Poetically Speaking: *THE MANIAC IN THE PINHOLE*

(D.H.L.C@ http://www.literarydiva09.blogspot.com/)
THOUGHT PROVOKING LIT!

*The Maniac In The Pinhole*

Why the hell is this always happening! Every time I try to get my ass out there and get shit done; I fall flat on my face!

I’m done! I’m just done!

Pushing, opening, and doing shit the right way is me. Yes, the maniac; in my god damn pinhole is me. Shit just aint right cause my pinhole ain’t getting any bigger!

I feel it. I can taste it, but can’t see it.

Life, dreams, and my whole existence seems to walk in front of my face, waving a beauty queen see ya!

I stand still only to be encased in my pinhole with the walls closing in on me more an more. The worse is here as time has moved but my pinhole hasn’t.

Trapped in the confines of evil and screams; telling me “I ain’t nothing!”

I can’t breathe as silence rears it’s ugliness only to murder me and keep me locked down only to self destruct in the crevices of my pinhole.

Maniac going psychotic, going irate, and about to burst into a million little pieces!

The feelings of why, who, what , and how have me marked for life as my pinhole closes and I fight to stay alive.

I bleed in silence, and it trickles down slowly to a nonchalant beat of “I got you bitch” and my layers peel away slowly, only to have flesh exposed to rot.

As I see the scene; it’s un-believable as I have seen this movie before! The Hollywood block buster of the maniac in the pinhole.


(By Literary Diva And The Lit Factory)



Cherries And Strawberries
*Literary That's Oh So Nice*

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POETICALLY SPEAKING!

(DHLC-www.literarydiva09.blogspot.com)

As I flick my cigarette, I realize this is a bad habit. It seems to like me and I love it- as it calms me and take my mind to another disgusting level.

Ignoring the affects of this madness I flick my cigarette and digress.

Time is grinding on me as my thoughts exceed my will power and I fall into a jaded misfortune of a crushing dirty moment.

Ignoring the affects of this madness I flick my cigarette and digress.

Peeling the layers back of juiced up chaos is like fire on my skin burning through me one sweat gland at a time. My eyes are eroding as I cannot see but just feel the moments of opportunity ripping from my flesh.

Ignoring the affects of this madness I flick my cigarette and digress.

Fighting the fear of life and sadistic mummified entrapment has me bowing down to the queen of evil as my spirit is about to be beheaded.

Ignoring the affects of this madness I flick my cigarette and digress.

Peeping toms pry into my flesh as time has moved but I’m standing still only to be encased in life’s solitary confinement. My mind says raise the roof but my soul says shut this bitch down!

Ignoring the affects of this madness I flick my cigarette and digress.

My notorious ego has found its match as life is a bitch with a bad attitude. A feeling of embattlement is all in the flick of my cigarette as I digress and flick for the last time.

(By: Literary Diva of Blogtalk Radio and "The Lit Factory")
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Cherries And Strawberries
*Literary Spice That's Oh So Nice*

SPICY LIT NIGHT CAP! POETRY PLAY: Water!

WATER BY: Literary Diva BTR of Diva's House Of Literary Coffee

Waking up I feel my mouth water and touch all of my senses to alert them.  

When my feet hit the ground the feeling of juice that runs through my body gives my organs power like no   other.

When I start eating my mind masturbates to its own drum as life notifies it.

As I start to feel my thoughts my body tingles as life trickles to every point to hit the spot.

The revolution for the day has begun and I am in the midst of it as my body and my whole existence is taken on an oceanic trip. 

The soft but sometimes rough intimate notifications are astounding but breathe life in me.

A poke, a tingle, a pain, a drip, is all moments of life that takes it to another level.

Never thirsty, I’m filled with wet lusciousness and grand opulence of holy juice to quench my thirst of opportunity.

Sipping on sexy, sipping on power is my body as it transcends into validation.

The revolution for the day has begun and I am in the midst of it as my body and my whole existence is taken on an oceanic trip. 

Eager to stay wet and juiced up I realize this is real and beautiful.

As I start to feel my thoughts my body tingles as life trickles to every point to hit the spot.

Never thirsty I’m filled with wet lusciousness and grand opulence of holy juice to quench my thirst of opportunity.

Reminding me the revolution for the day has begun and I am in the midst of it as my body and my whole existence is taken on an oceanic trip. 

