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Wednesday…
Hope everyone is having a good Wednesday. I have to say I’m amazed at how fast this week is passing for me. Strange when I thought it would drag on since it’s my first week back. 🙂
I want to thank you all for keeping Out of Bounds on the Bestseller’s List at Samhain. We’re holding steady at #5, though I’m sure that will change soon…lol. But still it’s nice to see that since Samhain is a new publisher for me.
Have a great day.
Poetry Train…
Strong Arms…
Strong arms hold me close.
Strong arms push me away.
I wonder why I chose to stay.
Strong arms keep me safe.
Strong arms crush me tight.
I wonder why I chose to fight.
Strong arms give me help.
Strong arms cause me pain.
I wonder what I hope to gain.
Strong arms enfold me.
Strong arms swallow me.
I wonder what I hope to be.
Strong arms keep me free.
Strong arms tie me down.
I wonder how I hope to live.
I wish I could stop wondering…
T.A. Chase c. 2008
Happy Friday and an announcement….
Some cute cowboy eye candy and he even has a Spiderman tattoo. 🙂
My announcement…nothing big, but I wanted everyone to know that I’m leaving on vacation at an ungodly hour in the morning tomorrow. We’ll be gone for a week and I wasn’t sure about the internet connection where we’re staying. But C has informed me there is a cafe near where we’re staying that has free wi-fi, so there just might be a chance I’ll be able to post the next installments of Death or Life? on time. Please check back on Tuesday and Thursday.
If that doesn’t work out, I’ll be back posting on the 5th for the Poetry Train. 🙂
Have a great weekend and week for that matter.
Wednesday Hunk
Happy Wednesday, everyone. 🙂
I want to thank everyone for their wonderful comments about Out of Bounds. I appreciate you not only buying the book, but also taking time out to let me know whether you liked it (or not…I’m willing to hear about how much you didn’t like it as well. 🙂 )
Have a great day.
Poetry Train
Into the Chasm
I stare into the chasm,
Studying the blackness
And wondering
Will it hurt when I land?
A light catches my attention,
Drawing my gaze to the other side
And thinking
Will it burn when I touch it?
Your face appears before me,
Smiling with hope in your eyes
And asking
Will I join you when I’m ready?
The darkness of the abyss frightens me,
Causing fear to boil in my heart
And feeling
Will I die when I step off the edge?
You call to me,
Begging me not to ignore you
And holding
Will you catch me when I make the choice?
I reach out with my hand,
Spanning the canyon
And touching
Will you protect my heart when I give it to you?
Our fingers caress,
Entwining together for strength
And trusting
Will we love forever when I bridge the chasm?
You nod.
I believe.
We’re together.
I stare into the chasm,
Studying the blackness
And wondering
Will it hurt when I land?
A light catches my attention,
Drawing my gaze to the other side
And thinking
Will it burn when I touch it?
Your face appears before me,
Smiling with hope in your eyes
And asking
Will I join you when I’m ready?
The darkness of the abyss frightens me,
Causing fear to boil in my heart
And feeling
Will I die when I step off the edge?
You call to me,
Begging me not to ignore you
And holding
Will you catch me when I make the choice?
I reach out with my hand,
Spanning the canyon
And touching
Will you protect my heart when I give it to you?
Our fingers caress,
Entwining together for strength
And trusting
Will we love forever when I bridge the chasm?
You nod.
I believe.
We’re together.
c. 2008 T.A. Chase
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Check out Rhian’s blog to find out who else is on the train. 🙂
Poetry Train
Sorry this is late, everyone. Had a big meeting this morning and didn’t have time to post it. Hope you enjoy.Pain and Pleasure
Wrists bound.
Back bleeds.
Blood sings
Body needs.
You press against me.
Pain races over my nerves,
Mingling with pleasure
To make me beg.
You take me in
And teach me
My secret need
To understand how to kneel.
Cuffs open.
Gag removed.
Order given.
I fall apart.
Your arms hold me close
Keeping me grounded.
I turn to you
Believing you know my very soul.
c. 2008 T.A. Chase
Poetry Train
(a little baby faced, aren’t they? But they convey the emotion I was looking for. 🙂 )Silent Tears
Silent tears trace paths down my cheeks.
My arms ache with the need to comfort you.
There’s pain in your smile.
Loneliness in your eyes.
Nothing I do will make it right.
I stand in the background and watch you struggle.
I know the truth
And understand the outcome.
You’ll move on without me.
The time has come for us to say good-bye.
