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April showers bring May flowers: at least, that’s what my psychiatrist used to tell me. He was referring to the fact that if I put in the time and the effort to get well and took my meds, I would, most likely, be able to flourish in my world. But, how the hell did he have any idea what my world was like! My world had major roadblocks of voices and noises and highs and lows. I always sensed that I was on an ear-splitting roller coaster than never stopped, just climbed to the top and then plunged to the bottom. My life rained all the time and there were never any flowers.

But then, I began to hear the voices encouraging me to go ahead and plant the damn flowers since my life was all washed up any way. Soon, I was planting bulbs and seeds and whole plants from the nursery, digging deeply into the soil with my bare hands. It felt exhilarating to let the dirt sift through my fingers as I dug a huge hole, never stopping, although it was way too big for the plants I had bought. I couldn’t stop because I felt I was having a breakthrough as I dredged the refuse from my life in little gobs and bits. I looked down at my transparent hands in amazement as they bled into the rich earth, exorcising my sins and horrendous thoughts.

I closed my eyes in rhapsody as I realized that, although the flowers did not fit, I could fill the hole with my problems, cover them up completely and leave the demons there to fester and suffocate. “And that, officer, is why I had to murder my psychiatrist!”

Below the rosebuds 

dew drops in a steady pace

a mantis in the dark, 

sing of time, and keeps counting 

breaths thus far fallen

in silence, sparrows bow

deflecting the pain

painted on the face of an infant

there's war, lines of safety are narrowed

a man kills, his deeds unjustified

pines and firs stripped naked 

by the rise of winter glacier 

owls look on with pensive eyes

they've seen it all

every widow, every orphan of diseases

they've seen it all

the mountains heard

the echo of every falling civilization

and valleys murmur those last moments 

perhaps it's a warning call to the wise

the skyline opens wide its avenues

waiting for love to awaken 

on a man whose heart is part wicket and part foul

and on snow-white covered hills,

lie, far in a timeless distance,

brides and grooms, gone forever!

Part 1 of 3

The backstory may be longer than you'd prefer, but I will make it worth your while, I hope!

Sebastian had the classic Aryan look; thick, wavy blonde hair with a slight curl, piercing blue eyes, a strong jaw, and a smile that would make an old woman blush. He was 6’2”, 195 pounds of muscle not yet softened by age or vices. He strutted with the confidence of a man that knows what he wants, and gets what he wants, when and how he so desired. He was the youngest of 4 siblings, the baby, spoiled rotten and held in disdain by his brother and sisters because he was the “Golden Child”. At 23 years, old, the world was his oyster. Cocksure and proud, he took pride in the conquests he had achieved throughout his short life and the carnal knowledge he had obtained.

Viktor looked as his name implied; old-world European. Eyes so brown they were almost black, olive skin, silky smooth lustrous brown hair, thick and lush lips, and a smile that the devil himself would not be able to resist, especially when he cocked up one eyebrow. He was 6’1”, 180 pounds of wiry, anxious strength that he had to keep under control, because he did not know what would happen if he truly let loose. He was a twin, and though he was shy and reserved, his double was even more so, although both were gorgeous and attracted attention like magnets. At 22, he was beautiful and knew it, but had an insecurity about him that made him both endearing and dangerous. Whether this timidity was sincere or affected, I will never know.

Sebastian and Viktor had been best friends for 5 or 6 years. Where one lacked confidence, the other made up for it. Where one lacked sensitivity, the other picked up the slack. And so on and so forth. They were yin and yang, to say the least. And I lusted after them both.

