Monday, September 26, 2011 | By: Chim's World of Literature

Book Review on "Trauma Alert” By Radclyffe

Book Review
Title: Trauma Alert
A first Responders novel
Author: Radclyffe


About the author Radclyffe has published over thirty five romance and romantic intrigue novels, dozens of short stories, and writing as L.L Raand a paranormal romance series, The Midnight Hunters.


Onto My Review

Trauma Alert is one of my first books I have read of the famous author Radclyffe. The intriguing love- romantic story takes mostly place in the Emergency Room.
The lead characters are Ali and Beau, to amazingly attractive woman with two different outcomes of relationships. One keeps her heart to herself in part of not getting hurt or feeling like she might loose the other. The other one sitting with a secret where she has made used of never falling for someone and not be able to put any emotion into a relation she has with woman.

Ali is a Surgeon and Beau is fire fighter. Equally strong females with a lack of not giving there hearts that easily. There past keeps them from wanting something everlasting, but it was until these two’s paths constantly got brought together with the jobs they do.

When Ali as tough as a nail met the striking and beautiful cocky and rebellious, drop-dead beautiful Beau Cross, the mutual attraction hits of but so is the mutual annoyance. 
When Beau asked Ali out on the first night they met and Ali turned her down, Beau couldn’t find it in herself why she couldn’t get this girl to have only one no strings attached date with her.
Beau’s partner bets her that she won’t be able to get even a date with the beautiful doctor. Beau accepts the bet than later Bobby knows how much the doctor has gotten under her skin.
Beau cockily tells Ali that they won’t have sex until after the sixth date, which is fine with Ali since she has no intention of dating the fire-fighter even once.

Every time Ali saying no which in fact Wynter, Ali’s confidant and also trusting friend and colleague later urges Ali to at least say yes once just for the sake of it.
Ali has a past she never revealed not even to Wynter. Later as the story develops she finally opens up about her sister and her need of never letting anything like that happen to someone she knows. And with Beau being a fire fighter a dare devil who’s constantly puts her life in danger is the one thing that Ali can’t deal with in the start. She has had relationships with woman that always ended up on the wrong side. They were all rebellious in there own nature. The only thing stopping Ali was that her sister died and she has never forgiven herself for being the reason her sister left that night and finding her death was the only thing that kept her from wanting to love someone that much again.

Beau Cross also sits with a deep secret and also her caring nature being protective over her sister and the ones she loves. Her battle of cancer and her having to end her career as a basket ball player.

Both are emotionally wounded characters who are unwilling to open their hearts to anyone, and that’s where the true conflict surfaces.
I can imagine both being in the medical field watching the trauma and horrors they live through each day could cause them not to open up easily. So it’s quite believable that a trauma surgeon and fire fighter would have immense trouble letting each other get close.

The problems may be typical such as incorrect assumptions (Beau thinking Ali called her Captain & Ali seeing Beau with another woman) and failure to communicate that keep the romantic contagonist at odds.
However it’s more effective when it’s understandable why they don’t ask the questions they need to ask and why it’s such a struggle to overcome stubbornness, fear, and hubris, therefore allowing one self to be vulnerable.

So the plot of the story doesn’t give you that instant bliss where the two characters falls in love and they live happily ever after, no it takes you through many twits and turns before it climax towards that. That is what I love about this novel.
It has two strong females, but each one lives with a deep painful secret each character hides, I couldn’t get enough of this book. I’ve read it the first time as the emotions it instilled me was overwhelmed.

The trauma room scenes and when Beau is on the job fighting to save people’s lives was so strongly written that you could feel each emotion and thought she has felt as she was out in the field.
These specific scenes also show you how risky it must be to fall in love with someone who has a job as dangerous as Beau’s.

When reading romance novels the most important things are for the reader is to feel sense of chemistry between the characters, and for the reader to want them to be together. I remember sitting on the edge of my chair as these two characters seems so perfect for each other, the chemistry was perfect.
Ali calls Beau “a walking orgasm”, who can deny blue eyes and blonde stricken woman.
Second the reader would sense how both their characters are meant for each other due to there pain and their similar personalities makes these characters right for each other.

