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Friday, October 28, 2011

Love, Lust and Other Strange Behavior

Love, Lust and Other Strange Behavior


By Keith Kareem Williams

After numerous, interesting conversations with one particularly wonderful woman, she suggested that I write a book about some of my more interesting "entanglements" with different women that I've had the pleasure of knowing. I've always been tight-lipped and private so I definitely am NOT the "kiss-and-tell" type but, she suggested an interesting method for me to tell the stories without giving away too much.

I started this week and just thinking about some of my past experiences brought a lot of unanswered questions to the surface. It has made me really think about the various emotions that were mixed up and bound in these entanglements, relationships, situations or whatever they could easily be classified as.

In High School, I had an English teacher who whole-heartedly believed that there were concrete truths in mythology. She was absolutely convinced that the Greek gods truly existed. She explained to us that the gods lived and had powers when humans worshipped them but as soon as we stopped believing, they ceased to exist. I found the theory interesting. Now that I've said all that, let me finally get to the point of this discussion.

To not be noticed by anyone makes a person feel invisible and almost ghost-like. We are social animals and yearn for interaction. This is the reason why some people will do anything, say anything or pretend to be anything for attention when it's missing. Being or feeling invisible too long breeds jealousy, depression, sadness and sometimes hate. I see it in people every day.

To know that others lust for you makes you feel alive and human no matter how humble or arrogant you may be about it. To know that you are desired makes a person feel like they belong, even if the places where they are warmly welcomed aren't ideal. Feeling the lust of others can become dangerously addictive if you're desperate to feel alive.

To be truly loved is the closest feeling to being a god. I heard it said once that, "Mother is the name for God on the lips of all children." That's a very powerful and true statement. It also applies to relationships between adults in a sense. If we're all going to be honest, what feels better than knowing that we are loved for real, in every sense of the word? The problem with love is that too many people become drunk with power when they know that someone else cares that deeply for them. As they say, power corrupts. I think this is a tragedy. In Greek mythology, the gods often tormented mankind. Even though humans worshipped and were in absolute awe of them, they did them harm for the sport of it. Eventually, people stopped believing in them and they faded. Now they only exist in stories and memory. The same holds true when you're loved and take it for granted. I've been foolish enough to do it...more than a few times.

Of course, I could be wrong but I doubt it. I've seen a lot in my short time here. Maybe not everything but definitely just enough.

Wednesday, October 26, 2011

Don't Speak by Keith Kareem Williams

Don't Speak


By Keith Kareem Williams


Don't speak or comment. I just need you to listen. In fact, I need a little bit more than that. I need you to open your ears so that you can really hear me. I need you to block out the outside noise of the world so that you can really feel me. Now that I have your attention…

Tomorrow does not exist and the future is a myth. I say this because by the time we get to tomorrow, it's actually "today" technically. The past is dead because we can't resurrect it. Right now, in my life, I'm thinking on a different level. I'm trying to have as many good moments as I can. I figure that if I add them up, find a way to somehow multiply them, I should be able to put together a good life. That means I have to subtract the parts I don't like, even if it divides my heart from the logic of my mind. That’s just basic mathematics applied to life.

I don't make promises anymore. As they say, "A promise is a comfort to a fool." I have no intentions of making fools out of anyone. Situations change from day to day. Who's to say if I will feel the same about something tomorrow as I did today, or even yesterday? The weather changes, the seasons change and there's even the constant transition from nights into days.

When you've been down the roads I've traveled, there will come a time when you just yearn for peace, void of illusions or confusion. I've suffered enough worrying about tomorrow and lost sleep over the past. I've learned to be concerned with the truth that exists in the tangibility of today. It's impossible to live anywhere but in the moment.

A palm reader said that I'd live a good life. I can't complain about how it's been thus far so I don't doubt it. I just want to smile and be able to trust the people that I keep close to me. Everything else will work itself out. The rules are always the same with me. Ride for me and I swear to ride for you.

Monday, October 17, 2011

The Do Better Blues



Listen to the song 1st and then you'll understand how it inspired this blog post from me. Like I told you guys, this blog is basically my life....in vivid detail. I give you the truth....always.

