How long will it take to get you out of my system
Out of my mind
Away from my soul
I never wanted this much
This deeply
I couldn’t fathom
That I could be like them
Wanting
Willing
Hoping I’m next
I’m never next
At best
I am a thought
At worst
A passing blip
There will be
No lips touching
Only in dream
That is good
Adequate
A tear eluded its captivity
Without a moments hesitation
Enough brutality was served
Still, it held its ground
Until opportunity presented itself
Verbal beating
Lands and rips
Tight skin pops
Muscle bunch bracing for impact
Provocation was not given
Permission was not given
Penance was not given
Absolution was not given
The only form of healing
Was escape
Curled up internally
Is the innocent
I’m not here for you
there was a time
there was a moment
every breath I took
had your name imprinted on it
the time has passed
truths were found out
under my skin you still live
in the creases of my brain you reside
I’m not here for you
I’m here for what we were
what we should have been
instead of what is now
I will not break their hearts
mines is already shattered
I will play the fool one more time
I’m not here for you
I’m just here.
What a pretty thing to see words sing
as the lights twirl and flash
what a wicked thing to read words that bring
rage to be ripped and slashed
The pounding of the drum within my head
beats endlessly in the silence of the night
As the words have no rhyme or rhythm
causing one to scream and fight
internally all these things are happening
no one is ever the wiser
when things slip out in ancient tongues
what was a trickle becoming a geyser
no I’m not losing it as it may seem
all these nonsensical words come out as I dream
I can start this off with something like, “Get some water.” “Moisten that mouth” but I won’t. ( I kind of did. Didn’t I?)
There is an abundance of comments in the winter and fall. I find that when it gets hot everyone tends to stop commenting. Is it as simple as that? The heat. Everyone is outside socializing and rarely has time to read and comment.
I do not blame them. Outside is better than inside all year. There are those who cannot go out and the most socializing they have is with the commenters. Sad but true. I try my best to comment when I can but that does not mean that I am immune to wanting someone to comment back.
Yes, I can go out and socialize but I love to write. To entertain with my stories and the worlds I create. It makes me excited when someone takes the time to give a thumbs up or that’s interesting.
This is not a look at me writing. (well, yah, look at me. lol) It’s more of I need to get this out of my head writing so I can think of something else.
I guess I don’t have summer tongue. Not yet at least.
You walked the line between heaven and hell
Do you allow the beast takeover
To dominate every area and every inch of this space
To take without being asked
To break you
To bend you
To reveal a part of you
You never knew existed
Or
Will I hand over the reins
Allow another to give me pleasure
To feel free
No thoughts
No decisions
Just feeling the moment
The Beast is waiting. Decide.
Hello to all of you. I think you have noticed that my platform aesthetic is changing. I am coming closer to what I want it to be.
I want it easier to see what you want and what you enjoy. Those of you who like my poetry will get that. There will be two forms of it. One Title E.P. stands for Erotic Poetry and the other will be Poetry. Why the separation? There are those who to not favor erotic kind of poetry. Both are powerful forms, but some just do not favor it.
That being said my stories are still going to cater to the adult form with the rating with the title. Every post will have a rating and when it gets explicit it will have the rating the coincides with it.
I have been hinting for a while that I have a surprise for all of you. Here it. I have started a mail club for writers and poets. You may wonder why I would start this and why can’t I just post everything online. I wanted to do something that would bring me closer to you and give you a smile to receive something in the mail from me.
What you will receive is a letter from me, A short story that will go with the theme of the month, two prompt cards. Each specifically geared towards what you lean towards in writing and stickers. I post the update of where you can sign up for this.
The club is called H.F. Post Society
I remember having a pen pal when I was young and I was excited to receive those letters. I want you to get excited to receive a letter from me.
Please bear with me as I work on this platform. Till the next we meet keep stoking those fires. Fia Naturie.
The rain hits my skin like acid
Peeling away the environmental slug that’s coated with ignorance
What I need is waiting
Perfectly still
Exquisitely hard
Waiting for what I alone can give
Others have tried
Others have died in their futile attempt
My little biter
Is not to be tame for others
Still obeys my direction
Wearing black is not a statement
It’s a requirement
Nothing pure and innocent is going to transpire tonight
Gone is the time he had to run
Come to me
Tonight is fleeting
My desire is not
(Hello fire starter’s, it has been a moment since I posted a poem like this. It is a two-part poem. Second part is obviously hotter. Let me know your there 😉
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