Readers are going to love this series if it’s anything like Trauma Alert. This book is hard to put down and it will sizzle in the reader’s hands. I admit it happened to me over and over couldn’t put this book down.
The characters are hot, the sex scenes explicit and explosive and the book is moved along by an interesting plot with well drawn secondary characters, both of whom resist and fall head over heels.
Friday, September 23, 2011 | By: Chim's World of Literature

Unexpected Emotions

Unexpected Emotions 23/09/2011

Love is something we don’t always ask for,
It happens in an instant keeping you on the highs,
But never you thought it would go so quickly to the lows.
I was lost and alone, I was in my recovery
Until you landed on my doorstep,
I can wish this all away
But I cant you put yourself in that spot
Knowing it was wrong from the start,
Falling for you wasn’t the plan,
Our feelings weren’t suppose to move over
The line, which you set up,
But why did you let me fall,
Why did you pursue me knowing its not
What you were looking for,
Your intentions didn’t say we cant be anything,
Your intentions wasn’t misinterpreted when you kiss me,
When you told me you wont give up until the hunt is over.
I know you had a family, but why did you let it get
To where I was starting feel,
So all this time it wasn’t you intention,
That you didn’t give me the impression
You wanted more.
It happened unexpectedly.
We can’t ignore what was there from the start.
I loved kissing you, I loved touching you.
I liked being with you.
Now it’s all over, another painful disaster.
We can try to avoid the pain of feeling
Something for someone
But its impossible when you know its all happened unexpectedly.

Copyright C Davids 23/09/2011




Journal Entries : Lost In Love



I Found your journal....with five pages missing and it is...to your lover...Have fun....
Here’s To Love


Day One ~ 18/09/2011

It’s been a long time since I've been in this place. When you stepped into my life you brought with joy and happiness, the sensation of what that feelings brought to my life.
I'm just so glad I've met you.
But we so far apart in heart from each other. It’s only at night when I lay in my bed awake as I remember the love and joy you brought into my life.
It’s the best feeling you could have braced me with. Its something I wouldn't ever want to miss out on.
I feel like I'm truly blessed because you found me all alone in a world where people search in vain. But you found me and that's all I can thank the God above us knowing I was suffering from loneliness. You're the one my heart want to shower with love and adoration.




Day Two~ 19/09/2011


This morning I was coming down the stairs as I reached the bottom I saw the closet door near the end was slightly open, I don’t recall ever opening it, maybe I have I cant remember. As I slowly opened up the door inside it revealed a box that I haven’t been opening in months. Do you remember how much we would come in here, as we would hide gifts for the children? Honey I miss those days when you and the girls was my only hope. Ever since you’ve left nothing really matters.
Oh gosh I went of the topic now. I was inside the closet as I pull the box into the light. Right there on the second stair I sat as I open the box. As I open it, it held albums that we took on the vacations with the kids.
I took the one out with your smiling face, as I scan my fingertips over them.
A lonely tear dropped fell as it sinks into the paper.




Day Three ~ 20 September 2011

Babe I couldn’t ever imagine my life without you and the children. When I found you years ago, something in your eyes made me feel loved. I remember our song we use to dance to after the kids would go sleep.  It was “Here’s To Love by Roberta Fleck “ do you remember the love that was inside of you. Were what made me whole. For so many years being devastated by the people who came into my life and never stayed for long. Before you came along I was dead inside, couldn’t take another blow to my lonely heart. It’s only until you came, with those chocolate brown eyes, and that smile that made my knees go weak. I never understood when people say someone can make their knees weak. Now I do. Because that is what you’ve done to me.  I will always love you forever in heart.


