Honey Drizzled….

This man…

Honey glazed.

Serendipity filling me just from his gaze.

Bemoaning from the depths of my soul.

Fierce from the top of his head to the tips of his toes.

Warm like a blazing fire on a winter mountain top.

Sugary smile, in his taunting, sultry way.

Eyes the center of the universe.

Gravitational pull, all in the palm of his hands.

Querer. My desire.

No more words to describe the glory found in him.

Silent admiration.

of his.

Honey drizzled skin.

I see him.

He see’s me.

It’s not just eye contact it’s our breath shared in sync.

Comfort in my soul.

nearer than kin.

Not a dream but reality we share.

My man and his honey drizzled skin.



Pain and Happiness


Daily Writing Prompt - Writers Write Creative Blog

So here I go again trying my hand at another writer prompt and my own Prompt me I dare you posts. I hope everyone enjoys, as I muster the words to edify literature of the name of the Twenty-first century.  🙂




People try to Paint a reflection of Pain.

The color doesn’t exist.

Trying to compare blue to feelings, is beyond its untruth.

No one can come near the color of pain.

We know not of his hue.

His pigment can’t come through.

We have not enough light receptors within our eyes.

Not able to perceive its richness.

Pain is unreflective.

Hence his lack of hue.

Pain, you want me to write about the color of pain?

Pain is the color of our faces when relatives don’t return from war.

It’s also the indescribable accumulation bubbling deed in her chest when they tell her it was her fault. And is she sure she did not consent to his conquest?

Tell the doctor you can not number it either.

Scream out to society it’s not something that’s from without this things starts from within.

This silhouette of pain shrouds every one of us from fetus to the grave.

Gauging out our eyes and refusing light to come in.

Pain ain’t got no number so stop asking from 1-10.

Pain is a shadow that doesn’t know its place, He’s rude, knows no manners, and lets not his host retain a somber face.

Hey, watch out, he can make you bitter, unreasonable, indecisive, petty, and unattractive.

Guess what? None of those are colors.

No color wants to color his face.

Pain has not a color, hue, pigment, tint, and or fragment of a reflection for our eyes to pierce him in his face.

Thank God we know not of his hue because if we did He may look like you.

Like you, Me, Her, and Him. Pain might resemble us all.

Again, Thank God Pain ain’t got a hue.






Neither bitter nor sweet.

Beautifully in between.

My taste buds have yet to arrive.

Deceitful, or better known as divine.

My taste buds have yet to arrive.

Potent and always compelling.

Dazzled, by its wonderful scent.

I was told about learning and knowing of this taste.

Yet happiness is not found in this place.

My taste buds have yet to arrive.

Come forth, I reach for this gentle taste.

Heavenly, no it’s eternal.

Relentless in its ways

I have yet to savor this taste.



I Should Have Read the Contract!

I should have read the contract

But how could I ?

It was never spoken, written, or even implied.

Still , I should have read the contract.

At least in between the lines.


I didn’t want to think about the fine print.

I signed in my hearts blood, mixed with oddly lolng hours.

I eluded myself.

Thinking that he was Gods gift.


I trwirled just for him.


Soon the contract started getting clear.

He enjoyed his own company.

And resisted me coming near.

He had no home, so I assumed he was alone.



No, lets be honest.

I met him alone.


Simply thinking,  “I’ll just be his home”.

Wistling my own tune.

Jumping and skipping along to the beat.

Not tricked, beacuse that recuires a trick.

He had no magic stick.


I…… carressed my thigh.

Imaging his on mine.

I should have seen the sighns…


I chased, but there was no hole.

Only Alice, in her own wonder-liss land.

Trying to exscape.

I chocked on my happiness.

Trying to profess him into my life, by planting seeds.

Ended up with weeds.


I should have read the contract.

No, I should have ripped it to shreds.



Be carful what you embrace.

A venamous, viper of a plant.

I dangled by my neck

Excreting my last short, sarrowful breaths.

This is my own fault.

I should have seen the sighns.

Or at least the pickit signs.

The over grown earth.

The desolate and sodden view.


A blood- orange sun that never sets.

Scarecrows, with trodden picket fence.

No life, sounds, or people for me to view.


As I dangle, its my hands that strangle.

The air is now thin.

Lungd no longer growing big.

Now I’m left to only fantasize.

About what our lives could have been.

I’f I headed signs.


“Beware, of lost boys”

“Those who rome”

“seam lost and without real homes”

“Glazed brown eyes”

These are the signs.

Fun at first.

Its a spectacular kind of high.

And hear I lay.

No longer can I complain, just a sigh.

I’m the one who let my decernment cease.




Ascension: Cinnamon

Hellow, and greetings to all. I know the post of the week is late but all is well. And I hope its enjoyed.

A color poem is whats in mind.

This kind of poem is my own personal invention. One where every line includes a color.

This particular poem today is a man’s description of a woman.

I hope everyone is familiar with their colors.

It’s not really necessary, just ask google.

Without further ado:




Yes, tawny was her hair.

Syrupy, was her ting.

Mint was her air.

Cinnamon, are her eyes.

