Category: Just me


Hope

sweetteablack

Hope

It’s such an intangible, everyday thing. There are small everyday hopes and larger life changing, earth shattering, mind rendering life or death hopes.

I had a dream recently. The Dream scape was dark and , it was life at its rawest. No cover ups or fronts here. This dream, this memory won’t fade from my mind. Where hope is a bright ball of light. So shiny, floaty & beautiful. We are often drawn to it like a moth to a flame. No matter how high up and out if reach it may be. Hope can mean so much. Hope for a better tomorrow, a brighter day. Hope also tires into other things so closely like Trust, Faith, Love, Future.

We strive to reach goals in the hope that they are attainable. Without that bright ball of light, we can become lost, afraid, stagnant. Without tomorrow, why go thru today?

In this Dream scape, hopes light can be at arms reach or in the clouds themselves. The world is so dark that all the hope lights can be seen sharply & clearly. They shine that much brighter. The are dark unlit high rises, mountain ranges, hills, cliffs and gorges. Most hopes you have to climb for.

I can see myself on my first big climb. I was so much younger and cheerful. I had a bright smile then. I had so much hope for the future and felt things usually work out somehow. I saw this big shiny cheerful hope high up on a mountain side. I knew I could reach it and things would be okay. I started up the side of the mountain on a slippery trail, yet I had no doubt I would make it to the top and attain what I sought. I had to use hand and foot holds next as I climbed a sheer face on the side of this mountain peak. It was a tiring climb but I smiled the while way up. I was almost to the top! When I stood at the top I seen hope. So shiny & so close. All I had to do was jump! I didn’t even think twice, I jumped! I reached out to catch that light, still holding onto faith. I touched it and felt the warmth of the light, then it was intangible and I fell. Only then realizing how high up I had gone. I still maintained faith that it wouldn’t end like this. I was hopeful.

Even with wind rushing past me and I gazed up at that ever more distant light, I wouldn’t just crash right? The fall seemed slow and long. I was just beginning to think I would fall forever, then I crashed. My body impacted the ground so hard I bounced and there was a crater where I hit. For a second I was numb and hopeful, then the pain hit and I felt every muscle, bone, organ and nerve ending scream in agony. I couldn’t even cry out for the impact had left me without breath with which to scream. Tears fell down my face, it hurt so much. I couldn’t believe it happened. I lay there a few days screaming inside my own head. No one heard me. No passerby in this dark world stopped to see if I was okay. Everyone is on their own journey and I was alone. I realized I wasn’t going to die so I got up. I was broken and bruised beyond repair but I had faith and trust. Things would be okay somehow, right?

As I continued on my journey, walking roads, streets, dark forests, searching.. I continued on and told myself that it was just a fluke, just a once in a lifetime occurrence. I started to run across many small hopes, day-to-day things. Some were only one or two stories high. Going for them left me with shallow cuts & bruises, but I maintained hope. I had to. Every time I think I caught a break, fall, crash, boom. Every time I was sure THIS time would be different. My next high up shiny hope was at the top of a high-rise building. It looked to be at least a hundred stories high. My mind said “Don’t even think about it, you know better.” My heart said “What if?” My mind says again “It’s not worth it! It’s dangerous.” My heart says to me “What if? It’s a gamble, let’s go.”

So I start to climb this building, and arduous journey to be sure. (Yes, the elevator would have been the better route to take, but apparently as the moral of this story goes, I’m a dumbass.) So I climb straight up, tired and fatigued I finally reach the top. I see the light of hope so close, I want it, I need it. This time I do hesitate, but like a moth to flame, I run and jump over the edge. Reaching with both arms, this light I need so bad. My arms wrap around it and I feel it so warm and soft. I can’t hold onto it and I fall. I fall so fast it feels like a giant hand is pressing on my chest. My first fall was a leisurely stroll compared to this, I barely had time to register before I hit the concrete ground so hard nearby buildings shook. The impact left me screaming in silent agony once again. My body damaged, but healing already. My mind.. Not so much. I said to myself “I can’t, not anymore. I can’t do this anymore.”

For the first time in my life, I had No hope. No tomorrow, no future, no light, no smile, no laughter. I was alone and I was tired. I decided to lay there until I was no more. I couldn’t get up thru the pain. I had no reason to. My thoughts went to the ones who do need me, so I had to get up. I still had no light. So I just walked with little destination in mind. I had no hope. Walking on a desert road, I started to see a light. I knew it was hope there. Taunting me with that deceptively cheerful glow. I knew better. I kept walking but knew I would not be fooled anymore. Never again. But as I get closer, I see how bright it is. I know better, I shouldn’t even look at it. I say fuck it and walk closer, it’s still far off to be so bright. As I continue to walk forward I see it floating above a deep, dark canyon. The other side is so far I can barely see it. There is no coming back from a fall like this. I shrug and say ” fuck it”. Story of my life. It’s still distant to the actual edge of the cliff, so I start running. Running faster than I ever have before.

~ Sweettea~

Erotic Dreams I, II & III

 

Your hand on my thigh creates a chain reaction traveling up my thighs to my core. i am shivering in anticipation of what is to come. Your strong hands and masculine fingers on my skin feels so good. I love the way you caress me just so right. I feel you brush over my hotspot as your hands slide up between my thighs. Ooo feels so good. Shockwaves of pleasure run through my body. “Do it again baby,Please” I say. I derive pleasure from your skins contact against mine. Feels so sensual, The definition of Pleasure and Desire. But i want more of you, I want all of you, and I want it now.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Your lips on my breast have got me excited and as you suck on my nipples i feel ripples and shockwaves of pleasure throughout my body. “Suck Harder baby” I tell you. i feel myself getting wetter by the second. Now I am impatient to feel you inside me. I want you so bad. But you are teasing me and pleasing me. Oh yeah, today is a good day.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I find myself craving you, needing you with such passion! I want you inside of me oh! How I want to Feel you in me. want to feel your desire. I want you to want me. I rub my hands down your back and love the feel of your skin. I love to feel you caress my skin. I can see how you love the feel of my skin under your hands. and when you hit my spot so good i lose control. My cries of passion enthuse you to greater heights. You thrust that much harder and I feel it and oh how I love it. It feels so good and I am so fuckin wet. I can’t control myself. I shiver as I come once again, my head so cloudy. the world has vanished. all there is is you. All I feel is you.