I considered myself dowdy; 5’2” on a good day, with an athletic build that had gotten soft in the 2 years since I’d graduated high school. Dishwater blonde hair, a fair to medium skin tone. I had, in my opinion, 3 redeeming features. The first was that I was blessed with naturally clear skin; I had little to no problems with acne, and so spent little time on makeup and covering up imperfections. This went along with the second; I was low-maintenance. Because I did not wear a lot of makeup, I didn’t see the bother with fixing my hair nicely either, though it was very long at the time (it hit my waistline). I would either put it in a ponytail or a braid so that it didn’t interfere with my day to day activities. The third, and best, in my opinion, were my eyes. I, too, had the classic Aryan look; fair complexion, blonde hair, and blue eyes. But for some reason, my eyes drew people in. They have been described as anywhere from ice-blue to a stormy bluish-grey, which I have found corresponds to my mood. But they are very expressive and intense. Therefore, whenever I have intense feelings about someone or something, I put on my sunglasses (yes, even at night!), so that my eyes do not betray me.

Sebastian and I were together for 13 months and engaged for 5 before I met Viktor in person. I suppose I was being kept away until I was deemed worthy, or until Sebastian had me wrapped up so tightly that I wouldn’t leave him for Viktor. This was the one issue the boys had; if one of them had a girl and she met the best friend too soon, she would inevitably want the other. Whether it was for looks, personality, temperament, or simple chemistry, it would happen every time. But the first contact ever made (a simple side hug in front of a group of people) the electricity crackled so much I expected it to be audible. We were having a birthday party for another friend within the group, but everyone kept looking at Viktor and I as though they were expecting a show. I maintained a polite and appropriate distance, though I was intrigued. The feelings surging through my body were foreign; I was a naïve 19 years old, having had only one lover, and he turned out to be gay. At the end of the evening, I shook Viktor’s hand, gave everyone else a hug, and happily drove Sebastian home, as he was too drunk to function.

The next morning, he awoke early, rolled over in the bed to wake me, and asked me what I thought about Viktor. We had a very open relationship, and he had cheated on me twice at this point but I forgave him, so I told him what I thought. I explained briefly the spark I felt between us during the miniscule amount of physical contact we had, and that I purposely stayed away from Viktor because I knew the history, and I because I loved him, Sebastian, and would never do anything to hurt him. He smiled, then proceeded to slide my panties off as his show of appreciation for choosing him over his buddy; I willingly obliged. Little did I know…

New Year’s Eve was upcoming. Sebastian and I had rented a house only 2 blocks from his ex-wife Kristi, who lived there with their 4-year-old son, Brody. She also lived with her other son, 6-month-old Logan, whose father was…Viktor. Long story short, a drunken one-night stand lead to the second child, and though Viktor had no romantic feelings for Kristi, he was trying to do the right thing and be there not only for his baby Logan, but to help with Brody. Amazingly, the four of us got along wonderfully. Kristi and I trusted and talked to one another; as Brody’s future step-mom, he and I played and laughed and had a great time! We would all hang out together, either at our house or theirs, with little or no dissention. Two days after Christmas, Sebastian and I were at their house playing with the boys, and Kristi asked if we had any plans for New Years. I piped up that we didn’t, thinking that maybe they needed a babysitter so they could go out and rekindle the romance. I was shut down quickly by Sebastian, Viktor, and Kristi! She wanted to invite Sebastian and I over so we could all ring in the New Year together, but she also wanted a safety net. Although she would be at home, she wanted to get shit-faced drunk, and wanted at least one other responsible adult around to tend to the children should they wake from their sleep. I agreed, and our plans were in place. We stayed for another hour, but I did not notice Sebastian and Viktor sneak outside to talk for 20 minutes like Kristi did. She mentioned it weeks later, but I played dumb.