Cherries And Strawberries

*Literary Spice That's Oh So Nice*

SPICY LIT NIGHT CAP! Random Thoughts Play: Random Thoughts Of Inspiration!

RANDOM THOUGHTS OF INSPIRATION BY: Literary Diva BTR

*Visionary aspects of divine sentiments hold your eye still to capture time in a portal of evolution.

*Juicy summer gets close to smooth skin as it drips with sweet sweat and tap dances softly with innocent play on play.

*Brain soaks up yummy goodness and climax at the speed of light.

*Laughing hysterically keeps time captured in a small box if only for a moment.

*Trembling corpuscles hits you like girlish play as your foreplay controls the moment.

*Salacious egos say touch me, tease me, and baby please me.

*Climatic whispers intrude the body at the speed of light; only to feel the take over and hide into psychotic vulnerability.

*Love bubbles drip blissful foreplay in my eardrum to only turn my body into a harp.

*Seeing is believing, as seeing is truth and believing is evolution.

Cherries And Strawberries
*Literary Spice That's Oh So Nice*

SPICY LIT NIGHT CAP! Short Story Play: Deep In Carmel...Or So I Thought!

DEEP IN CARAMEL BY: Literary Diva BTR

Smooth, slow, and fine is Caramel Jones. I see him going and coming with his long lean muscular body down Constitution Ave everyday. This brother really has it going on. Back in the day I wasn’t too fond of Caramel Jones. Let’s just say he wasn’t my type. I’ve known Mr. Caramel Jones just about all my life. He was the nerdy bookworm type, and let’s just say I was the Benita apple bum girl that wouldn’t give him the time of the day.

Now things are different. We still in live in chocolate city as they call it, D.C. We’ve grown into mature adults and I see him very different. He’s not the bookworm nerdy type anymore, and I am still the Benita apple bum girl, but more refined and professional. Caramel Jones has been on my mind since I heard he got elected to the senate. Young handsome and ready to take on the world is Caramel Jones.

As I go about my daily grind on capital hill I see him in passing. I’m not sure if he remembers me, but maybe I’ll nudge him a little to re-introduce myself. At this point it’s all about Caramel Jones and me. Taking the plunge into something as fine as that is what I am determined to do! As I dream of Mr. Caramel Jones I start to sweat and peak like no other time in my life. This man has me on fire and I want him more and more. All I can say is this man has my mind on lock. If I want this reunion I better make it happen.

Getting up to start my day I have butterflies in my stomach. I put on my nice suit and my spanx to make sure all that should not jiggle won’t. I grab my coffee mug and I am out the door for my chance meeting with Mr. Caramel Jones. Walking to the door to leave for work is like getting ready for the best love fest of my life. My head is spinning and I feel the passion burning in me as the blood rush through my body for the meeting with Mr. Caramel Jones. As I walk up on the hill I am jittery and eager. I see him and I can’t say anything. Seeing him walking by me, I feel like I’m still and I that’s how I know I’m in the present. My brief case drops as he walks by me. I stop and bend down to pick up my mess. “I thought I blew it…this wasn’t supposed to happen this way.” I see him doubling back to help me. This I didn’t plan on, but its working. As he comes back to help me pick up my mess that fell out of my brief case, I hurry to fix myself. He comes over to me and says “you need any help with that?” As he says that in a nice deep tone, I melt but only inside. I just want to fall to the ground. However, that can’t happen because these folks will think I’m a lunatic. I look up at him and I say “no that’s ok, I can manage.” If only he knew that I wanted more than his help. As he took it upon his self to help me I made a point to say “hey don’t I know you?” “I believe we went to school together.” He looks at me as if he was thinking. “Yes I do remember you…Shawn right?” “Yes it’s me in the flesh.” “Wow Shawn it’s been years since I’ve seen you.” “Yes I know Jason “aka” (Caramel).” “Congratulations on your election to the senate, it’s been definitely a long time.” “Thank you Shawn, and how are you doing?” “I’ve been doing great; you know the daily grind of capital hill.” As Caramel was talking to me, I was bubbling up and wanted him to wrap those strong arms around me.

