

How ladies so gorgeously glam

Could have such a broad-shouldered physique

 

~Adam Everhard~

 

Note: Axe Man is one of our longest-running characters from the Netherworld blogs. He's the Norwegian Nympho of the intergalactically popular death metal sensation, Death Cheese.

 

 



Simply Adam

 

Simply Adam

 

A happy, chubby little fellow

The third of his parents’ children, their only son

He loved hugs and kisses and laughter

Maybe his family spoiled him a little because he was the baby

But he didn’t think he was better than anybody else

He was simply Adam

 

A good-natured kid, he was well-liked at school

Nobody gave him too much grief about being chubby

Because he had balls

Footballs, basketballs, baseballs

He was a good sport

He was simply Adam

 

As he approached puberty, he realized something disturbing

While a lot of his friends had started to notice girls

He thought of girls as nice enough

But oddly had no interest in being anything but friends with them

He didn’t want to kiss or hold their hands

It worried him, and he didn’t understand

He was still simply Adam on the outside

But he felt like there was part of himself that he now had to keep hidden

 

He was a faggot, a pervert, a queer

He wanted to be touched by a guy the way most guys want to be touched by a girl

When his friends looked at girlie magazines, he pretended that he was interested too

But the truth was, he had x-rated thoughts about young fellows

He was curious what it would be like to kiss a boy

Everyone else thought that he was still simply Adam

But he felt like a horrible monster

 

His middle sister, his best friend, noticed that something was going on

She asked him why he stayed in his room so often

He made excuses, but she saw through him

He finally confessed the truth to her through his tears

She told him that it didn’t make him bad, just different

“Everybody’s different in their own way,” she said

She was the only one who understood

But it helped him to become simply Adam again

 

In high school, he was a wrestling champion

He didn’t get aroused by groping other guys

Or roughly forcing them into compromising positions

But he certainly liked the awards he sometimes won for his performance

He also liked music and fashion and drinking beer with his friends

He felt like a phony sometimes because he couldn’t tell his friends the truth

But he didn’t want to stop being simply Adam to them

 

In college, he found others like himself, and he came out

For a while he overcompensated, partying too much

Drinking and cocaine and falling for the wrong guy

On the way, he found himself

Quit the drugs and the clubbing

Settled down and became

Simply Adam again

 

Today, he is a counselor

He is happily engaged to the right guy

He is a brother, a friend, a lover, a son, an uncle and great-uncle

He is okay with who he is

He is simply Adam

And he is glad of it at last

He hopes that one day no-one will feel ashamed of being gay

That they will be able to simply be themselves

~Adam~

 

I simply have to share this with you. It was part of the Write at the Merge prompt. It doesn't directly fit in with what I've written, but it will let you know a little more about me. I love stuff like this! It's crazy and it shouldn't work, but it does.

Also, the fiddle player is kinda hot! ;-)

Enjoy!

 

 

The Skeleton In the Closet

 

A maid was working alone

When she was surprised by a man made of bone

Out of the closet he strode

Then walked down the road

To the Rainbow Alliance's home

 

~Spectra~

 

 

 

Born gay, follow the ray

Born straight, refuse to hate

 

 

 

C is for Clerihew

Clerihew poetry is named for its creator, Edmund Clerihew Bentley (10 July 1875 – 30 March 1956)

Spectra will pop off a few for you utilizing some of our Netherworld folk, and herself.

Image credit: clairev / 123RF Stock Photo

Spectra Ghostseeker

Is a Tarot card peeper

A zany old lady

Who tries to make the future less hazy

Photoshop manipulation by Cie Cheesemeister.

Ed is on the left, his guy Dave is on the right.

Evil Ed is one of our borrowed characters. He was our favorite in Fright Night. 

Dave, who is our creation, is the twin brother of Dwayne Hicks (IV), another borrowed character.

Actor Stephen Geoffreys, who played Evil Ed, is openly gay. So we thought that Ed should be too.

Evil Ed is a vamp

Who's a little bit camp

We think it's completely okay

That he's openly gay

Stephen Geoffreys played Evil in Fright Night
That he wasn't more famous just ain't right
He's got less hair today
Which is completely okay.

One more, and then I must run!

Lafayette is furry and black
He's a cat, as a matter of fact
Good luck finishing your clerical task
As on papers he likes to crash

Thanks, see you at the Letter D!

~Spectra~