NYE has arrived. Sebastian and I make the short, 2 block walk from our home to theirs. By 9:00, Sebastian, Kristi, and Viktor have indulged to the point where they are dancing at random times, talking loudly, and having a great time in general. At 19, I was still hesitant to have a drink, and had already designated myself as the “baby caregiver”. Logan, the 6-month-old, was at one of his grandmother’s houses. Brody was supposed to be picked up by his grandmother at 9:00, but she had called and said she was stuck behind a wreck and it would be about 2 hours before she could get him. She also stated that she was only 2 miles from her house. I knew a back way to get there, and offered to bring Brody over. She blubbered her appreciation and went home. I asked Brody if he wanted to go to his Grandmas or stay home; he said if I was going to be there in the morning when he woke up that he wanted to stay at home, but because I wouldn’t take him home with me since Sebastian was “tore up from the floor up”, and it would be a mess the next morning, Brody condescended and asked me to take him to his Mimi. I was not going to leave the baby at their house when they were jacked, so I made the trip and after 45 minutes, returned to the party.

Viktor brought out a bottle of champagne he had bought in celebration of the New Year. Kristi was wavering at this point; she had consumed multiple shots, 2 Margaritas, and 3 beers. She didn’t drink often because she had the children most of the day, so she was on the verge of passing out. At 11:59, Viktor shook the bottle of champagne, walked to the driveway, then started a countdown to open it. He was holding the bottle close to his crotch; he had wedged it between his thighs so he could pop the cork at the right time. Kristi saw this and immediately ran over, dropped to her knees, and began simulating giving him head, but with the champagne bottle. Viktor told her to get her mouth off the bottle, because the force of the cork popping could kill her. She sat up, flipped him off while saying, “Fuck you motherfucker,” then promptly passed out in the driveway. At this point, there were only 15 seconds left in the countdown. Sebastian, Viktor, and I counted down, “10….9…8…” Then, Sebastian pulls me over in front of Viktor, tells him to pop the cork, and the boys shout, “ONE! HAPPY NEW YEAR!”, my face is covered in a deluge of champagne. Sebastian puts my head over the top of the bottle so I have NO choice but to suck it down whilst it is still between Viktor’s legs.

Once the bottle stops spewing and I stop gagging from the onslaught of carbonation, we turn our focus to Kristi. She is happily passed out in the driveway, but doesn’t need to be there. I try to wake her up, but she continually pushes me away or tries to punch me. I leave her on the ground and tell the boys they need to carry her into the house. They do as I ask, and I give them instructions for how to set her in the event she gets sick while she’s passed out, then I tell Sebastian I’m walking home and he needs to stay and make sure his baby-mama is OK. He agrees, and I make the short 2 block walk to my home.

I walk into our home and immediately take off my sweatshirt, because I’m hot not only from helping to carry Kristi and get her taken care of, but being forced to kneel between Viktor’s legs and suck spewing liquid coming forth from the bottle betwixt his legs. I then remove my jeans, bra, and panties, and when I’m completely disrobed, I take my hair down from the ponytail. It cascades down my back, and is long enough that it gently tickles the top of my ass crack. I stroll onto the small back deck that we have, and bask in the cold January air and the moonlight. After a few minutes, I get very cold and go back into the house, only to find…

Sebastian has come home, and is sitting naked on our couch, stroking himself gently. He gives the that “Come hither” look, and beckons me forward. He is obviously pleased that I’m nude, and I assume that he shed his clothing because he saw mine in a pile on the living room floor. I bestride him and we begin kissing passionately, in a way that we hadn’t since before we first made love. Tension, desire, desperation, longing was obvious in those kisses, the grabbing of the hair, the sucking of the neck.

Whilst straddled upon him, he grabs my wrists and holds them down by my waist. He then proceeds to kiss my face, my neck, and then focuses on my collarbone. He licks, nips, and ever so gently sucks, eliciting a groan from me. He moves up and nips at my earlobe, then whispers into my ear with hot breath that he is going to give me the experience of a lifetime this evening. All the while, I am mounted in his lap, wrists bound by his strong hands, desperately grinding my womanhood against him, begging for purchase. Yet, he denies me. And I am not accustomed to this, as usually, he takes what he wants when he can get it with my permission.

“Are you ready?” he breathes into my ear.