The Do Better Blues
By Keith Kareem Williams

Life is crazy ain't it? They never miss you until you're missing. Sometimes people cheat themselves because they don't listen to their own intuition, not realizing that the show is over and it won't be resuming after the intermission. Sometimes they're so used to the people that hurt them that they forget that you're a different kind of man. As a matter of fact, it's a little bit more than that. You're MORE than all of the men that they've met but they don't see it. It's just not time yet. After the music stops they'll sing the song to the same old song acapella. It's actually a tragedy when they say that they miss you badly.

You have to forgive them sometimes when they only seek out and see the bad. It's the lingering side-effect of every other man they've had. Life can get heavy when you've seen the same stories played out a thousand places but the only thing that changes are the faces. Crying becomes a familiar sound around you. You end up wiping away too many tears, only for the cycle to start all over again. The same process definitely become tiresome and makes your soul weary.

You always have a choice. You can try to be the savior but can you really rescue a person from their own behavior? Sometimes people don't want to change and who told you that they wanted to be saved? Truthfully, you're not even always in a position to save anyone, especially when it feels like you can't even save yourself.

Be cautious and walk carefully with people who only seem to see you when they need you. It doesn't make them evil, bad or mean-spirited. I'm just saying that it's better to find someone who loves you all the time, madly. Anything less will end baldy and tragically.

Don't feel bad. At times we ALL lose, only to feel the full weight of the Do Better Blues. Just remember that you always have the right to choose. Open your eyes sometimes and what you NEED will be right there, as plain as the nose on your face. I promise. If you are one of the people that love me FOR REAL, know that I'll love you back...always...... until they bury me.....even if we're apart.

Friday, October 14, 2011

About the Author: Keith Kareem Williams


ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Keith Kareem Williams

“As a single father, I made a huge decision to leave a good job during a terrible economy. I made my mind up that I would become obsessed with the pursuit of success with my writing career. So far, it has paid off. In these few months I’ve made a name for myself and people KNOW who I am and how I do what I do which is a blessing. One of the things I’m most proud of is how my children look at me now. I’m not depressed or frustrated because I’m doing what I’m passionate about. I write constantly and I already have the titles & plots lined up for my next 26 novels. This is what I do and I’m just trying to let the rest of the world know this. My ambition is to become legendary in the game. I believe that a GOOD writer pulls you into their story. A GREAT writer makes the world around you fall away as you read. The LEGENDARY writers tell stories that become a part of you and linger long after you’ve read the last line of the last chapter.

It was once said that "The pen is mightier than the sword". I say to my fellow AUTHORS: Let's advance our craft until it's mightier than guns, grenades, bullets & nuclear bombs. If not, then put your pen down and fall back. Those of us who are serious about this will run you over as if we were riding in tanks.”

Discover Other Titles by Keith Kareem Williams


Water Flows Under Doors 2004

Open Spaces 2010



Contributing author in Crossroads: An Anthology  2011

Contributing author in Eros 369 Vol. III Anthology  2011

Contributing author in Untapped: A Collection of Erotic Firsts  2011



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Thursday, October 6, 2011

Preview of "Tourniquet" by Keith Kareem Williams

Sneak Peek of "Tourniquet"
by Keith Kareem Williams

**Here's an exclusive sneak peek of my latest short story....only because I love you guys. I submitted it today so hopefully, it will be accepted. Please, leave comments and let me know if you'd turn the page.**


DROP 1 – Square Peg, Round Hole


Gavin pulled his father’s old revolver from underneath the futon’s run-down mattress. He had been sound asleep until the racket at his front door abruptly ripped him away from dreams he couldn’t remember now. He listened with the pistol in his hand as the front door shook weakly on its hinges as someone on the other side wrestled with the locks. He could feel his heart rattle erratically in his chest as he nervously prepared to send a hot slug straight through whoever was trying to break into his apartment. He’d never actually had to pull the trigger before so he could only pray that the gun even worked. He would find out soon enough as the door swung open.

“You really need to fix this damn lock,” Angelique said as she finally forced the door open. “SHIT!” she screamed, ducking, holding her head and dropping her schoolbag when she saw Gavin’s gun aimed at her.

“What the…I nearly shot you! Why didn’t you knock?” Gavin yelled and quickly stashed the gun back in its hiding place.

“Because I have a key, remember? You know, the one you gave me as a symbol of our love and permission to show up anytime I want?” she answered, gathering the books that had slipped out of her bag and lay scattered all over the apartment floor. Her heart was beating so fast that she could feel it shaking in her chest.

“Next time, knock first,” he told her, still shaken up over nearly blowing a hole in his girlfriend.

