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Poetry Train reboot….


I thought I’d reboot my poetry train Mondays. I’ve forgotten how much I like to write poetry, so this’ll help push me to do more of it.

I’m not sure if I shared this one with you yet, but I thought I’d post it anyway. Just in case I didn’t.

Survive

As much as I long to spend time with you
I know deep inside it’s not the right thing to do.
The world we find ourselves tied inside
Forces us to dream and hide.
Sometimes silence is the only way
To hear the depth of what you say.
Yet with each step we draw near,
Toe maybe finding our way clear
Of the doubt and pain,
To shield each other from the rain.
Knowing you love and dream,
Even if it’s not with me.
Merely knowing you’re alive
Allows me to continue on and survive.
-T.A. Chase c. 2011

Wednesday Hunk


Here’s a poem I wrote recently:

I want a darkened hallway

Or an empty room

So we can wrap our arms

Around each other

And I can lean into

Your warmth, knowing

In that space,

In that one moment of time

I am your whole world

Just like you are mine.

-T.A. Chase c. 2011

Tuesday Thoughts


Here’s a poem I wrote a while ago. I hope you all have a great Tuesday. 🙂

The days slip away, one by one.

Counting down to the moment

When I must walk away,

Leaving you behind.

I know it’s the right thing for me,

Yet walking away from you

Is breaking my heart in a way

I never imagined.

Others tell me they see me.

Others tell me what they want.

Others believe what I show them.

Others see only what I wish for them to see.

In your eyes, I’m real.

In your eyes, you see all of me.

In your world, I exist,

Not as I should be, but as I am.

Each step away from you

Leads me down a different path,

But even when we’re apart,

You’ll be in my heart and mind.

You own a piece of my soul.

A part I can never get back.

You’ll always be my friend

And much more.


Question…



The question I’m asking is for me to see if it would be worth my time.

If I were to put together a book of my poetry, would you (my wonderful readers) be interested in buying it? It would probably be in print format, but if there’s enough interest, I could see about getting it in ebook as well.

It was a topic that came up this weekend and I was curious to know how many of you would buy something like that.

Thanks for taking the time to answer it for me. 🙂

Shay, the print version will be out the middle of October. At least, how it’s been going for the last couple of books I’ve had at Amber Allure.

Souix, I know it’ll be tough, but I do have a new story coming out in December, so it’s only two months without a new TA Chase story. 😉 But I am trying to write faster…lol. Darn day job.

Have a great Monday, everyone. 🙂

Poetry Train

Stop by Rhian’s blog to see who else jumped on the Poetry Train today. 🙂


A wave crashes against stone
A hand crashes against flesh
Like stone, the soul is immovable
Erosion will destory the stone
Faithlessness will destory the soul

Faith brings trust
Trust saves the soul
The soul becomes strong
Strong becomes stone
In Heaven, there are stones.

T.A. Chase copyright 2007

Poetry Train..


Here’s a poem for you all. Stop by Rhian’s blog to see where else you can go to check out great stories, poems, songs or whatever everyone has decided to post for the Train ride today. 🙂

Darkness over takes him
He hears a mournful sigh
He looks but sees no one
He didn’t know angels cried

Sunlight finds him hidden
Flush with life again
Twilight enfolds the city
His hunt begins

He feels his anguish
He feels his pain
He tastes his flesh
Only joy to gain

Darkness over takes him
He hears a mournful sigh
He looks but sees no one
He didn’t know angels cried

Centuries have passed
Still he lives
Hiding from light
Taking what the darkness gives

Remorse had taken hold
In the emptiness of his soul
He longs for death
He longs to be made whole

Darkness over takes him
He hears a mournful sigh
He looks but sees no one
He didn’t know angels cried

His ice flesh is now ash
His soul once more free
He stands at a fork in the path
What will his choice be?


Hope everyone enjoys. Have a great Monday. 🙂


Poetry Train….


Here’s an excerpt from a WIP that I actually just finished and sent to my cps to check out for me. It’s called Out of Bounds and is about a basketball player and a nightclub owner. Enjoy.

He shook his head. “I’ll just have some of your water, if that’s all right. I don’t drink during the season.”

The bottle was handed over and Kasey took a sip. He rested his head on the cushion again, watching the crowd dancing in front of him. His thumb continued to stroke over Gram’s knuckles. His eyelids drifted closed.

“Come here.”

His body was rearranged so he leaned against a warm body. His arms encircled Gram’s waist and he sighed. The nightclub’s owner smelled of smoke, whiskey and man. Kasey buried his nose in the crook of Gram’s neck and sniffed.

“This might not be smart,” Gram said. “But I have to kiss you.”

Kasey felt Gram’s hands tangle in his hair and his head tipped back slightly. He stared in surprise as Gram’s face moved closer to his and their mouths met in a soft kiss. Gasping, he shivered with pleasure while Gram nibbled on his bottom lip. He kept his arms around Gram’s waist, clasping them together at the man’s lower back. Lust swamped him, causing his eyes to close and his mouth to open, allowing Gram’s tongue to sweep inside.