When we finally finished picking up my mess, I smiled at him I see him smiling back, but eyeing me up and down. I’m thinking to myself “yes please look all you want Mr. Fine Caramel Jones, check me out.” At that moment we were silent, it seemed like an eternity, but it was only a split second. As he turned to leave I said to him “are you free to meet for coffee some time?” He looks at me like what she’s asking me! If only he was really thinking that. The real truth is he wasn’t thinking that because he smiled and told me no, he was married. That was crushing, because I wanted to connect with him. I looked at him and said “okay then I’ll see you around some time.” He smiled at me with those chocolate lips and those white teeth and walked away. As I walked off and went into my building to start my day, I thought to myself, “should I be a bad girl and get at him anyway, or should I be a good girl and leave well enough alone?” It was burning in me to be the bad girl and get at Mr. Caramel Jones. If only I could pull it off. As the day went on I was contemplating about snatching up my man Caramel Jones. It’s easy to be the bad girl and do something bad, but should I really? Well it would be fun to be sneaky and be with a man that is fine. It’s more fun then I’ve had in such a long time.

I constantly day dreamed throughout the work day about being knee deep in Caramel. As the work day ended I was asked by one of my co-workers Tony to join him for an after work drink. I politely declined. I’ve gone out with Tony before, and he’s a bit boring. I even went back to his place to continue our little date. Needless to say it turned into an evening I care not to remember. During my date with Tony, back at his place he started to come on to me, in his corny way. I hadn’t had any action in such a long time that I took the bait and decided to get my groove on. OMG! It was the worst time in the bedroom I had ever had. I could tell Tony never really saw or had any sex. The whole time we were in the sheets I laid there with my hand over my eyes thinking to myself “please hurry up and get done-this shit is whack.” After that, it was silence and I got dressed and left. Every since that night he’s been running down behind me like a dog in heat. Not what I want ever again. I got home and sat down and took off my heals and laid down on my couch and dreamt about Mr. Caramel Jones. He’s been heavily on my mind since earlier today.

I wish I had access to Mr. Caramel Jones in ways I can reminisce for years. It would be spectacular to be with someone who has it going on. Not the capital hill type that’s into just hitting it and not acknowledging you afterward. I want that someone who takes their time with my body and shower with me kisses and gentle touches that just makes me climax without even having actual sex. I long for that. It’s not like I know what Caramel Jones is all about; I just want to believe that he is that way especially with me. I am making a decision to get close to Caramel Jones no matter if wifey likes it or not. I want that man and I’m going to have him.

The next day when as I was walking up to the hill, I see Caramel Jones, walking with his long lean and muscular body. I stop him and ask him how he’s doing. He looks at me like he doesn’t want to answer, but he does anyway. I try to make small talk so he would notice my nice plump breast and round tight black girl ass. Boy did he notice, and then some. I could tell because he was tripping over his words and trying hard to keep his attention to my face. When I ask him this time to have coffee with me he gladly accepts. After getting him to say yes, I hurry and get to my office with joy. My work day went by quicker than usual. I hurried to the local star bucks coffee house on the hill to meet Mr. Caramel Jones. When I arrived he was there in all his caramel glory. I sat down and instantly he we started to talk about our school days. We laughed and giggled and talked more. I was cheesing like a hot and heavy school girl. He asked me did I want to leave and take a walk. We left the coffee stand and started walking. For some reason we headed to my place. When we walked in the door, he sat down and boy did I want to sit on him. He looked at me with those sexy dark brown eyes and when I saw that it was on. We instantly wrapped our arms around each other and started kissing and holding each other tight. He picked me up and I wrapped my legs around his muscular body. As we entered the bedroom I’m thinking that we are going to get busy. Just then he throws me down on the bed, rips off my clothes. As I’m laying there naked and hot and heavy he takes off his clothes, then the unthinkable. Mr. Caramel starts hopping around on my God damn bed like a damn frog saying “rivet, rivet.” I’m like what the fuck is this shit here? I’m laying there looking at him act a straight fool and do unspeakable acts to him self. My mouth was gapping and eyes bucked! This isn’t what I pictured being knee deep in caramel to be. As I was trying to put my clothes on, Mr. Caramel started jerking his own self off and then wanted to put that shit on me, like I had anything to do with it. By that time I was mad as hell.

OMG, the damn ghetto ass black chick was coming out of me then!

I put my clothes on and told his ass to get the fuck out of my house and take his freaky deaky ass on somewhere! Hey; I like to be a freak but not that way. After Mr. Crazy Freaky Caramel Jones left, I sat down and started laughing at the whole thing. Boy was I wrong about Mr. Caramel Jones. I said to myself “this is definitely something I don’t want to reminisce about for years.”