“Fix the damn lock!” she told him again as she stepped inside and closed the door behind her. “And I told you to get rid of that friggin’ thing! You see how you nearly shot me?”

“I’m sorry. Now fix your face. I hate when you pout like that,” he told her as he sat up to the chorus of crinkling papers. All over the futon that served as his bed, loose sheets of lined paper torn from notebooks lay scattered about with his scribbled chapters all over them. It was a sure sign that he had a lot of his mind. More and more, writing down his thoughts had become his only form of therapy when the weight of his world threatened to break his back. Angelique put her bag down in the corner and sighed as she studied the chaos. The apartment was as messy as she'd ever seen it. She never understood how he couldn't keep such a tiny place neat. It wasn't like he lived in a mansion. She put her hands on her curvy hips while she tried to decide if she should wash the pile of dirty dishes in the sink or tackle the tangle of papers first.

“What a mess,” she said, pulling her long brown hair into a ponytail as she prepared to clear the papers up. She hated doing dishes anyway.

“Like the mess on your face?” Gavin asked, noticing the black and purple bruise on the side of her face once her hair was swept back. “If your stepfather…” he started to say.

“Oh this?” she asked, pointing to her cheek. “Yeah, it wasn’t him. I made a new best friend today.” Angelique answered. She had been having such a horrible week at school that she really didn't want to revisit her most recent ugly incident. She tried to avoid going into details as she started to gather the scattered pages before Gavin stopped her.

“Don’t worry about that. What happened to your face?” he asked. She pretended to ignore him until he gripped her by the arm firmly to her get her attention.

“I got jumped by Kiki Weston and her debutante goonettes,” Angelique answered as Gavin pulled her to sit down next to him.

“For what?” he asked, touching the discolored blotch on her face with his finger. She winced in pain as he poked at the tender spot.

“Well, I was minding my own business after gym class, getting dressed in the locker room and I overheard Kiki tellin’ her little bitch squad that I was a lesbian,” she started to explain.

“And then?” he asked, pressing for more details. He knew his girlfriend well enough to know that there was a whole lot more to the story.

“And then, I walked over to Kiki, grabbed her tit and squeezed her ass. She’s got a nice one too by the way. It’s much softer than it looks in her three hundred-dollar jeans. Anyway, she gets all upset and starts swinging, and then I fought back, and then I start winning, and then I got jumped,” she continued nonchalantly.

“Looks like you caught the worst of it,” he joked.

“Oh no sweetie. I took down her whole punk-ass crew. This only looks bad because I’m so pale. You should have seen what they looked like when I was done with ‘em. If Mrs. Schwartz hadn’t stopped it, I think I would have put at least one of ‘em in a hospital bed,” she said with a satisfied smile and an excited gleam in her eyes.

“I can’t believe I’m in love with a damn goon. You fight too much. You know that that’s very un-ladylike right?” he laughed.

“Whatever. You love it though,” she giggled. “With the amount of times I’ve had to fight my scumbag step-daddy, I better be or I’d be in trouble. AND, I wouldn’t fight if people didn’t pick on me. All I wanna do is paint and mind my own business. Anyhow, my goon-ish behavior got me suspended from school for a week.”

“Your mom is gonna scream your ear off when she finds out you were in another fight,” Gavin warned.

“No, she won’t because she’ll never find out. The cable and the house phone is off because her awesome husband hasn’t paid the bill yet. I’m surprised the bum hasn’t let the lights get cut off yet. Lazy ass, video game all day playin’ ass, grown-ass, can’t keep a job, derelict-ass, piece of shit. Anyway, I’m lookin’ forward to the days off…speaking of which, why haven’t you shown up to class for two days mister?” she asked as she punched him in the chest playfully.

“Eh, I just didn’t feel like goin’. I caught a nice flow with this story I’ve been working on so I stayed home to work on it,” he explained, picking up one of the loose pages to show her. She pushed it away.

“Are you trying to get yourself in trouble? You’re gonna keep cuttin’ class until they send a social worker over here. What you think is gonna happen when they find out that your dad died and that you’re here all on your own?” she asked.

“Doesn’t matter. I’m almost old enough to be on my own legally anyway,” he answered.

“Keyword: ALMOST! I don’t know why you just don’t call your mom to let her know what’s going on,” she asked.

“Why would I do that? The last time we heard from her was when she called to rub it in my dad’s face that she was pregnant with twin girls for her new man. That was almost four years ago. Naw, I’m good. I’ll manage on my own,” he answered.