Though I’m desperate for penetration and release at this point, I know I have to play the game. “For what?” I ask as coquettishly and innocently as I can.

“The fucking of your life, baby girl!” he shouts as he lifts me off his lap. In one fell swoop, he has stood up, hands gripping my ass, and then lay himself on the floor, carrying me with him. Hips on my waist, he begins rocking me cowgirl style upon his throbbing shaft. He runs his fingers through my hair, scraping my scalp, then running his short nails along my back, trying to hurt me and drawing blood in the process, pulling my torso ever closer to his.

He kisses me long and deep as he continues to thrust into me while pulling and pushing my hips to stimulate my clit. When I finally break for air as well as scream for my first orgasm, he pulls my face down again so I’m left with no choice but to scream into his mouth, begging for air, as my womanhood spews forth wetness upon him and my body shudders in ecstasy. Once he feels my body settle, he pulls my head up by my hair and says, “How was that?”

“Magnificent,” I whisper, barely able move, much less speak. I can feel the blood running down my back at this point.

“Well, hold on baby...I have a LOT more in store for you,” he chuckles.

I lay for a moment on the floor, wondering what more he thinks he can do to me, and then decide that I don’t care, so long as it is at least HALF as pleasurable as what I just experienced. I sit up, grab his face, and ask, “Are you drunk?”

“I am, but you’re not! That means I can go longer, and you’ll just have to cum all night!” he said with glee. He then clapped his hands together like a small child.

Well, who am I to argue with fate? If my man wants to please me, then I guess I’ll just have to go along with it, even if I have to put up with pain. Remember; he's more experience than I am. 

“Ready for the next round?” he asked. I shake my head vigorously, ignoring the fact that he’s looking at the clock on the wall behind me rather than in my eyes.

“Please!” I say, excited but also slightly scared for what is about to happen.

“Why are you looking at the clock? It’s after midnight,” I ask him.

“If you love and trust me, there’s a reason. Is that good enough for you?” he asks. Yet at the same time, he has picked me up, placed me back on the couch, and is nipping, lapping, and sucking at one nipple while gently twisting and rolling the other with his fingers. What am I supposed to say?

Sebastian sits down on the couch as he was when I came in naked from the back porch, and pulls me astride him. He lowers me gently onto his throbbing man-sword, and we begin to rock in a gentle, but exceedingly pleasurable rhythm.

We are still in the living room at this point.

There is a knock on the front door.

I freeze, then turn, looking desperately for a blanket or my clothes. Sebastian holds me down firm to his cock, demands I look at him, and says, “Baby, it’s fine.”

He begins to rock my hips upon him again as the front door creaks open. Suddenly, not only my nude form but that of Sebastian is on display in the midst of fucking in front of…

Viktor.

As soon as I see him, I freeze immediately. However, I do not try to cover my breasts nor my pussy. For some reason, it feels right for him to see me in this way while being penetrated by his best friend, my fiancé. And if Sebastian said it’s ok, then he must not mind Viktor seeing me this way. It’s also obvious to me at this point that this “incident” has been planned.

I am still mounted upon my fiancé Sebastian, yet Viktor strides over as he removes his shirt and shoes, pulling off and kicking off both easily as though it was anticipated. As soon as both offending items are gone, he kneels behind me, my back facing him. He runs his warm hands along my spine, then begins massaging my shoulders as I’m still riding Sebastian.

I moan in pleasure at the extra, unexpected set of warm hands traversing my body. As I do this, Sebastian winds his arms around me, places his hands on my shoulders, and begins to drill me rapidly as Viktor removes his pants (and he has no underwear beneath), and begins simultaneously massaging my pucker-hole as he strokes his throbbing member. Viktor slides a finger into my waiting brown-hole, and I cum immediately again, body quivering with unexpected and unanticipated pleasure. Once the orgasm has calmed, Viktor removes his finger and Sebastian lifts me off his lap. Sebastian is still very firm, not having his release at this point. Viktor is thick and ready, having arrived late to the party. I take advantage of the slight break and say, “Sebastian, did you know he was going to show up?”