At some point in the future, you’ll forget my face.
I’ll only be a bittersweet memory.
That’s all right with me.
I had you for a time.
I was your whole world
And you were mine.
I don’t regret any of it.
Relationships must end
All good things sometimes go bad
And simply fade away.
c. 2008 T.A. Chase
The Green Mile
I’ll admit I’ve never read the book, The Green Mile by Stephen King. And I refrained from seeing the movie for as long as possible because I knew it was going to be sad. Also, and this might get me in trouble with some people, but I just don’t particularly care for Tom Hanks as an actor.
But I ended up watching it last night and boy, it was a really good movie. All the actors were great…yes, even Hanks. Of course, I’m partial to David Morse…lol.
The way they filmed the movie made Michael Clark Duncan look enormous. I mean he’s a big guy, but in real life, he’s as tall as David Morse. The director happened to have directed one of my favorite movies of all times: Shawshank Redemption. Yep..another King story.
I hope you all have a great weekend. I’m looking forward to it. It’s suppose to be warm which I’m beginning to think is a myth…lol
But I ended up watching it last night and boy, it was a really good movie. All the actors were great…yes, even Hanks. Of course, I’m partial to David Morse…lol.
The way they filmed the movie made Michael Clark Duncan look enormous. I mean he’s a big guy, but in real life, he’s as tall as David Morse. The director happened to have directed one of my favorite movies of all times: Shawshank Redemption. Yep..another King story.
I hope you all have a great weekend. I’m looking forward to it. It’s suppose to be warm which I’m beginning to think is a myth…lol
Wednesday Hunk
Nothing interesting or new to report today, so I thought I’d give you some eye candy. Enjoy.
Have a great day.
Poetry Train
For the Poetry train today, I thought I’d post a scene that I wrote yesterday for the Flash Fiction over at SEx. It’s short and I’ll probably change the tense and pov, but I wanted to see if you all would be interested in learning more about the story. If not, I’ll tuck it away and not think about it again. (It’s not like I don’t have enough story ideas to keep me busy for years.) If you do, then I’ll make sure to mark it as a possible story line down the road. Enjoy.
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“Okay. I know you like to act all macho and everything, but we’re lost. We’re going to be late for the reception.” I fold my arms and glare at him.
“I know where I’m going.” His tone tells me he’s mad.
“No, you don’t. If you did, we’d have been there by now.”
“Do you want to drive?”
His statement makes me smile to myself. It could get me in trouble if he saw it.
“I’d love to, but you’re the driver I hired. You should know how to get to wherever I want to go.” I tug off my sunglasses. “Besides I’m blind.”
“Shit.”
I’m not sure if he’s swearing because I’m blind or because he’s frustrated. I pinch the bridge of my nose and sigh. “I can’t believe you’re this incompetent. Were you told to keep me from the reception?”
“Yes.” Something about his voice informs me he isn’t happy about that.
“Who would do that?” I shake my head. “Never mind. I know.”
“Listen. I’m sure you’re a great guy, but I don’t want my sister getting hurt.”
My laugh sounds harsh. “I’m sorry to tell you this, but she’s going to get her heart broken if she trusts Chet to be faithful.”
“How would you know?” The car stops.
“Chet told you to insure I don’t show up at the reception. He’s afraid I’ll say something to his wife.” I frown. “I’m Chet’s former lover.”
“I know where I’m going.” His tone tells me he’s mad.
“No, you don’t. If you did, we’d have been there by now.”
“Do you want to drive?”
His statement makes me smile to myself. It could get me in trouble if he saw it.
“I’d love to, but you’re the driver I hired. You should know how to get to wherever I want to go.” I tug off my sunglasses. “Besides I’m blind.”
“Shit.”
I’m not sure if he’s swearing because I’m blind or because he’s frustrated. I pinch the bridge of my nose and sigh. “I can’t believe you’re this incompetent. Were you told to keep me from the reception?”
“Yes.” Something about his voice informs me he isn’t happy about that.
“Who would do that?” I shake my head. “Never mind. I know.”
“Listen. I’m sure you’re a great guy, but I don’t want my sister getting hurt.”
My laugh sounds harsh. “I’m sorry to tell you this, but she’s going to get her heart broken if she trusts Chet to be faithful.”
“How would you know?” The car stops.
“Chet told you to insure I don’t show up at the reception. He’s afraid I’ll say something to his wife.” I frown. “I’m Chet’s former lover.”
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Check out Rhian’s blog to check out the other poems and stuff on the train.