Day Four ~ 21 September 2011


This morning I woke up an empty feeling swept over me. I turn to my right side and noticed it hasn't been slept on in almost a year now.
I feel a sudden burst of tears flowing like it has never done in so long.
I never thought this is how I'll end up, alone in this world. Sometimes I'd go into your closet and grab one of your jerseys and wrap myself in it and smell your perfume that still rest in the wool.
Baby will it ever stop, the ache inside of me. It gets lonelier each day that comes, I can fill that hourglass and there wouldn't be enough time for me to not dwell off to another memory.
Another happy moment filled with laughter and giggling of small pitter-patter. They’re little feet, their little fingers. How we use to sing them a lullaby as they hold strong onto our fingers. That was my happy moment, my place I've entered whenever someone comes to visit and find me off into another place of time.
Tomorrow is almost here babe, the day I've tried to avoid, but its important, for you, for me and our children.


Day Five ~ 22 September 2011


It’s finally the day that I have been trying so hard to avoid. The day I never thought would come, I wish deep down inside I didn’t have to feel this way about someone. You came into my life and made me feel alive. You created this vision for us that I was more willing to be apart of. I’m sitting here right now as tears willing to fall but I’m keeping them back because what is the use of the tears falling knowing that you and I never stood a chance. I've fallen in love with you so fast, yes they weren’t my kids, but I did love them as my own.
Babe I know you aren’t here anymore, you gone living another life with someone else.
My heart is probably going to take some time to be healed, to replace you with another person. But I can’t do that it’s been an entire year that went passed. You never knew what you left behind when you packed up yours and the kids’ things. You left behind only memories, photos, but you took more than that. You took my heart with you.
Wherever you are right now, just know I’ll always have a place for you inside my heart of what is left of it.
That song, “Here’s To Love” you were that ray of light that was always a constant in my life.
Goodbye my love.





Monday, September 19, 2011 | By: Chim's World of Literature

Love Letter 2

02 May 2011

  
Time is inconsequential as the words are always present in my soul, so the transposition from heart to paper is swift. The emotions come from the deepest core of my being...the place where no one but you can walk. There is a gazebo, replete with trellis ed adornments upon which Topaz roses grow. A weeping willow, ancient and wise with silent offerings of love and life, whispers softly its secrets to you as the wafting breeze strokes the strings of its mellow harp.

I was lost upon a sea of changes, winds and waves; searching...hoping in silent and profound prayer that somehow my redemption would appear. You came into my life and I realized that it was not something new that I had hoped for, but something as old as time itself, created at the beginning of all things...the absent part of my soul...the essence of my soul...You.

The day the kind fates smiled upon me and their soft, caressing winds blew my battered self upon the warm shores of your heart, I was born anew...whole once again. A someone, not just a broken shard. You have restored me. My heart, like the harp can sing again...can taste the flavours of emotion and touch intimately the tenderness within.

You, My Love...are the life within me. The breath of Spring and rejuvenation. The strength that carries me through the wilderness on my way home to you.

I Love you more deeply than I can express.

Yours Truly

Forever Love

Love Letter 1

A Letter to the one my heart seeks


01 May 2011

I'm writing this letter to the one I love. The one that I haven't yet met, the one that will complete this half of me as we fit the keys to each other’s locks. This to the love of my life the one that will make me the happiest woman in the world. I've dream of you. I pictured you in my memory. You the one that will make my sad days into happy days. Too watch you as you read the paper in the mornings or how you would stand in front the oven cooking up a storm as I put my arms around you as you snuggle into me as I kiss the back of your neck. The sweet taste of your skin and vanilla coconut shampoo under my nose, mmmmmm divine.

Also watching you sleeping at night that cute little button nose, you beautiful the woman of my dreams.
 Truthfully, knowing that you are alive and I can't be with you is an unbearable torment. I yearn to gaze into your captivating eyes. I crave your tender touch, your warm embrace and your passionate kiss. I yearn for the day when I can be with you.

Dearest, I believe that God blesses our love. It is a union of two spirits destined for everlasting happiness. Thus, you will one day truly become the star of my life that brings me light in this dark world, and warmth when I need it. You'll offer me the promise of renewal, the joy of living, the peace of mind that comes from sharing and caring, and that shoulder to lean on in times of stress. You are my one and only true love - my precious butterfly, and I will cherish you and love you forever.