“Well, of course. What do you think we were whispering about a few weeks ago?”

“I had no idea! I knew that y’all had issues.”

“But, you didn’t leave me for him. And, you told me that you had the attraction, but you still wanted me. That made you the perfect choice for the threesome that he and I always wanted to have, but hadn’t done it yet.” Viktor smiles and nods along.

“So basically, you just wanted a girl you could both fuck, but you wanted to make sure she stayed with you, Sebastian?”

“Yeah, basically…”

“Viktor, what do you think?”

“I’ve wanted you, mind, body, and soul, since I first met you.”

Sebastian falls off the couch laughing. “Fuck dude, you’re TOTALLY drunking fuck!”

Viktor looks at me, winks, and says, “Yeah dude, I am. Let’s do what we talked about!”

He wraps his arms around me gently, and as I look in his eyes, I can tell he is as sober as I am. He pulls me off the couch, looking me square in the eyes. He kisses me deeply, then sets me down gently and asks me to wait for just a moment. Sebastian is laying on the floor, pulling his pud as though it’s never been touched before. When Viktor returns, he has my softest satin blanket, and fluffs it then lays it out on the floor. He beckons me over, and I crawl to him, hands and knees like an obedient puppy. Sebastian is laying on the carpet right next to the blanket, still playing with himself. Viktor shouts at him, “Dude! I’m about to make love to your fiancée, are you gonna join?”

Not fuck, but make love.

And, he was the invited guest, giving the host a fair warning.

Sebastian sits up, stroking his cock, and goes, “Fuck yeah! We got this bro!” He tries to high-five Viktor, who just ignores him.

The men get themselves set up in the London Bridge position, then put me in the center. Viktor is behind me, wanting first dibs since Sebastian has already been there and he’s obviously afflicted; he says that Sebastian doesn’t deserve the privilege. I am on my hands and knees, doggy style, with Sebastian in front of me and Viktor behind me. As soon as Viktor thrusts into my core, I open my mouth wide, covering my teeth with my lips, and deep throat Sebastian’s throbbing cock. We quickly develop a rhythm; as Viktor thrusts, I more deeply engulf Sebastian’s member in my throat. After 2 minutes of steady rocking, Sebastian cannot hold out any further and releases his load. I swallow without complication, ready for him to be gone so I can focus solely on Viktor. But there is an issue…

Once Sebastian has had his need satisfied, he wants to watch his future wife being drilled by his best friend who lost out to him. But, because he was “fucked up”, he said this aloud. Therefore, Viktor and I decide to take advantage of this fact.

Viktor grabbed my hair in jest, brought my ear up to his mouth, and said, “Ready to give him a fucking show?”

I turned my head and said, “I don’t know what else he wants! Please remember, I’ve only had one partner before all of this.”

Viktor said, “If you and I want to make love like we have both thought about, then just trust me. I know what will make him pass out….he’s drunk. Just bend over….he’s barely watching, and if you can fake it quick, he’ll be asleep in 5 minutes.”

“How do you know that I’ll have to fake it, Viktor?”

“I don’t, but just make sure you’re ready for the real me once he’s out.”

Viktor “throws” me down on the ground, then pins my wrists above my head with one hand as he slides his package into my awaiting moist womanhood. I groan immediately at the pleasure. Viktor and I make eye contact as I wrap my legs around his hips, and he says,”FUCK! Don’t look at me, or I’ll come immediately!” I divert my eyes and look over at Sebastian. His eyes are drooping, hand on his wilting pecker, and on the verge of snoring because he’s already got his.

“Vik, let me get on him for just a minute and tell him I want more. That will put him to sleep. I promise!” Viktor scowls, but agrees. He sits in the recliner, gently stroking his throbbing erection, pouting as I approach my Sebastian.