Walnut, etched cheekbones.

Ginger on her backbone.

And a brunette colored spine.


Mulberry twing, about her hips.

Boysenberry were her lips.

Tangerine, were her hands.

A sandstone brine, for her hind.

Spice, in between her thighs.

With a butterscotch undertone.

Had on a honeydew kind of dress.

With a brick house of a stance.

Arctic, was our view.

Candy was her tongue.

Marmalade, I sniffed her Perfume.

Honey was her touch.

Golden is her hue.

Lemon, she had much zest.

Fire etched her eyes.

Aries was her sign.

Male Masculinity and Relationships

Something I noticed through personal experiences was males and their heightened sense of masculinity. Simply from observation and a few occasional questions. Confirming my conclusion, was a recent discussion with my mother and sister; we agreed that some men have a false sense of masculinity.

I do not blame them for this abnormality, some traits are simply social learning. Nonetheless, we all as adults have to come to a point in our lives where we begin to challenge our socially learned behaviors.

I am also aware of the sensitivity around this particular subject, however, I can not idly stand still. At the very least I have to share my point of view. This is a subject that I plan to expound deeply upon in the future as I continue to personally contemplate its veracity. Currently, I plan to skim over the top just to pique others opinions.

Male Masculinity; Male Relationships:


During my observations, I have come to notice how men have a slightly altered conception of what masculinity is. As well as proper alleviation methods of emotional scars, that are attached to mans view on masculinity. These observations are predominantly pertaining to heterosexual African-American males.

In our society, I believe that most males are not prepared for the emotional and or psychological scars attached to a broken father relationship or from not having one at all.  We openly discuss how these males are affected financially and educationally.

Our society promotes and helps many to believe that if they have succeeded in these two fields without a  proper male guide or relationship then they have overcome this obstacle called masculinity.

Yes, this is a  huge accomplishment but you are most likely not a well-rounded male. Who fully understands manhood, adulthood, and masculinity.

If you do not have a proper definition or example of something chances are very slim that you truly understand the concept. Now you can be aware of how a proper relationship is supposed to be conducted from a distance. Even this hinders you to only understanding mentally, not emotionally. In other words, it’s comparable to sympathy and empathy.

Sympathy is you logically and or are mathematically calculating to understand the concept and reality of what the relationship is in its proper form.

Empathy, is living and feeling through personal experiences, the true give and take behind proper healthy male relationships.

With that being stated, if you do not have a proper upbringing or life experience in a healthy male relationship, the odds are that your living under a pseudo-masculinity.

Examples: of false male masculinity.


  1. When you easily internalize and feel that your masculinity is being challenged when you are disrespected by another human.

For further example, I was talking to my brother about different kinds of disrespect. I asked if he knew of different kinds or if he immediately interpreted them as a challenge of his manhood? His response was that he never considered there to be different kinds.

And I explained that it all depends on the relation.

  • One can be disrespected on a human level: not given their rights as a fellow person.
  • Intimate disrespect:  not acknowledging their right to information based on the deepness of the relation.
  • Either disrespect to womanhood or manhood: This one is more generally pertaining to an adult not being treated with general adult curtsies.


2.  When you do not understand the concept of respecting another man’s authority.

I have observed that some men have a hard time submitting themselves to another man in a higher position. They believe respecting another mans authority somehow diminishes their own.

Never realizing that they have nothing to do with each other. They feel threatened and believe at any moment they may lose whatever masculinity they have if they show respect. In some instances, they’ll have an understanding that respecting another man will not destroy their masculinity. But then they have a tendency to level the relationship, not knowing how to properly reverence an elder. They turn the respect to a general adult courtesy. which is not the same thing.

3.  You believe that there always has to be a top dog in multiple male relationships.

Unable to generally respect each others standing. No one has to play the bitch role. In a friendship, you have to decide what societal rules are governing the relation.

If there are three males in a relationship, where two went to school together and they both meet the later at work. The two school peers should be equals. In most instances, this is not so. One either is highly found of the other and therefore loves or cares more for the other and allows him to play out his desire to be in the leadership role. Or the submissive male, views himself inferior in some way thus, the reason behind his willingness to submission; allowing the other male to play the dominating role.

It is the same as a male and female relationship, the woman loves the man Therefore she allows him to play his desired role. Or the female has an inferiority complex and she is attracted to a super masculine male. Who has a false sense of masculinity, because if he did not he would not find this woman or this kind of friend attractive. Or better explained as ego boosting, giving them the constant approval that they need.

Back to the beginning example, when the third male comes into the relationship. The hierarchy is in need of a reshuffle, if the new male is dominating, or does not have a false masculinity issue. Who does not need an insecure male to feed into his dominating desire of a role in the relationship?  He has the desire for an equal, IE; companionship.

Someone who he does not have to play the dominating role around. Who can think of their self, not needing a dominant male to make decisions in the friendship and or relationship?

4.  When you do not like and or are unwilling to submit to a female as an authority figure.

This is similar to the inability to submit to male authority. They feel threatened when they are placed in the position of learning from a female. So just switch out the male to a female and you have the same concept, but the intensity heightens.

