Category: Poetry

Shadows

Good and bad things happen in the shadows

I have learned that light not only reveals but bends

Is it wise to be so open and spill truths

To be taken and uses for others gains

I am the good that is hidden with pointed teeth

Docile and meek

are for those who fear shadows

(When I am ready to reveal what is happening. You will be the first to know)

My Love (Poem)

My love does not lay in a bed of roses

nor does my love like to follow a trail of dying petals.

My love does not have poise’s woven into her hair,

My love is not conventional.

It is potent

Dash away the repetitive symbols,

For my love do not require these objects.

For my love will always cherish the moments.

The memory of the first hand holding,

The first held breath,

The first gentle and  truth in a kiss.

My love is not in the past,

but ever present in the now.

Fia Naturie

Unjust Jealousy

Unjust jealousy
has taken over me
I cannot believe
that you cannot see
that he is for me

I will channel this rage
as my pen flies across the page
There is no smoke or sage
That will bless what is coming in spades

You need to understand
When this woman claims that man
He is taken in hand
No judge or jury can command

So, since an education is required
Pull up a seat as this transpires
You see those lips
those hands
that Chest
I can say more, but I will say less

It’s funny how men think we will not fight
Allow them to go to this one or that one during the night
But what is mine will never be out of my sight
Either tied or chained sounds delicious, right

You can’t handle what is right next to me
You’re too young, too inexperienced, too full of Glee
You see, when the lights are dim or even red and sinewy
You couldn’t even do what he requires of me

There’s something that comes with age and time
You would have to be taught, but not by what’s mine
The young green grape hangs loosely on the vine
Is not much of a delicacy until it’s turned into wine

Now go away, little mouse, and eat someone else’s cheese
They may like what you have, and you wouldn’t be on your knees
Oh, that was harsh. Forgive me please
I think you understand now, you finally see

Poetic Voyeur

Why am I drawn to your writing?

I’m not sure myself.

 Is it because I can see the damage and every word

Or is it that I can see you 

See, you get so engulfed in every word 

To make your point come across?

It’s my own form of voyeurism. 

You’re so open in a different way.

Do you pull your hair and get aggravated 

When you can’t get the right words

Or when you’re writing something salacious, 

do you put the phone down? So no one can see? 

Maybe you could close the book. When you feel, 

your ears are turning red from what your mind created 

To see the human body and all its splendor on the outside.

 Is deliciousI 

I will not deny that

But to see what’s inside the mind is so damn sexy.

I like to watch as you toil around thoughts

.And then present it to me

Do you give secret notes away?

I’m a greedy bitch

Is it wrong for my beast to stir when you do

As I read the pulse in my neck begins to beat fast

Breathing air is difficult

When did air become thick

I feel my heart start to stutter

Not realizing I stop breathing altogether

It’s a drug, the words

Sweet then dangerous

A tender kiss to open one up

Then the moment a moan escapes

The world slips away

It’s just the words

The ache

The  need

Half-hooded eyes

Blown pupils

Inner heat

Created by the poet

When it all comes to an end

I’m left with the tremors

I’ll wait until the next

Poetic piece

The question is…

When can I …

Have more

Musing

I have been questioned if I don’t see
What is going on before me
It’s been said that people are afraid to write
 because the stars are not sitting quite right

They want to remove or put it in a box,
 Specific themes should be behind locks
I am silent more than I write
because I have so many things to do at night

Why I will not shut the door
restrain others from saying anything more
freedom of speech and of words
Freedom that is being fought for but is not heard

I tend not to write about politics and religion, you see
A lot of my views will confuse and not sit right with thee
I see the pain of those who write
They wait for comments, but they refuse to comment on others’ writes

Again, popularity is not the theme
All we want is to be read and be seen
I was told, “I don’t want them to say a word.”
Afraid they will not understand their words

I was told you’re being a prude
Let me express what I want
Now my words are misconstrued

So here it goes, I am going to say what I have to say
Because my mind is going this way