The next day I called my girlfriend Jen up to tell her what happened. Since it was a Saturday she told me to meet her at the star bucks. How ironic the same coffee shop where Mr. Caramel Jones and I met before all the hot mess happened. As I entered the coffee shop I see my girl Jen. I sat down and started telling Jen about what happened. Jen looked at me and started laughing. I knew it was funny but not that funny. "However it was funny now that I think about it." Then Jen tells me “Shawn that’s what your ass get for thinking every fine, muscular chocolate man in D.C is great in bed!” Then the unthinkable, Jen tells me that the same thing happened to her. I couldn’t believe it! Ironically, it was the same person Mr. Caramel Jones. I couldn’t be mad at my girl. We laughed and at the same time we said “don’t judge a book by its cover; you never know what you will get when you open it up!”

Cherries and Strawberries
*Literary Spice That's Oh So Nice*

SPICY LIT NIGHT CAP! Poety Play: WHO'S CHARMING-The Depth Of Poetic Intrigue!

Who’s charming, who’s stacking it’s just a thought a simple thought of mine.
Who’s charming, who’s stacking it’s just a thought a simple thought of mine.

I divide I fold inside, like a caterpillar strives to be a butterfly.
Telling secrets is a whisper in a tender ear; I see it has been rendered.

Who’s charming, who’s stacking it’s just a thought a simple thought of mine.
Who’s charming, who’s stacking it’s just a thought a simple thought of mine.

Devotion is emotion as it becomes clear to spill into the ear of time.
Walking and thinking go hand in hand as it’s clear and so divine.

Who’s charming, who’s stacking it’s just a thought a simple thought of mine
Who’s charming, who’s stacking it’s just a thought a simple thought of mine.

Raising the bar of envy I decide to play and conform to simple thoughts.
Not alone I’m in divine ecstasy and provoking the sound of natural random abilities of intrigue.

Who’s charming who’s stacking it’s just a thought a simple thought of mine.
Who’s charming who’s stacking it’s just a thought a simple of thought mine.

Rambling of greatness has a price of sick sexy word play as it comes on display.
To be or not to be is our thought provoking significance of eternity.

Who’s charming who’s stacking it’s just a thought a simple thought of mine.
Who’s charming who’s stacking it’s just a thought a simple thought of mine.

Pump up the lost notions of believe or make believe to only think happy thoughts of standards and radiant scores of love jones; and only to eat likes and dislikes of charming but stacking thoughts of high sighs of beauty and divine suitcases of simplicity that feeds us small bites of heaven.

Who’s charming who’s stacking it’s just a thought a simple thought of mine.
Who’s charming who’s stacking it’s just a thought a simple thought of mine.










By: Cherries And Strawberries
*Literary Spice That's Oh So Nice*

*POETIC LESSONS IN LITERATURE GO A LONG WAY*

(Diva's House Of Literary Coffee) Spokenword, traditional poetry and mountains of free verse has made it's way to mainstream literature.  As we begin to open our minds to what poets of elite literary societies and the underground poets are giving us; we shouldn't forget that it goes back to just poetry.  Traditional as it is; it's a form of play on words, metaphors, grand finales, and the under belly of vivacious and irridecent melancholy semantics. 

Structure and true literary effects are the common denominator when it comes to spitting a piece.  Yes; spitting, breaking it down or laying it down are all commonalities of stepping up to the mic for the spokenword arena.  While gathering in a circle, meeting at the coffee shop, and forming a literary group to stand and share your poetic writing are commonalities of the tradtional poetic arena.  The style of structured collective thoughts or spitting may seem to be different, but when listening and understanding the messenger it all falls in line of just poetry.

Poetry; what is this unique form of literature that has so many on lock and ready to load anyway?  What is it about this must-learn style of literature that has many wanting to take a stab at it, and see where they fall?  As we open up the channels of words, metaphoric themes, robust free verse and rhyming schemes we are met with a true sense of literature straight from the heart of a poet.  It's the chance to open up our minds and ears to let true knowledge, grand literature and a structured or raw talent sink in our thought process to enjoy, and to let the true essence of the words of the messenger digest in our bellies.  As we listen and eat the words that we read or hear, it should be a feeding of word knowledge and spontaneous motivation to want more of this one two punch of this spellbinding oppulance that gives us something to think about. 

Form, word knowledge and style are the most important when talking or creating poetry.  It comes down to diving back in time to see how it all began, and to get a wide range of understanding of this sometimes complicated form of literature.  It takes grand thought, and precious time to think and master a style all your own to spit or lay your words down so the message is clear and concise.  As it goes in poetry, one must gain an understand of the foundation to be able to master a style of your own, and to produce an outstanding piece whether in the form of spokenword piece or in a traditonal form of poetry writing.