The hurt and disgust on his face made Angelique feel guilty. The pain in his voice hurt her as well and she was sorry that she mentioned his mother. She already knew how Gavin felt about her and cursed herself for speaking without thinking. The slightest mention of the woman who had given birth to him and then eventually abandoned him brought about nothing but grief. She knew it was possible that she might have triggered a dangerous bout of depression for the man she loved. Sometimes his melancholy moods lasted for days at a time. At that moment, she wished that she could have crawled under a rock and died for being so foolish. To make things worse, she knew that he was deeply missing his father who had died just the month before from a heart attack. His dad had raised him as a single parent since he was a small boy. Angelique’s father had been killed when she was just a baby so she didn’t know what it was like to have a real dad. Her abusive stepfather certainly didn’t count. The closest thing she could equate to his loss was what the living nightmare that her life would be without her mom.

“I miss your dad too. He was always kind to me,” she told him, knowing his soul and exactly what was causing it to ache. He was the one human being that she felt totally in tune with. “I wish your dad could’ve met my mom instead of my stepfather.”

“I don’t,” he answered with a smirk.

“Your dad was a good guy that deserved a good lady so why not? Something wrong with my mom?” she asked.

“Not at all but if our parents had hooked up that would have made us brother and sister and we couldn’t do this!” Gavin answered, grabbing Angelique by the waist. Before she could say a word, he had pulled her on top of him.

“Ouch, not so rough,” she told him as he started to aggressively strip off her clothes. Her body still ached in certain places from where she’d taken a beating from Team Weston. Once her bra was off, she put her breast in his eager mouth. She made a mental note to remind him to get a shave as his scruffy beard tickled her skin. His hands wrestled with the drawstring on her tight grey sweatpants. Once he had them loose and pulled down to her ankles, his hands found their way to her plump rear. He loved how juicy she was. Her butt was so big that no matter what size panties she wore, they always seemed a size too small. She loved the way his hands felt on her body. She quickly slipped out of her underwear while he got out of his jeans.



Saturday, September 24, 2011

Of Fish and Birds

Of Fish and Birds

By Keith Kareem Williams

Last night, I read a tweet from @FreakyFact that read as follows:

"If a bird falls in love with a fish, where would they live? Who gets the fins and who loses wings? It’s an irony. That's how cruel but poetic love can be."

When I read this, I immediately saw the truth in it and it inspired me to write this.


Birds fall in love with birds all the time and what's more natural than a fish loving another fish? It's the same with humans. That's just a way to say that we are usually drawn to what we know, understand and are used to, metaphorically speaking. "Birds of a feather" etc. etc…What's more common and normal than that? However, every now and then, a bird and a fish do fall in love but sadly, that affair hangs dangerously close to tragedy.

The bird is used to soaring, always seeking higher heights. Its eyes are hardly ever on the ground and it finds comfort in the clouds. If it could, it would scorch its wings against the surface of the sun. in fact, the bird's whole goal is to escape the ground as often as it can. You can hear its voice in the sky mixing with the wind.

The fish is different. It doesn't make any sound and instead of the heights, it seeks the deep. It swims and has seen things in the depths that most will never see. It moves constantly, even when it sleeps, moving its fins while it drifts. It's mellow and craves the soothing current to carry it away. It can't breathe air so it hardly breaks the surface of its oceans and seas. It's not interested in clouds or the sun. You might never see it unless you decided to hold your breath to swim. It only fears the bait on traps and avoids hooks.

It's rare but every now and then a fish jumps out of the water to take a glimpse at the sky. At the same time, a bird may look down at the water. For a brief moment they see each other and become lost. The bird wishes it could swim and the fish desires the sky. The problem is that they've been in their elements for so long that they realize the sacrifice that it required for them to be together. The tragedy comes into play when neither one decides to.

Should I swim or will you decide to fly? At least, we should try.

DANIELLE: "A bird may love a fish, but where will they live?"


LEONARDO DA VINCI: "Then I shall have to make you wings."


Me, I'm different…..I'll make YOU wings so you can fly if you promise to give me fins so I can swim.


Friday, September 23, 2011

Excerpt From “Dont Be A Dumb Bitch” by Ayana Ellis Chapter 4 Predators Prey

I WANTED YOU GUYS TO READ THIS BECAUSE I LOVE THIS AUTHOR'S WORK. ENJOY!!!!!! & SHOW HER LOVE!