Write

Write about pain

Write about love

Write about feeling you’re going insane

Write about god or gods above

Write about what you see

Write about how things should be

Write about sex

Write about what comes next

Write about your fear of death

Write about the medication withdrawl

Write about you no longer walk but you still crawl

There is no lock on this door
No chains are bolting you to the floor
You think I do not see
You think I do not read

I am one out of many here to say
Your words have power
Do you understand what I say

If you reach one
Why must it be
That 1
Should be three

Fia is in more places and faces than you know

If you need me, I will do my best to show

(Hello, my fire starters. I hope you are well. I have been busy working on Stars Rite. Its funny how you can never please everyone, yet I still try)

Where the fuck did the Gs go? by Ambjr

where the fuck did the Gs go?

gone

just like that

no warnin

no explanation

like they woke up one mornin

and decided

fuck it…we’re out

they were here

and now

it’s just chaos

a bloody fuckin mess 

of half words and broken thoughts

like a riot in the goddamn dictionary

I don’t even know how it happened

they just bailed

no goodbye

no last fuckin look

just a ghost in the machine

sneakin out the back door

while I was busy tryin to write

what am I supposed to do with this?

ING without a G?

mess of letters

all scattered like pieces of a puzzle

I never asked to solve

the Gs just said 

fuck it

and now the whole damn thing’s upside down

it’s pure unfiltered anarchy

like some cosmic joke played out 

in typewriter ink

world’s lost its fuckin mind

and so have the letters

the Gs ain’t in line anymore

they’re free

wild

runnin with fuckin scissors

cuttin every word in half

leavin me in this mess

oh well…

I don’t give a fuck

let it burn

the chaos reign

Gs are gone

people are mad

b/c they gotta self edit

but the sentence doesn’t need to be pretty

doesn’t need to make sense

fuckin Gs just decided to dip

and now I’m here

watchin the clusterfuck unfold

I’m not cleanin it up tho

I’m not even sorry

the Gs are gone

and I’m better for it

(I want to thank Ambjr for allowing me to post his work on my platform.)

One Last Time (Adult)

Stretching and reaching for the headboard
Trying to wake my mind from the dream
Hearing a voice say
“Stay right there. I want to taste your morning cream.”

The timber of the voice
The scent of cedar wood
As if I had a choice
I am amazed that I would

Hands that move over languid muscle
Firmly parting two thighs.
Working me over like a side hustle
Thinking about what I could use as an alibi

Teeth find purchase on firm mounds.
Damn, I love the teeth. the mouth, the tongue
Bury my head to make no sound
We had only begun

A playful swap on the opposite side
So tempted to turn and put him inside

“No. This morning, I’m in control.
You will feel me from the top of your head
To the tips of your toes.”

If memory serves
It has not failed me before
If I am good, I get what I deserve
If I am bad, I will receive a punishment I adore

“Relax, I know exactly what I want to do.
You trust me?”
I honestly do

He wants me to say the words
I have not said in years
“Yes….Master?”
Sounds foreign to my ears

“Why a question
When you know I’m a switch
I let you control me last night
Now I want to scratch another itch

This is who we were in the past
The present will fade
Why not relax and let this last
Why can I not have this little escapade

Warm liquid flowed down the valley.
Increasing in heat as it goes
Sliding a muscle in the alley
Teasing a hole that is tightly closed

“No one has ventured here since me
Can you tell me why
I would know if you are deceiving me
No need to lie.”

Feeling the heat rise on my face
Eyes closed as I confessed
“I could not allow someone to have your place
I now feel completely undressed”

Slowly he probed
The burn is real
As if he knows
How he make me feel

Finally in 
Stretch to the gods
Now the fun begins
He was the right one for the job

With every thrust
I feel his grip sink in
Like a steam engine about to bust
Our insatiable desires are interwoven

Speed takes over sanity
Moans morph into screams
This should be the end of me
Instead, it will be placed in my wildest dreams

A hard push
A warm stream
Trembling thighs
Rivulets of cream

A finger used as a scoop
An audible pop after a taste
A slow withdrawal
Grateful it was not in haste

That was the end
We both knew it to be true
Our relationship would never mend
Sex can never make things brand new.