Many can master this form of literature in a specific amount of time when putting in the time.  However, learning the ins and outs is what's going to gain you an understanding of the foundation of poetics so that when the creative process begins you can incorportate true structure and great dashes of your own creative style.  Mastering just one isn't going to cut it, it has be structured on a poetic foundation.  Taking the time to create a poetic package such as; knowing the true baseline of the poetic form, studying the world of literature as a whole, and incorporating your own lyrical style is what's going to set you apart from the rest. 

As it stands traditional poetics and spokenword poetics are just poetry; but with a different style of each messenger.  Style, style and more style is the icing on the cake when creating a poetic piece to share with the world.  Keeping in mind that the foundation is what's going to keep your poetic style in check as you progress in the world of poetry.  So when we take a look at the poetic lesson it's great to be able to spit a piece or lay down a traditional poetic verse, however if you don't know your baseline of poetics then going back to the begining or the drawing board to gain an understaning of poetry is truly a lesson that can go a long way.

By: Cherries And Strawberries
*Literary Spice Oh So Nice*

SPICY LIT NIGHT CAP! Poetry Play: *PAPER DOLLS VIBRATING ON JUICY LAUGHS*

(Diva's House Of Literary Coffee) Hop skipping and jumping girls play with juiced up attitudes of wicked thoughts of foreplay.

Long ponytails flopping up and down falling in sync as sweet toes tip toe back and forth in a dance of delicious envy only to seem soft and fresh. Arrogant babbles echo through the sweet summer air as girls fall in line to see, touch, and smell the sweet nectar of the joyous day.

Hypnotic, exotic and innocent is girls play as vibrant years are captured in time as play time is happy time in the moment.

Intimate whispers of soft sensual word play are shared in gentle ears as innocence interlocks and digest sweet liquid to confirm juicy laughs.

Authenticity is rendered as paper dolls become vibrant and loose. Lost in emotion is the essence of laughs, and intimate seduction of friendships that encounter prickly barbs of solid manipulation and instant hot to the touch Lolita’s.

Sweet bubbles of low key hysteria rocks the world of paper dolls only to leave innocent flavor dripping off sweet arrogant high pitch juicy laughs of rambunctious girls eager to take it to the next level with word play and foreplay.

Instantaneous hiccups of young wicked freshness falls lightly into the dusk as girls play hard, with juiced up foreplay and cool to the touch abilities of brilliance.

Riding high and tasting babbles of sweet tender laughs of paper dolls is climatic and endearing, only to encase innocence of sweet smells, luscious taps, and amped up chaos.

As juicy thoughts of vibrations echo through hopping, skipping, and jumping, girls play become slow drips of soft ambition of juicy laughs.

By: Cherries And Strawberries
*Literary Spice That's Oh So Nice*

*FLEXING YOUR LITERARY MUSCLES-Digging Deep To Protrude Real Literary Style and Elegance*

(Diva's House of Literary Coffee) Divide and conquer to take your inner lit style to new heights, or divide and bow down and get the hell out of the way and go back to the drawing board.

Your literary style is what makes you unique in more ways than one. It’s what streamlines you to the next level and sets you apart when time permits. It’s what sets your creativity apart from the rest of the literary knuckle-heads on the lit scene. It’s what enables you to have superior creative control over your work and to make what you do seem real, valid and fabulous.

The only way to have a great match and have your work give off a wow-screaming effect is to enrich your life with a feasible plan to include pure and old fashion thinking. Yes, old fashion using your innards and your head will yield you much more than you think in the long run. It’s about being real, keeping it real, and having a love for the craft like nobody’s business. Taking on your own wicked but vibrant notions and strong capabilities is something that if practiced ,can take you to the top of the literary scene.

Digging deep and taking the time to hone that special part of you is what any aspiring writer has to do in order to remain competitive and exude pure literary confidence. It’s the only way to make your writings stand out ahead of the pack. The idea of embracing your inner faults, memories that are steady in your mind, and the education whether self taught or paid in full can give any writer the “matter of fact” ability and the will to apply in the development stage of a one-of-kind literary style.

By: Cherries And Strawberries
*Literary Spice That's Oh So Nice*

SPICY LIT NIGHT CAP! Poetry Play: Rain Drops On My Tongue!