Excerpt From “Dont Be A Dumb Bitch” Chapter 4 Predators Prey


4


PREDATORS PREY

You ever hear someone say that you’re not supposed to go food shopping when you’re hungry because you’ll go in the supermarket buying up all kinds of things that you don’t need? The same rules apply for these men. Don’t go looking for a man when you’re lonely and horny. Men can sniff out a horny, lonely, desperate woman a mile away. It doesn’t matter how reserved you try to be. It doesn’t matter the kind of woman that you “claim” to be if you’re not living it, it holds no weight. Women suffer from two diseases. One is “Toomuchdickinyaitis” and that is when a woman is just doing too much. You’re having sex with different partners and for no real reason other than to fill a void. The other is “Lackadickaphobia” You get no dick and when you do, you latch on to that dick like it’s the last pair of Red Bottoms that you are gonna find on sale for $100. And a predator can always tell when a woman is suffering from “Lackadickaphobia.” We be so thirsty and don’t even realize it, especially if he got that good shit. Men pick up on the body language and the subtle need and hints that we throw without even realizing how obvious we are being. We will let this predator come to our house in the middle of the night, or we will go to his whenever he calls. If we have plans, we will cancel them if that man wants to see us. We leave food in the microwave and the key under the mat for this dude. We let him hit it whenever he wants to hit it and we don’t ask him for shit in return. That qualifies you as a dumb bitch. Men need you to ask, they need you to set some standards, they need to know that this woman is not about “that life” whatever that life may be. Even if your lying to yourself, set some standards for this man to follow. But when you are dickmatized, suffering from Dickmatization, you just forget every damn thing your mama taught you. Dickmatization is very real but like most addictions, you can beat this ladies! Never trust some good dick and a smile, stay strong because men are always on predator mode looking for that easy prey, all day. And the hard working woman with so much on her plate that can’t find a date is the first one to get eaten. *Pun Intended

Most men are always on predator mode and they can almost always smell desperation on a woman like a dog senses fear. Maintain that deep desire and yearning to have another in your life or you will be someone’s prey and it won’t be pretty. Hungry lonely pussy and good dick is a recipe for dicksaster! Lord have mercy you will be outside looking for his ass in the day time with a flash light, a mattress tied to your back, waving your wallet in the air if your ass ain’t careful. So whatever you do, do not desperately seek out anyone other than yourself. Don’t let loneliness steer you down the wrong road.

Okay on a serious note, lol, the problem is that women equate sex with love. No matter how much we think we don’t, we do. We love with our pussies and get emotional when dick is involved. It is almost impossible to have a consistent sexual relationship with someone and not catch some kind of feelings. And when we catch these feelings, we begin to feel as if the man is obligated to us once we allow him inside of us, and that’s partially true. But it is also a gamble. All because we feel this way doesn’t mean that the man will understand it and reciprocate. As adults, I think that we all need to be fucking for a purpose bigger than money, a good time or to get over someone else. And as women, the older we get the more vulnerable we get. The average fuck is not just an average fuck, no matter how much we try to think that it is. Our needs and wants change as we get older/mature and with that comes emotion. Our desire and hunger for more will of course keep any man coming around for seconds and thirds. This man is now getting some good hungry pussy from a woman who wants nothing more than to feel a man’s touch, because she is tired of playing with toys and she needs affection. After all, she works hard and deserves to let her hair down. The sexual chemistry will most likely be phenomenal. But this woman confuses the time that the man spends with her with the emotion of love. She thinks that this man is always around her because he cares about her. Maybe he does begin to care as time goes on but the relationship isn’t built on that. It’s built on lust and there is no relationship in the world that can grow on that note. You have to be real with yourself ladies and get it through your head that this man is around you because your body is always calling. He wants that pussy first and foremost and the moment you try to switch gears he is outta there! The passion, lust and chemistry that is created in that bedroom needs to remain right there next to the wet spot. It is what it is and because we are so “emotional” we refuse to believe that. At what point did love come into the picture missy pooh? You love the sex, you love the intimacy, you love how he makes you feel physically and sexually but you have to learn how to separate your love of the sexual aspect of the “relationship” from the reality of what it is really about! It’s about a hungry person getting fed and that goes both ways! You need to stop cummin’ from your heart and learn how to cum with just your vagina alone.