I climb upon Sebastian, move his hand from his member to my swinging breast, and begin grinding on him as I suck and lick his neck and ears, which are his most sensitive spots. He awakens immediately, ready and raring to go. He asks if I’ve had enough, and I told him I was waiting for him. Sebastian, of course, must be “the man”, so he automatically tries to thrust inside me. I deny him access, and state that I have other plans.

I make him get in the doggy style position like he had me do previously. I beckon forth Viktor with my finger, and give him two choices. He can either lick his best friend’s asshole and make love to me as we both want, or he can let me blow him while I let Sebastian fuck me one more time in front of him.

Guess what he chose?

He licked his best friend’s asshole as I gave Sebastian the blowjob of my life. Viktor circled Sebastian’s exit hole with his tongue as though he was a pro. I saw some of the tongue movement and recognized some of the moves; it made me jealous. I wanted him to do that to my clit. It lasted all of 2 minutes. Viktor took it above and beyond. Once Sebastian reached climax, I swallowed his cum readily. He slumped over, and it took both Viktor and I to lift and move him into the bedroom Sebastian and I shared.

Once he had him laid down, tucked in, and snoring, Viktor grabbed me. We were both still nude at this point. He held my body close to him as though I was a treasure, running his hands up and down my body though he had a full foot of height on me. I thrust my hands through his lustrous brown hair, then jumped up and wrapped my legs around his waist. He placed his hands on my ass, gave each cheek a squeeze, then walked the two of us into the other bedroom with a queen size mattress.

He lay me down gently, then looked deep into my eyes and asks, “Do you want this?”

“Want what? You” I ask, trying to be polite and coquettish yet again, batting my eyelashes as though I was innocent. However, we are too far gone for that.

“Honey, I know you want me. Trust me please; I want you…. badly. But, I need to make sure that what you felt out there in the living room is the same as it is right here and now, with me having a raging hard-on and have fought for the last hour to not cum because I want to please you so bad.”

“Is this what you and Sebastian were whispering about a few weeks ago?”

“Yes. We were looking for a girl we could share. And even though she might feel stronger about one than the other, she can have both with permission now…”

“Viktor, I’m engaged to Sebastian. Truth be told, I’d rather be with you, because we seem to fit together better. So why would you agree to a threesome with me when you knew we had some kind of connection?”

“Baby, that’s the only way we could talk honestly or get a chance to make love. And I hope you notice I keep saying “Make love”. I don’t just want to FUCK you…I want to fulfill your every need in every way. But, since I can’t, can I at least satisfy you sexually right now?”

Like I would say no.

He thrust his hands into my hair, then lightly scratched my scalp as he sucked gently on my neck, working his way down to my collarbone. As his mouth made its way to my left areola, his left hand made its way to my right breast, tweaking, twisting, and pulling harder and harder on my nipple until I could no longer take it. He then pushed my breasts up from the bottom, shoving both of my areolas within 2 inches of my mouth. I flicked out my tongue and licked, then nipped with my teeth, each nipple, as they were protruding to the point that they looked like a baby bottle. This drove him nearly to the edge.

He grabbed my hands (not wrists), and asked if he could put them above my head. I loosened my grip, pulled his face to me so I could kiss him the way I desired, and wound up with my arms around his neck and legs around his back.

Viktor had enough self-control that he didn’t thrust, didn’t try to gain control. Instead, he savored the kisses, flipped me over so he could enjoy me fully (in his own words), and then, ever so gently, slipped his glistening, throbbing, beautiful manhood into my waiting lady curtains. The moment he first pressed into me, I almost came due to sheer pleasure and delight at who was inside me. However, I suppressed it, as we women can do, because I wanted to orgasm at the same time he did so he could feel the pulsations and my muscles contracting around his length so I could drain him fully of his manly fluids and make it worthwhile.