Yours truly,

Forever Love

Finding Hope After All This Time

Finding Hope After All This Time

In the last few months that I have been
Through all the hurt that others has caused me,
The hurt that was done upon my heart,
It scared me; it made me chose to close
My heart for the sake of never getting hurt.
The fact that I have done things in my past
That I know I have asked forgiveness for.
Wanting to always die due to the hurt.
I have come to do some soul searching
Some healing on my own in the last
Few months that I do want too meet
That someone special, I’ll be good
At being a girlfriend to someone.
My sister and I had this conversation
It went something like that.
“I may have lacked a lot of things right now.”
She asked me, “ like what?”
I replied, “Certain things I have missed
Through the years, like being her everything,
Don’t cheat; don’t make her cry, don’t
Get her pissed or never ever choose sides.
Never give her a chance to doubt me,
And to love her and only her.
Make her feel wanted, needed and treasured,
Make her the beacon of my life.”
As I am telling her all these things,
It finally hit me that this things is
What I should have done in the start.
She said, “good.”
I then said, “ things like that,
The little things that would make
Them know I’m truly devoted to her.”
I just then also realized that I do want
A future with someone and I know
I can make them happy.
For the first time in a long time I can
Actually see that future and for
That I do want to be alive.
I’ve never felt this way,
At ease with myself and who I am.

 © Chimnese Davids, All rights reserved.







Wednesday, September 14, 2011 | By: Chim's World of Literature

My Two Mommies

When I was a little girl I never knew that I was different that my entire life wasn’t how other children’s households were.
My mothers raised me, both equally powerful women that I have looked up to since I was old enough to understand the whole living arrangement.
It never bothered me really, because one I was loved and I was taken care of, they would both walked into my room and read me bedtime stories.
My one mom Jaden she always would make the funniest faces. The other one she is my biological mother her name is Peyton.
My first day at elementary school I can remember that day as it happened the other day.
I remember my parents being extremely filled with joy as they drove me to the school, I was also happy because I was going to make lots of new friends. My parents stopped in the schools ground as we get out the car my mother open the back door as I climb out. We didn't notice anything out of the ordinary, but out of the corner of my eye I saw a bunch of people with white boards written in black on it. "Keep the Queers Kids Off Our School Ground." My mother Jaden had this look of fear spread across her face. I've never seen my mother so frighten nor ever saw her looking at me like she wished she could change this for me not to be apart of.
My mommy Peyton shouted from the drivers seat. " Jaden get in the car please." She didn't she stood there with me as everyone started to near our car.
First word that came to my mouth was, "Mommy what's going on." She didn't answer, but she kneeled down in front of me. The tears came falling down her cheeks as I wipe them as they come. My own tears later starts falling as a man came from behind my mommy.
"Get up!". He yelled at her. She stood up and faces the guy as she hides me behind her long legs.
At the same time my mom Peyton got out of the driving seat and came walking around as she too kept me closely towards her as this guy is shouting words of hate to them.
All my mother said was, " please sir we just here to take our daughter to school." He had his finger pointed to her face almost too close that it barely touches her skin.
"You and your bastard child aren’t welcome here. Take your child to a school that allows gays. We don't need her filling our kids minds with sinful lust." He spoke but while doing that, he spat in her face.
She pulls the guy by the shirt, just when she was about too punching. Another guy clothed in uniform pulled the guy away.
"You can push me all you want, but don't, don't you ever dare to say one more hurtful ugly word from that mouth of yours. I have every right to take my daughter to this school and not you are anyone is going to stop me."
It was that day I started to realize even at the age of six that people is never going to accept who my parents are. Also I've learnt from them that who I am and who I become doesn't matter if I love myself for where I'm coming from.
There are so many incidents like what myself and my parents had to live through. That also wasn't the first school that turned us away. My parent’s relationship has changed with every attack our family got from outsiders. If kids didn't call me names like queer kid, homo, or beat me up without doing anything.
My parents teach me to not let it get to me, to face the battles, but when I got to middle school it wasn't even harder then when I was little.
I am not gay, just because my parents were doesn't mean I am. I am there daughter and I love them.
They've protected me since I was old enough to understand.
I would go home in the afternoons and cry myself to sleep. Wanting to know what I've done wrong to be treated this way.
Its then when Jaden would say, "Baby you don't have to do anything, this is just our fate that people won't accept what's not real to them. Ignorance won't change, we've fought for rights since the 1980's we as the LGBTQ community has to stand by and create a better life for ourselves and our children."
Jaden was a lovable human being; she loves my mom with all her heart. Watching their love grows stronger and sometimes they do fight, but all parents do. That's just how life is.
My parents raised me in such away that I understand what it means to be gay.
Like for instance when one of my friends once asked me, "so where's your dad, because all kids have a mom and dad." I went home and I couldn't understand it I've never heard either of them talking about my dad. Jaden told me I wasn't born with a dad. There was never a dad; my mother had me by insemination. They explained to me each and everything. Questions that would come up like my background, about being teased and kids being mean to me. There was a support amongst the gay community as I've grown up.
Like all children, most children with gay parents will have both good and bad times. That's a given fact.