Lady, he does not love you nor does he want to be in a relationship with you. He is in lust with you. He is a predator and he has swooped down on his prey and demolished it. You allowed yourself to be used. You put your scent out there for a hungry dog to sniff you out and rip your meat to shreds and as soon as you understand the position you hold the better off you will be. You cannot be mad at this man when it was you that gave him the easy entry into the basement of your pussy.

In conclusion, just know that being single does not mean that you have to be dumb or desperate. It’s actually the best time for you to get to know yourself and sort things out in your head. Take time to get over that last heartbreak, work on your esteem if it’s low and spend time with your friends and family. Think about your future and what you want to do. Ponder on the mistakes you made and learn from then. Most of all being single helps you practice self-discipline. When you practice and maintain self-discipline, men will respect you more, yearn for you more and want to be around you for reasons other than sex. And it’s not to say that you are a bad person, you’re just being vulnerable and some men often take advantage of that. Get control of your heart and hormones so you can date without all of the vulnerability and bullshit. If you’re going to have a hot passionate sexual affair with someone, so be it but leave your feelings and emotions where? *points to ass* back there!

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Subliminal

Subliminal

By Keith Kareem Williams

Subliminal messages in public? Really? Don't get me wrong, I understand that everybody needs to vent. It's healthy. I do it too. The difference between me and a lot of you is that before I say it in public, just to get it off my chest, I've said it to your face already, probably more than once too. Sometimes, saying it once is not enough so it's necessary to purge your feelings by sending them off into cyberspace. I get it. This is what I don't understand:

Are we so afraid of life that we can't say what we feel to the people that matter? Yeah, I know, EVERYBODY says they don't care and that it's NOT that serious but isn't it if you caught enough feelings about it to talk in public about it? We don't talk about what doesn't matter. There's not enough room in our minds or hearts for things we don't think about. Some of y'all just look silly trying to play off the fact that something stings, hurts or just plain got you mad. We're human. It happens. It doesn't look "gangsta" to fire off a ruthless series of subliminal assaults and then holla "I don't care!" Obviously you do. My question is this:

Why let it even go that far? EVERYBODY claims that they're honest. Everybody screams that they're real. Really? If that were the case, you would have said whatever you had to say to a person's face. With the majority of people, that's not the case. Instead they rather run amok in cyberspace. Wouldn't it be easier to just hit up the person that you have an issue with and say, "I didn't like what you did" or "That really pissed me off" or even "Damn, I really love you" ?

I'm a private person but I AM a man without secrets because I always say exactly how I feel. Even when it's something harsh, I'm grown enough to know how to say it without hurting someone's feelings so I don't have to pull punches when I talk. This is the way I live. This is the way I walk. I don't live in fear and I'm not scared of much. Therefore, there's no reason I wouldn't express exactly how I feel, to your face and not behind your back. If I don't like you, I'll tell you directly because I'm not afraid of retribution. If I love you I'll tell you and really mean it. I'm not afraid of the risk. No matter what happens, I'll live right up until the appointed time for me to go is upon me so only what's supposed to kill me will finish me off. Some of you live scared and don't even know it. I can't really help you out with that because honestly I don't know how to. I'm just designed differently but I guess that's what makes me…..well…ME.

The people you send the subliminals at usually know that you're talking about them. I say again, why not hit that person up and say it to them directly? Like I said, if you were passionate enough to throw words at the person in cyberspace, I guarantee that those same words would be more effective if said to a person's face. But, maybe that's just me. I know I don't respect it if you don't have the courage to hit me up and direct it. When I see it, to tell you the truth, I laugh and turn my back to it.

Have we gotten to the point where we're afraid to directly express dislike for the things that irk us…or even worse….are we so lost that we can't tell the people that we know for real how we really feel? WOW!

P.S. If I ever wronged you, got you upset, pissed you off or hurt you, know that I really didn't mean to. Maybe if you told me directly, plainly and honestly I could have explained it, apologized or maybe even made things right.
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Wednesday, September 21, 2011

How to Love

How to Love

By Keith Kareem Williams


He studies everything as she sleeps, from the first peek of the early morning sunshine through the blinds on her forehead to her pretty toes that slip out from the bottom of the sheets. His words, his actions and the way he feels inside her are the different ways he speaks. She listens and for once, his world feels complete. Every flaw, imperfection and feminine curve combined with the beauty of her mind inspire him to reach higher heights instead of pulling him down. She sighs in her sleep and he swears that he has never heard a sweeter sound. If the world was on fire outside of their window, he would cover her and hold her close, just so that he would burn first. He loves her enough to die for her and for the first time, he doesn't feel cursed.