October 15th, 2009

Sittin out here on a cold night. I pull my coat tighter to keep more of my body heat in and I look around. Im not alone.. Im not the only one with no place to call home. ANd I think.. I am just glad my kids arent out here. I seem to keep thinking.. How did it come to this? How do I get out of it? I have been lookin for work. Shit.. I just had to get rid of most my interview type clothes cause they are too heavy to fit in my bag. I only have a few light things that i can roll small. Good thing it doesnt get too cold out here in southern Cali. Chilli but not too bad.. I don’t want to be here.. I could prolly whore myself out for a place to nap for a few hours.. But not worth it… I would rather sit here and think.. I would rather sit at a bus stop.. all alone.. Look at these near empty streets.. Listen to the silence of a city asleep.. Than have some dude touch me knowing he doesnt give a shit. Trust and believe I have been propositioned… “I will let you stay the night here.. if you.. do this, this and the other thang” I am like.. Im good.. I can chill for a few hours till
bout 5 am when buses and trolleys are running again… The hard part to me is carry all this shit around, lol. Just a backpack.. my computer case and a plastic grocery bag that has my goodies in it. Like a bag of chips, a muffin, a candy bar (I dont eat them really but just in case :p ) and a soda. I also have my coffee in hand. Iced Coffee today.. and no I do not care what anyone has to say about me or my situation. I dont care anymore. And most just talk to be talkin anyway… Whatever it is one might say I have already heard it..

I also wrote this on my cell to moco last winter..

I lay my hands on my head, My head hanging down. So tired.. Feels like the weight of the world on my shoulders weighing me down. I wish, I pray, I dream. Yet when I open my eyes, it’s all still the same.

I write, I sing, I dance. I read, I blog, I eat. I live, yet I am not living. I am just surviving, And survivng is often not enough.

I want to play, dance, sing, rest. I want to drive, write, cook and love. I need more than survival. I need to do more than snatch such few rare moments to stay sane.

I fight for my sanity day in and day out. I battle anxieties at every turn. Yes, I still sing, Yes, I still dance. But I do it to shut out the world, the hurt, the stress, the loss. I read to escape,I do my gaming to forget.. if just for awhile.. my troubles. I write.. So that my downward spiral into LaLa Land can be recorded somehow.

I just want to get it back, So carefree I was, So faithful, So sure.. it would all be okay. Today all I have is doubt. Doubt in everything and of everyone. My heart and mind shuns disappointment and joyful hope. Because the fall from those highs is oh so painful and excruciating.

Yes, I sing, I eat, I live. But for how long? Will there come a time when I sing and dance and chat all to myself? while pusing a cart down the street. Happy as can be in my escape from reality. The ultimate escape. Maybe I am already there.. One of those ladies and all that is holding it all at bay is a cigarette.

To be one of those who have given up, on hope, on life, on love. To be one of those who cannot see the ugliness of this world and its more than useless denizens, because it is too much to bear. To join the ranks of the crazies, to argue with ones bags and luggage. To laugh at a trees jokes as if we were the best of friends. Fighting invisible assailants and seeing things noone else can. to chose to forget all of this worlds pettiness and selfishness.

To be one of those crazy ladies, maybe with a bunch of cats or a bunch of hats. Sometimes this worlds truths are too much. Maybe, just maybe, To truly not give a damn what people think.. Might there not be bliss, might one be even closer to god when we can no longer see this world as it is? who knows..

But they say.. the lord wont put more on you than you can handle.. So I wait and I live and I see… I wait for one or the other.. I wait for my breaking point to bend no more I be done with it all.. I wait for Jesus to save me…

I pray, I dream, I eat, I live. I sing and I dance. I write and I cry.. Waiting ..

I wrote this, this past winter. i was going thru one of the most trying times of my life. I was texting it to my mocospace from my cell phone.

I dream dreams, Not of fancy mansions and luxury useless cars, i dream not of Bling, Bling.. But of my children. A car that just… runs.. A place to sleep and eat and bathe in peace. I dream of my children not being hungry, I dream of them having all the toys and things they need to be balanced individuals. I dream of my kids having decent, clean clothes. Not named brand this or that cause I do not want to instill such materialism in them. But I do want them to have clothes that will give them confidence they can grow into. I dream of teaching them to be thinkers and not followers of any in crowd. I dream of cooking for my children and my man.. serving good home made food at the dinner table. I dream of teaching them to cook and sew and to fend for themselves. I dream of a bed I can get into butt ass naked (cause I dislike clothes :p ) I dream of a man, who can lay there next to me in comfort. Just talking and holding and love. Nothing fancy or over done. Just us, having a family and living, loving and learning. Of showering and bathing in peace. Of decent lotion and being oh so comfortable and fresh and clean in his arms. No fancy jewelry or perfumes, No loud ass people in my room, all in my business. Just a door to a home that I can close it all out. Seems like simple things to me. Life things.

Food, Clothes, Shaelter.. Comfort..

I sit and I dream.. I wish and I pray, I hope and I Hope.. Its not asking too much…