As we both approached the moment of climax, Sebastian woke up and heard us. He walked to the doorway of the bedroom we were in, mere feet from the bedroom he and I shared.

Thankfully, I didn’t see him until just after I had come; however, Viktor had seen Sebastian and withheld his inner ecstasy.

“Well, well, well,” Sebastian muttered. “I knew it. You wanted him more than you did me, bitch!” As he said this, he approached me naked, as that’s how Viktor and I both put him to bed, but with a fist raised, ready to strike.

“Bastian, you were with us for everything until you passed out! All we were doing was finishing because the carpet was tearing me up on my back!” I flipped over so he could see the rugburn on my back. “Plus, YOU’RE the one that invited Viktor over; you watched him fuck me briefly, so I don’t know what the problem is!”

“You shouldn’t have let me pass out!” he said as he swung a meat hook my way, hitting me at the corner of my left eye. Viktor was just behind him, having jumped out of the bed and trying to grab his neck, but didn’t succeed before Sebastian’s fist made contact with my face. Sebastian then pulled a switchknife out; we still don't know where it came from since he was naked. Viktor jumped onto Sebastian’s back, trying to get him off me as Sebastian had a blade pressed to my neck at this point. “Run, baby girl, run!” Viktor shouted, pulling back desperately on his best friend’s head and trying the best as he could to pull him down with his body weight.

I stood up as Sebastian’s attention was diverted by Viktor. I looked Viktor in the eye, motioned with my hand where he needed to go. Viktor feinted and dropped to the right, then I hit Sebastian where it counted; his ear. Rather than kick him in the nuts like most women would have, I knew that would enrage him. But give him a haymaker to the ear; he’ll drop like a wild animal with a tranquilizer.

Once he dropped, Viktor grabbed the knife and threw it into the yard behind us; it flew at least 200 yards. Sebastian was snoozing once again, this time not only from drink, but from defeat and physical exhaustion. For the second time, Viktor and I picked his heavy ass up, placed him in the bed, then made plans for 2 days later to finish our consummation of desire. Viktor locked the door and placed a chair in front of it so Sebastian couldn't get out and get to me before Viktor could, even in a different home.

I fell asleep nude, beaten, and bruised, on my couch that night.

Yet somehow, when I awoke, I had on silk pajamas and was in a beautiful hotel suite. Or, at least as beautiful as you can get in southeastern Oklahoma.....

To be continued…….

     Wow. I am so humbled and honored by the support of this community. I have always loved to write, and Prose has given me the forum and the confidence to share my work with a wider audience. For that, I am truly grateful! Thank you to each and every one of my first 100 followers! Your support and readership mean so much to me, and I will strive to continue releasing quality content! I also love reading your words and getting a glimpse into your wonderfully creative minds!

      Currently, I am in school full-time and also hoping to submit work to poetry contests/journals in the future, so I may publish here a bit less frequently – I’m realizing now that some publications are finicky when it comes to work previously posted online. Still, I look forward to continuing to post, reading your work and creating new challenges!

       I also realized I’ve never made a proper introduction, so here goes! I’m a young woman born and raised in New England. Currently, I’m a full-time third year college student of Political Science and English, as well as a part-time classical singer. Though I’m woefully indecisive about my future, I am interested in becoming a lawyer, teacher, or editor. I love anything involving chocolate, fiddle music, Broadway or Bollywood. When it comes to literature, I gravitate toward 18th & 19th century works, especially those by Austen, Dickens, Mary Shelley, the Brontes, and of course, Poe. 

      I’d love to know more about all of you! If you’d like, comment below what you do, what you love, and/or who your favorite authors are! I’d love some book recommendations!