At that exact moment, while he's lost looking at her, she opens her eyes and smiles. She turns her face towards him and to her, nothing else exists.
Have a good morning ; )

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

How to Fight

How to Fight


By Keith Kareem Williams



It had been almost a week since Cole and Tatiana had been on good terms which created an extremely tense, awkward atmosphere since they lived under the same roof. They both had forgotten what originally caused the friction but they were both stubborn enough to let it linger. Even when they slept in bed, they both made sure that they stayed completely separate as if the slightest touch might be translated into some sort of subliminal surrender. They seldom spoke and only if it was absolutely necessary. It had been two days since they'd even exchanged basic greetings like "hello" and "goodbye." On the sixth day of their feud, if the walls could talk, this is what they would tell us happened.

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Cole and Tatiana sat on the couch, on opposite ends like strangers and watched some random movie on the television. Neither one really paid attention to what was on. It was just part of their daily ritual, only respectfully observed because neither one wanted to cross the invisible line that might falsely give the impression that they wanted to break up. It was the most honest thing they had done over the past few days. Cole didn't want to leave and Tatiana didn't want him to. The real truth was that frustration had started to weaken their pride. They still loved each other but at times, they were just terrible at showing it. As the credits rolled on the movie that they really weren’t watching, Cole gave in to his frustration. He sat in the same room with her but missed her painfully. Suddenly, without warning, he got up off the couch and started putting on his boots. Tatiana watched him silently, her face still stone but her heart pounded wildly with fear. If she could have looked inside Cole's chest, she would have seen that his heart was behaving the same way. He knew what type of Pandora's Box he would be opening if he stormed out of the apartment at that moment but he also knew that he had to do something.

"Where do you think you're going?" Tatiana asked as Cole grabbed his jacket and his keys. Her own voice sounded strange to her because she hadn't said a word to him in so long. Cole sighed inside, relieved to hear it. However, his facial expression remained the same. His hand was on the doorknob and his back was turned to her but he slowly turned to face her.

"Who the fuck are you lookin' at like that?" Cole asked, noticing the desperate flame that burned in her eyes. He couldn't tell if it was passionate concern or if she really would have wanted him to turn into a smoldering pile of ashes where he stood.

"I'm lookin' at YOU like that!" she answered, almost as boldly as the steps he took towards her were. She was afraid and excited by the way he marched towards her, forcefully focused and with deadly purpose. He stood right over her and every single muscle in her body tensed in eager anticipation of what he would do next.

"What the FUCK is YOUR problem?" Cole barked but before Tatiana could answer she felt his hands on the side of her face. He grabbed her and kissed her.

Tatiana kissed him back harder than she ever had before. She sighed as if he had breathed part of her soul back into her body. His kiss was rough and as soon as their lips had parted, he unbuckled his belt, almost as if he was about to pull it off and spank her with it. The way she felt at that moment, she would have bent over and let him. Instead, he dropped his pants to his ankles and pulled her skirt up to her waist.

Everything that happened next was a blur. Tatiana didn't even know when he dragged her panties off but by the time Cole pushed between her soft, pussy lips, she was already gushing and soaking wet. They were both too heated and ready to waste any time with any kind of foreplay. Her fingernails ripped into the flesh of his hips so that she could have a firmer grip as she pulled him so that he could bury his dick deep inside her. Cole obliged her and continued to force it in her without mercy, no matter how loud she screamed. Every stroke was delivered with the force of everything that had been building up for all the days they'd been at odds. Tatiana bit her lip as she felt her pussy drip as it stretched to make him fit. She didn't WANT to make up by making love. She NEEDED to get fucked! Even though he hadn't taken his belt to her backside, she felt like she was taking a beating. Truthfully, Cole wanted to punish her deep for not letting this happen sooner. He scraped her insides until she shook her whole frame. Her legs went stiff, then limp as she squirted and came. Cole had forgotten how good her pussy was. He tried to hold back but it wasn't long after that he let everything go inside of her. Tatiana moaned as she felt it splash. He let her feel his dick throb after his orgasm before he pulled out. She smiled as he fell to his knees and rested his head on her naked thigh. She played with his face as they caught their breath.

"I don't want to fight no more," he said, sounding half-dead.

"Me either," she giggled.


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