Rain Drops On My Tongue (Diva's House Of Literay Coffee)

I coo little breaths as the free bird in me spins around in the moment of tragedy. Time goes on and I stand still thinking; will I remain here as me. Not easily broken I feel tight but whimsical as I close my eyes and feel the cloud pass over me as I coo soft little breaths in my soul.

As rain-drops drop on my tongue my mind takes over and burst with helplessness and freedom as the bubbles burst like a fresh drop of lemon on my tongue. Freedom feels good as I feel the rain drops explode in my mouth; as I think of all the tiny bubbles finding its way to my soul. Feelings of living and dying run rampart in me as my tongue collects rain-drops to cleanse the depths of the deepest part of me.

I swirl in the midst of time as tragedies and moments of glory are current, but fading. It hits me like bad news as I try to make it in my mind. As it hurts it touches softly and keeps me present for time to pass by. As I stand still I coo and taste all the good, tragedies, and hopeful moments of the future. It’s time to go in, but not before I get one last rain-drop on my tongue. Momentum is building as I wait for the last drop to fall and burst on my tongue.

Seeing is believing and as I close my eyes, and taste it for the last time, I coo deep but little breaths as the free bird in me spins around in the moment of tragedy. I stand still and taste bursting wet rain-drops on my tongue.

By: Cherries And Strawberries
*Literary Spice That's Oh So Nice*

*REFURBISHING LITERARY IDEAS-TURNING AN OLDIE INTO A GOODIE!* 3/1/11

(Diva's House Of Literary Coffee Blog)Take a moment and think of a story that has already been created and documented in a book.  Think very hard of what that story entails.  Now take that same idea and add word construction and with a flex of a vivid imagination you have a completely different story. 

Many stories have been born using this very intense literary technique.  It's the process and a take on an oldie but goodie.  As we immerse ourselves in what we are writing and how we are developing the idea; we come to realize that our thoughts take us on a whole new journey.  Creating a better take on a story idea that has been born is intense but a challenge.  It's something that most do on a daily basis, and succeed. 

The tried and true methods of the art of writing and creating a story whether refurshing a literary idea that has been produced or a whole new story idea; are methods that has been done throughout time.  In today's society most are spicing it up with a dash of this and a pinch of that.  The mere fact of this art is that it works.  It works to the point, that when someone has already written and produced a story that we have read, we understand that story.  Take the same story idea and keeping in mind the baseline of the story, then add something totally different-it sounds like a hot new literary story hot off the press.

We are talking about refurbishing a literary idea with a whole new strategy but keeping in mind the integrity of the story.  Even though you may do this technique it can be accomplished with vivid and vivacious thoughts that can take that refurbished literary idea to a whole new level.  This is something hollywood has been doing for years. When you look at movies that have been created from old comic book story ideas and books that are written today, you can clearly note that this is a working technique. 

Remember, true writers at heart know how to work a literary idea whether refurbishing an old idea or giving life to something totally new.  It's an art that you have to work at daily.  However, the secret to refurbishing a literary idea that has been born already, is a vivid imagination, and word construction.  Doing those two things can breath new life into a literary idea that has been produced previously and also allow you to create something new and put your literary stamp onto a whole new creation that can set you apart.

At the end of the day doing this isn't going to hurt anyone. It can only give you something to look forward to as you progress in the literary world.  What sets any writer apart from the rest is the ability to be creative and put their stamp on an oldie and also the ability to create something of intensity and a phenomenon that can rock the literary charts.

By: Cherries and Strawberries
*Literary Spice That's Oh So Nice*

SPICY LIT NIGHT CAP! Thought Provoking Lit Play: Walking Down Main Street In My Prada Heels!

(Diva's House Of Literary Coffee)
Gliding and stepping down Main Street is me in my Prada heels.
Red, black and leopard is me in my fabulous heels.

Everyone is looking at me; yes the girl in the Prada Heels.
If only they knew how it truly feels; as I walk and glide in my Prada heels.

Cheap not these heels; as they were a really great steal.

I see you girl in those Prada heels; gliding and stepping out looking like a yummy meal.
It’s all in the walk, and the talk, that got me these heels.

No one knows me, but they can see I’m a fashionista in these heels.

Yes I'm the girl stepping out and gliding down Main Street, in my Prada heels.