Gram tasted of whiskey and smoke. A taste Kasey never thought he’d find intoxicating, but maybe it was more the man than the taste turning him on. Gram tugged on his hair, encouraging him to lean back without breaking their connection. Soon his back made contact with the leather couch and Gram was lying on top of him.

It had been so long since he’d felt the warmth and solidness of a male body pressed to his. He arched his hips, pushing their groins together. His tongue dueled with Gram’s, stroking and thrusting, learning the man’s mouth. Kasey became lost in the sensations of pleasure and passion.

Gram moved an inch away, tilted Kasey’s head in a different direction and dove back into the kiss, taking it deeper than before. Kasey’s groan rumbled in the back of his throat. His hands cupped Gram’s firm ass and squeezed in rhythm with the thrust of their tongues and hips.

Tingling in his spine and the ache in his cock told him his climax was close. It had been over a year since he’d come with another man that he wouldn’t last much longer.

Applause broke through the haze and he stiffened. Gram backed off the instant Kasey tensed. Shock iced through Kasey’s body when he remembered where they were. Shit. He was making out and dry humping the male owner of a nightclub in said nightclub. Fuck. So much for keeping his love life private. He was screwed if any reporters or enterprising would-be paparazzi caught sight of them. Gram sat up and helped him regain his former sitting position.

Kasey glanced around, trying to see if anyone watched them. The back section of the V.I.P. lounge being bathed in shadows was why he’d fallen asleep back there in the first place. So he hoped no one peered too close at the couple on the couch. Also, most of his friends at the club were lined up to form a wall of bodies in front of them. Garrett and the others weren’t allowing anyone to look or step behind them.

Gram cradled his cheek in his hand, brushing a shaky thumb over Kasey’s swollen bottom lip. “I’m sorry, baby. I know I shouldn’t have kissed you here, but you’re so fucking beautiful. I never could resist temptation.”

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hope you enjoy and have a great Monday.

Poetry Train…

This is part of a poem. I was interrupted before I could finish it, so I only got the first two stanzas written. When I finish the whole thing, I’ll make sure to post it (someday) for everyone. 🙂

Words have been lost

Sweet songs you sang are silent

With my eyes shut,

I’ve lost the memory of your face.


My arms are empty.

My soul is lonely.

I wish for night to fall

Hiding my missing heart.


Hope everyone has a wonderful Monday and stop by Rhian’s blog for a list of other people joining in the Poetry Train today.


Hop on to the Wednesday Poetry Train



Since I missed Monday’s Poetry Train, I thought I’d make up for it by posting something today.

I’ve been posting songs/poems that I’ll be using in one of my Home books…His Heart’s Home which features Derek, a country music star, and Max, the foreman at Tony’s ranch. What I’m going to post for you today is actually a scene from my WIP. Yes, I realize I haven’t gotten Tony’s story done yet, but this scene called to me and I had to write it down right when it popped into my head or I’d have forgotten it.

So tell me what you think of it. I will tell you it takes place closer to the end of the story. 😉

Their love making was slow and gentle. Hands roamed over chests and backs. Lips tasted soft skin at the small of the back and the crease of the knee. Fingers caressed cocks and asses.

No words were spoken. Each ‘I love you’ and every ‘good-bye’ was spoken with sighs and kisses. Their climax didn’t explode from them. It flowed like all the tears they would never cry.

Afterwards, they held each other tight, savoring the strength in their arms and the warmth of their bodies. They fell asleep, at ease with their parting.

So I’ve done some work on HHH and also Tony’s story. I promise. I’m really pushing to get it finished by the end of this month. I’m working on Out of Bounds to re-submit to Samhain as well. Who knows? I might have two books done by the end of the month and possibly both contracted by the end of July. Woo-hoo!

Oh Gina, if you stop by, Lisa posted a comment for you in my Three post. check out the comments. 🙂

Have a great Wednesday.

Poetry Train…



Another Monday and another poem. This is another one I wrote for my third Home book. I think I’ll have all of Derek’s songs written before I start the book. Haven’t thought of a title for this one yet. I’m terrible at naming my poems. I guess I think it gives what the poem’s about away. 🙂

Song # 3

Your lonely eyes steal my soul

One piece at a time.

Your soft and brittle smile

Breaks and mends my heart.



With strong arms, you

Hold my body tight.

Trembling hands

Touch my heated cheek.



In dreams, I

See your face.

In streets, I

Call your name.



The world tells us

Love is wrong.

Especially when we’re

The ones in love.



Yet through the

Yelling and fighting,

I can still hear

The steady beat of your heart.



It leads me in

A dance

To find freedom in

Your lonely eyes.


It’s still a little rough, but the feeling’s there. 🙂

Hope everyone has a great Monday.