AN: This is my entry for Blue Bell Short Story Slam #10 Children's Literature.
I thought i would go the other way with the prompt and write something kids of the LGBT community does go through. Just to give it a voice. This story is fiction the characters nor teh story is real. Its all created by myself...I hope you enjoy this read.

Monday, September 12, 2011 | By: Chim's World of Literature

Celebrating Life

Celebrating Life


“The more you praise and celebrate your life,
 the more there is in life to celebrate.”


It was a day of despair
As I walk through the paths that leads up to
The only woman that has ever loved me,
Just remembering the glow in her eyes
As she would wait for me open arms
As I would walk up to her and she closed
Me into the warmth of her heart.
Facing this stone right now,
As I slowly letting my finger
Fall into the words scribbled on the stone.
Sometimes I think about life
And I wonder what celebrations
Is yet too come,
The birth of a baby, the day she goes to school,
Turning around as you see her aging into
A beautiful young lady,
Her graduation from high school,
Her first day at college, graduation,
Planning her life as she enters adulthood,
Getting married, her first born,
Her children growing up as they
Start their lives.
Her first grandchild, life goes on never ending,
But if we just stop for one moment and think
Of all the good that has come into your life,
The love you’ve received from baby until
You have to say your goodbyes.
I’m standing right at the foot end of a gray stone,
Where the only woman I have looked up to,
Is laying to rest, ten years has gone by.
She is no longer with us in this life,
But she left behind so many great amazing
Traditions that we have to carry on.
Celebrating birthdays, Christmas, New Years, Easter
To name but a few, but the most important of them all,
Would be to celebrate life.
To live each day as it comes,
Never hinder on the one you’ve lost too long,
Because they want you to seek happiness,
To get on with life, each day thank god
For giving you the life you have.
I am going to start celebrating life.
Celebrating my life.
The mere sense of living is joy enough.


Poetry Picnic Week#4
Summer VacationsGrandparents,  and Anniversaries”
 
 
I Thought I am going too write about something that has two of the themes in, one grandparents and anniversaries, but also focusing on the celebration of life.
We sometimes take life for granted.
This poem is also dedicated to the 11/09/2001
Also happy anniversary to JP community
2010/2011
 

 
Friday, September 9, 2011 | By: Chim's World of Literature

Reflection of a Faceless Woman



Reflection of a Faceless Woman

It started 4 years ago, the dream started with myself and the life I thought I would have with my ex fiancé when all of a sudden the dream we’ve both had turned into something that came surprisingly, but also something that I always knew I was hiding deep down inside of my heart. I never wanted to give it any thought; I forced myself not to let my mind drift to the thoughts that didn’t leave my mind. As whenever my boyfriend would touch me in places I wanted to vomit. As I would feel his tongue enter my mouth. I would focus myself not to pull away because in some way I did want this. I loved this guy with all my heart. Wanted a family and built a home with him. We were together 2 years, but as the time went on I started to feel different within myself. I didn’t feel like I fit into this picture that I have helped created with him. I no longer could see us being married, or the kids we both so badly wanted.

It’s one-day that I typed out this email to him and it I expressed myself in ways I never thought I would.