By: Cherries and Strawberries
*Literary Spice That's Oh So Nice*

*THE BIG BAD LITERARY WOLF-"aka" WRITER'S BLOCK!*

STOP! I HAVE WRITER'S BLOCK! I CAN'T GO ON!"

(Diva's House Of Literary Coffee) The instantaneous melt down of a writer in the moment.  It's the screeching halt we allow ourselves as writers to buy into as if we are buying into the latest scam of the year. Excuses, excuses and more excuses that we ratify so we can take a break from what we say we so-call love to do. 

The must have fad in literature that has been giving more writers grief then anything else is the big bad literary wolf "aka" writer's block.  It rings true all over the world and many have backed down from the "big bad literar wolf."  The art of writing is a very complex one depending on who you ask.  As we gear ourselves up for the creative process we sort of knowingly schedule the the big bad literary wolf  "aka" writer's block into our writing time.  The mind works on repetition and the more we subconsciously tell ourselves that we have writer's block the more it will repeat itself and interwind in the daily grind of your writing process.

Stepping up to the plate and letting this literary wolf know who's boss is what any writer must do.  If you are serious enough to break through then, getting your mind right is your writer's calling card.  It's the single most important aspect of the creative process.  In time what you think is writer's block will utltimately disappear and you will be able to keep it moving and complete your writing without any knocks from the big bad literary wolf. 

Opening your mind and taking it to the next level is very necessary as a writer.  A high stategic and high valocity of imagination is all it takes.  You the writer just have to give yourself permission to incorportate those things to put your writing in check.  The obvious is there when it comes to breaking down barries such as writer's block.  We just have to keep pushing through until we get that literary drive and keep it moving into shear explosive storytelling.

By: Cherries and Strawberries
*Literary Spice That's Oh So Nice*

*UPGRADING YOUR LITERACY STATUS-A Fabulous Endeavor*

(Diva's House Of Literary Coffee Blog) Literacy is the ability to read and write. It’s the core and the foundation of what we use on a daily basis. Having access to this wonderful foundation is promising and propels our futures to the next level.

It’s important to continue upping your literacy skills as much as you can. The possibilities that can occur just by doing this, will reap substantial rewards in your professional and private lives. Reading and writing can benefit all of us, and most of all our younger generation of kids. Pushing the envelope to make sure we are literate and especially our kids, is a must so our evolution can continue in a creative and fabulous way.

As we embark within our lives and continue our journeys it’s imperative to look at literacy as a whole, and somehow work it into our lives, where it’s eventually apart of our lives on a daily basis. Being able to pick up a book, a newspaper, and a magazine article is a start to many to stay on track in continuing their literacy upgrading. Getting in as much reading and writing as you can will keep you guided on the path to eventually making it a habit. Striving to do just that will enable you to constantly keep upgrading your literacy skills.

Reading helps us to think and expand our mind into other forms of creative endeavors that can take our private and professional lives to the next level.  As writing helps us to think clearer and master our thought process; both are assets that can benefit everyone in grand ways.

All in all being the star of your literacy status is profound and puts you at a level beyond most. Taking this up is up to you and only you. Staying in the know when it comes to your literacy abilities is mega important and can ultimately take you to higher heights beyond your wildest dreams.

By: Cherries and Strawberries
*Literary Spice That's Oh So Nice*

SPICY LIT NIGHT CAP! Sexy Thought Provoking Lit: Anonymous!

As I lay thinking of how it all happened; the clock chimes slowly.
Magical and splendid reviews of charm and wit enthrall my psyche as I lay naked.
Climaxing a million times over fills my body with jitters, shakes and revelations of bliss.

Embracing the grimy but glorious thoughts has turned sadistically evil but yummy.
Love is captured as eruption takes over and paralyzes my body and pricks it at the speed of light.
Locking in the flavor is a must, as the juice runs through my body and up to my tongue for a taste of a life time.

Shadows tour the ins and outs of me and leave me breathless and dreaming of lilies.
Amazing, delicious, and damn right psychotic as the tightness holds, seduce, and comes knocking one more time.
Smiles of girlish hotness sway me to dive in for one more bite and ride it out until the sun sets.

Time as allotted me a great moment to devour and enjoy with free flows of bone crushing fantasy.
Sick thoughts of juiced up elegance was the flavor combination that took the bait.

As I lay thinking of how it all happened; the clock chimes slowly and stroke my salacious ego into the
confines of a million climatic whispers.

By: Cherries and Strawberries
*Literary Spice That's Oh So Nice*