5.  When you believe that a woman’s place is in the home.

With this belief, you’re sending everyone a message that you feel threatened when a woman has a job, business, or is simply able to provide for herself.

Which make no sense at all. You’re insecure in your masculinity, adulthood, dependability, and mental capabilities. And you constantly need to be needed, rather than wanting a woman or spouse who simply wants you around for the want of companionship. Not necessary survival.

This is similar to a handsome man surrounding himself with undesirable men to constantly reassure himself of his good looks.

This is a serious inferiority complex, but not our normal complex.

Same thing with a smart man surrounding himself with idiots to constantly reaffirm his belief in his mental ability.

Lastly, someone who constantly hinders their child from growing and becoming independent, because they need to feel needed in life.

These are all the same characteristics, just transpired in different walks of life. And for some particular reason, our society ignores them in the male; with their false sense of masculinity.

Now, this is completely separate from man’s desire to be in leadership positions. But this false masculinity can spill over into this area of a man. Causing their significant other ( IE; woman) not wanting to give in to their desire for leadership roles.

Women naturally prefer the role of helping and the man relishes in the field of delegating out tasks. And there is nothing wrong with these desires. when a woman loves a man she will willingly let him lead, not because she doesn’t know how, but because she loves him and its what he wants to do. And she wants him happy. And vice versa, relationships are all about give and take. Sacrifice to make the other happy.

It is a long tale of why and how we have come to our current misconceptions in the field of relationships between men and women. One can start the breakdown by reading The Five Love Languages. An amazing book by Gary Chapman.

  1. Words of Affirmation: Someone who uses words to affirm other people. Someone who wants love expressed to them through words “I love You”…..
  2. Quality Time: All about giving the other person your undivided attention. Unlike the words of affirmation, words are cheap and don’t please them.
  3. Receiving gifts: Receiving tangible gifts make them happy and feel loved.
  4. Acts of Service: Actions speak louder than words, and want to be gifted with a helping hand in life.
  5. Physical Touch: A touch of the hand to show genuine concern and love is what gives them joy.

With that now being said, my sister and I have proposed to do a polling of men to get a wider understanding of how this specific demographic of men portray masculinity, adulthood, and healthy male relationships.

We also want to gather other women experiences, to see if what we have discovered is a widespread trait.

The Questions for women and then for men are as follows.

  1. define masculinity.
  2. Define healthy male relationships between father and son, brother to brother, friend to friend, and stranger to stranger. Probe for in-depth explanations of boundaries and intimacy in these relationships.
  3.  Give examples of what you have personally witnessed in these types of relationships.
  4. Are they what you define as healthy?

Then ask yourself the following.

  1. Do you think males have a false sense of masculinity?
  2. Do they seem to quickly feel that their masculinity is being threatened? On a scale from one to ten grade your encounters?
  3. Do most men you know have male relationship issues?


When Hearts Ache

It started as a crack

When Hearts break the world crumbles in place

A shattered heart, a mountain tumbles

Her love was fickle; she never stayed her ground

She left The King for many new Suitors

Causing rips and the ground to crumple

The world reflected the Kings Heart.

A constant struggle

Her lovers were never loyal

Leaving her naked and wholly uncovered

Still, The Kings love never wavered

He willingly, let her wonder

“She herself would have to decide”

To never leave and cease the worlds current plunder

A reflection of His grace, The King, and his bride

Hence this world and the putrefaction of this place.

Mountains part and the deep, vast oceans sway

Sweeping land, oh what a punishment of a place

What will remain?

Till the bride seeks Her Kings face

Vowing Her love and abiding in His grace

To love The King

Her Kings love has yet to cease

He’s Kind, Gentle and Meek

Patient, and never loses Peace

A Long Suffering King

Forever Joyful; He Sings

Calling His bride, to his feet

Pleading Her Cause; exuding a pragma kind of Love.

Calling her to amend her past

The King has made a decree

If you love me, come, and let your lovers be

Follow my straight and Narrow path

No longer waiver

Abide in Me and I in you, and I shall direct thy path.

Ode to Joy and Peace

No longer carving valleys, grand canyons, cracks, and crepes.

My Precious Bride;

Come forth so this world can cease its cry!pexels-photo-545960

Now here is my Prompt insperation. Plase feel free to tell me how I did, and also where you would have personally taken the promt.

This story just suddelny came to me as I was on my laptop scrolling through pinterest.



Prompt Me I Dare You!

This is where I showcase my creativity and some other parts of my inner character.

  I will take prompts that I like from Pinterest and many other places including you my readers. In the comment section, you can let your imaginations run rapid in thinking of prompts for me to run with. 

   They will be short and straight to the point just like a big bang. (fingers crossed) 🙂

  Unless you guys type scream for and an encore of the stories, then and only then will I try to indulge my readers into more in-depth stories based on simple one-sentence prompts.

  So let the games begin and please be slightly easy on me because I love a challenge but I hate to lose. Aint that a Contradiction! So make me struggle but not to much. You know what I’m saying right? I’ve digressed slightly, untile Count 1.