Dear Chase

The words that I always wanted to say just never could reach my mind, when you look into my eyes I know it says forever, but deep inside I feel that our story has come to an end. I know this might hurt you and perhaps one day we would find our way back to each other, because I will love you for as long as my heart would let me.
Being with you has taught me a lot about who I am, with you I didn’t have to pretend you accepted me for who I was and that was all I ever wanted, someone to look at me and see someone real, someone to be loved and to love you back. You have given me apart of your heart and I just wish I could have given you more than what you deserve.

As for this, this isn’t me saying goodbye for good, but this is me saying I want to be happy within myself.


As the email was sending off to him I never received any reply. He disappeared from my life since that day. But it wasn’t just because I had to let him go, or me breaking his heart. No it was about me being afraid of what my dream was telling me.
This dream seemed to be so real. The way I met her, the way everything in that dream turned from the husband I once had to the fact there was now a woman replacing him.

Four years of having this dream, it seemed someone was sending me a sign that I was sitting on something big where my orientation was concern.
The near fact that I could actually not be completely straight.

She was there always, her red hair, all I know is I can see her, feel her, touch her, but I have never seen her face as I would anyone else.
And it bothered me because I cant see her face, I want too I force myself too see if I can touch her shoulders and if she would turn around to face me, but never.
It’s a recurring dream that would constantly come in the last few years.
I always dream of this woman who has no face, however, I have a feeling that I know her. This dream keeps coming back. Just the locations would always change, but it’s always the same woman I dream about.



Face in dreams is a symbol of identity. When you see a faceless person in your dream, it may mean that there is a person that confuses you. He or she may be showing you mixed signals and you fail to identify the real intention of this person up to this moment. This dream may also mean you are hiding things about yourself and you have fears that they will be exposed. This is how I interpret dreams such as this one.

So for all this time i'm asking myself what am I confuse about. Who is she? Will I meet her? Will I one day come to terms that truthfully I am a lesbian myself.

The first year after my relationship with Chase ended I started to dig deep, I start asking a friend of mine some questions because I had no one else to talk to about this.
I was scared to be gay; I was scared to feel things for a woman. Yet deep down I always had this emotion that I surely am not completely straight.

Its months later that I had my first encounter with a woman online and through our conversations I started to feel things I have never in my life felt for a guy. She just lit me up, sending butterflies and all those things I use to hear women talk about. I’ve never felt this and it got me scared, because I was slowly developing feelings for her that I wanted more of her and the more I wanted the deeper the emotions felt that I scared myself and run away from the intense feelings she was giving me. That one night I called up my ex Chase and ran into his arms.

This is where I got my answers. This is where I finally accepted that this is who I am, who I have always been.
I was born this way, but I was trapped within myself. For 18 years I was living a lie. A lie that slowly, but surely ate me up from deep inside.
The fact i’m still living inside the closet hoping that one-day I will have enough courage to be myself. To love myself for whom I am. That it doesn’t really matter who I love, or who i’m with, but that I’m complete with my own self.
So many of us are out there, we hide under our fears.

I like how Ricky Martin said it in his book, “ From the moment I wrote the first phrase, I was sure the book was the tool that was going to help me free myself from things I was carrying within me for a long time. Things that was too heavy for me to keep inside. Writing this account of my life, I got very close to my truth. And this is something worth celebrating.”


That’s Ricky’s voice.

This is my voice; this is what I knew I always was. Even though people work so hard to get me to otherwise.