Again, thank you so much for welcoming me to the Prose community. :) 

All my best,

Lenore

May the Grace consume me in its fold

Mold me in accordance with greater dynamism

And the art carved from my form be a conduit

A duct to seal injury, a shaft of light in the dark

A culvert to which peace, love, and joy disperse

chainedinshadow

@Tylasmith I have been treated poorly by people of all races; that's life. And do NOT speak to me about not understanding racism; I have lived with racism all my life; I live IN THE DEEP SOUTH! And like I said, almost all of my friends are black. And guess what? They are disgusted with Black Lives. I don't have time to argue with you more, I'm sorry; I would also appreciate it if you used language that was more proper and less filthy.

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@Tylamsith I have also been called a lot worse than "cracker" by many people; there are wrongs on both sides of the issue. And you're going on about people labeling others...and you are labeling me.

@Tylasmith I'm sorry, I had to delete your comments because you're getting out of hand and using inappropriate language. I DO know about racism, and I have seen the slums, and they were pretty much a very big part of my life. And you know what? Everyone is responsible for their choices. Just because your black doesn't dictate whether you end up in prison--what you DO dictates that. What IS the point of Black Lives Matter, because so far, they're missing the point, too. And if you deal drugs, guess what? You deserve to go to jail. Drugs ruin lives and rip apart families.

No, I said I deleted them because I do not appreciate people using the "s" and "f" word in my presence; it's foul, it's dirty, and it's base. And it only reveals what type of person you are. And you're not the type of person I have respect for.

tell to my face what i am, that's okay because i don't respect you either 

I never labeled you what are you two playing the victim here never labeled you, and number one don't accuse me of shit because when u make an accusation u make an ass out of yourself , I am tired of you crying boohoo about what happened to you , you never been through no real shit , 

I am tired of your ass talking about the deep south and fuck the south, okay , I am tired you of  telling me what your black friends said about black lives matter, they don't speak for all African-Americans, you don't know crap about racism, unless u experienced it , u have no idea what it is like to be a minority, why because you are part of the majority. I tired of you wearing like living in the deep south like a scar of war , or that it makes u expert on racism, life is all about the experience and the pain, the little shit that has happened to you is not even a big deal , you know why because you can still go out of this world and still achive your dreams , because why because your white, whereas the black man doesnt have the same shot at getting over the humps of hate and people being racism to him , because all the media and society do is treat black people less than we are , we were born into slavery brought out slavery only to be slaves of the media a puppet to what a black man should be or what any other minority should be because we fear maybe one day we end up like Trayvon Martin or where not black because we dont act a certain way or because of how much melanin in or skin were not black enough , or when your called a nigger because your black and you played the harriet tubman in a school play , or when your called a grease monkey because you got oil in your hair , or when a kid tells you to go get the tennis ball slave , or  when your in the store and you calsuay slip your hand in your pocket and the store manager asks you to empty out your pockets and calls you a dirty nigga , or when your put in a program for bad kids because you stand up for yourself and people label you as the crazy black women ,

why are you bringing up drugs with black people, you lost me there-sterotypical i dk  i am confused 

I DO know about racism, and I have seen the slums, and they were pretty much a very big part of my life. And you know what? Everyone is responsible for their choices.

know you don't darling, a big part of your life, so your sitting down and watching it happen

@lonely No one even treats black people differently. If ANYONE is prejudice, it's the black people, who claim the whites hate them...which is bunk. Most of my friends are black, with the exception of three, and I do not treat them any differently, and no one treats them any differently. Even the ones who live in some bad sections of NY!! So, like I said, stop seeing something that's NOT THERE!

race blaming, dare i say racist , no one treats  blacks differently ,I think your blind

es. People go on too much about racism between black and white, and that only makes it worse. The fact is this: the racism is NOT as bad as people make it sound; and with the media making everything sound worse than it is, people get riled up, and it only BECOMES worse.

racism isnt bad as it sounds , i thought you saw the slums( I have seen the slums, and they were pretty much a very big part of my life.)

of it so no noubt you say the negative affects of racism had on the people affected , and what it did to people and how it affected there self-esteem