A Lonely Closet


It’s been a hard and lonely period
Coming to this stage
Where everything inside
Gets clostaphobic
I can stand the stench
The feeling of not
Knowing what to wear,
I start to think
Just what if I unpack
All my clothes
And run through
My lonely closet
Where I'm more lost
And alone to get out,
Scared of the things,
The words that may hurt
Deep leaving scars
Upon my heart.
A lonely closet,
But it shouldn't be
If you just take
Your own leg and left it out.
Hoping that it won't
Get butchered by
The ignorance of humans.
As I slowly climb out
One by one leaving
My door open.
Hoping that once
I'm out I won't
Get shut out.
But I can't sit in this
Closet alone forever,
I want to enjoy
The fun with other
Like-minded humans.
Who would love me?
No matter what.
That's when I'll
Empty my closet.
Or I could safely kept
In my head and heart
 Behind the closet door
To describe me you see
 I am a woman,
I am a daughter,
 I hope to be a mother,
 I am a human being
I don't have a lifestyle,
 I have a life
Why do we have labels?
Such a neat and tidy label
 To paste on me.
It doesn't begin to describe
 All that I am
But it could make you change
 The way you see me
The way your expectancy
About me
That being bisexual, to me,
 Means love without boundaries.
Loving someone for the person they are
And I really don't give a damn,
 How you may think that sounds
I love a person, not a gender
I know that you find this
 So very hard to comprehend
But if I try to explain myself,
 Would it matter?
If I told you I was gay,
 Would you understand?

I’m no longer trapped I know who I am. I slowly have let people know that I am different. But that fear of losing my closets friends would always hold me back from coming out completely.
I can tell one thing it took me 2 years to accept myself completely as being gay. I was the most happiest and also found love in the last 2 years and yes hearts gets broken its just a way of life.


“I thought, well, this is just the phase bit. Sooner or later I'm going to start finding men attractive. I never did. As I became more attracted to women, and I still wasn't getting attracted to men, I thought, shit, you're gay. And it was really quite a shock when it hit me.”

With time, someone who is gay will realise that not only are they sexually attracted to members of the same sex, but that this attraction is not transitional. This realisation could come at any time during their lives. Many people become aware of gay feelings during their teenage years, as this is when they begin to learn more about their sexuality and identity. However, the difficulties associated with accepting these feelings and coming out mean that many gay people don't identify themselves as gay until much later on in life.
Wednesday, September 7, 2011 | By: Chim's World of Literature

Lioness vs Lioness




Lusty Leos


She's new to my world,
I don't know how this all
Come about,
It’s that cosmic flow
Between two stars
Unknowingly drifting towards
Each other as orbits
Coming at each other
With a firing speed

As these two collides
In a fast pace.
Nothing can control
The emotions that's
Going at it as these two
Fiery stars collide.
They represent charm,
Entertainment,
But it feels too much
Of a good thing
All at once.

The air of mystery
Should always be kept
Alive not to leave
Each other bored.
Her fiery nature
They're signs that
Are flirtatious
And never back down
A challenge.

Passionate, giving and caring.
 It is the rhythm of life but
to be a part of her life
 you must first earn her admiration.
 She's unusual, complicated,
 and opinionated but
she can be one of the most
 beautiful experiences in your life.

How fast can this speed
Of two similar stars moves.
The fiery lust and passion
Explodes as these two
Comes together,
An extravagant feeling
Of pouring the cupids arrow
In the same direction.

They creep under your skin,
Making you crave them
As thought of lust
Running through your mind.
Like the animal spirit
Of the lioness,
Never leaving your side.
As these two combat
to awaken snoring sex drives.

The lusty frustrations bloom,
As waves explode
Into this big fiery balloon.
As sweat been wiped
Of the brows,
It’s only a matter of time,
Then its only then
We would experience
Cloud nine.

Copyrights C Davids @ 1/09/2011


The history behind the two signs.
The problem in the compatibility between two Lions will be that neither will be ready to take the backstage. Both of them want to be the center of attention all the time and both of them want to dominate in the relationship.
On one hand, it can help them to conquer the entire world and make it fall on their feet. On the other hand, it can lead to great rifts between the two, especially when both of them want to lead and neither is ready to play the second fiddle. On the emotional level, Leos are perfectly compatible. Both of them are very passionate, extremely romantic and full of care and concern for their love ones. Even in the loyalty area, there will no problem as both the individuals are very sincere in love and not at all prone to wandering.

Week#51 Thursday Poets Rally 08/09/2011 till 14/09/2011



Word To Ponder
Words are the epitome of our nature
we are quite beings with deep
thoughts as we watch the world
through a different set of eyes.
Emotions sways us
and creates us into poets/poetess's
that establish good
words of arts.

I Nominate : Kez