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Coming Close

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.

Run

I want you to run from me
Run as far as you can
Once I decide to set my sights
My vision will only see you
I will not be able to restrain myself
I will stay in the shadow and watch
You will feel me there
You will never see me there
Take the out
Run
I feel it just at the surface
Itching to be released
To consume you
Swallowing your fear like an aphrodisiac
Your eyes widening
Revealing everything
You secretly know… don’t you
That you are the rabbit
Not the pure, pristine rabbit
The one you should have been a cat
The number of lives you used
Trying to get away
The forest has no panic button
I am the wolf
Salivating from the sound of a rapid heart
Fighting the urge to chase
Do not taunt me
You know what and who I am
I watch you swallow
A nervous penchant
Shows the effect of what is occurring
You walk towards
Run
Run away
This is the last of the warnings
You come closer
The more I lose myself in this
The more you will have to endure

How are you all? I am writing out of sequence. This is the second part. The first is called Think and the third is called Behind the Door. The secret will be announced soon.

Statement

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 😉

Count Down Surprise

Hello, fire starters. I have been holding back a secret that I can now share with you. (Well… I have other secrets too…. not ready to share though)

I will be attending BOOK CON 2026 at New Yorks Jacob Javits center. It will be 4/18 and 4/19. This convention will show case traditionally published authors and indie authors.

I will have a table representing Hypo Frost Magazine and my e bookstore. Not only that. I will have my own published book Rum Over Whiskey there.

I would be doing a disservice by not saying that I did try to reach out to authors on WordPress to see if they would like their work to be placed on my table and in my bookstore.

Unfortunately, I think they may have thought I was a scam or bot. I will try to reach out again. If you are curious about me and what I do. I will be officially starting a newsletter. I did try a test run, and it was ok but with all new things it takes time to master.

I am so excited to share this with all of you. Until next post. Have a great day.

Hey You Guy’s

I have great news. I will have a table at Book Con 2026′. I am freaking out about it.

I will be representing Hypo Frost Magazine and Bookstore, and Stars Rite. A writing community. My table will represent both. Those writers who are published will be on the table.

I will post some pictures so you can see and tell all of you about the experience. That is it for now.

Fia.

Chocolate?

The person who created this concoction, I am convinced, was just trying to lull some unsuspecting woman into a state of euphoric bliss before pouncing on them.

What a way to start this right. Kill me off. Death by chocolate. Any way I will continue as I laugh at myself.

I notice that my poems get a lot of love, and my stories, as long as they are short, are being read. When I see the likes its like having chocolate for me.

I just devour it and then smile. This is just me musing over my thoughts today since it is valentines day.

I wish you all a happy one.

What’s on my mind

There are days I feel like I spread myself too thin, like butter on dried toast. You know how the heat from the toast just melts it in the crevasse. Then there are days I feel like I am the tube of butter a one slice of toast couldn’t melt me in its wildest dreams. lol

What an opening, just to say I have a lot on my plate. I have finished the third edition of my Hypo Frost magazine, and I have created an online bookstore where I import books myself. On top of that, I am running a poetry and writing site.

What is wrong with me? lol

I am a writer. I love creating worlds in my mind or doing twisted things to people in this world. My poetry is free-flowing thoughts and emotions. In one year, I wrote over 500 poems. some long, some short, but all mine. Well a few I did with a partner.

I guess I can be convincing if I want to collaborate on poetry and stories. Why am I writing this? I just need to write. I wanted to give you all an update and at the same time just write my thoughts as it tumbles out.

As
words
trickle
down
from
a
mind
consumed
with
thought,

One wonders with the flow stop, and will the pool stay still stagnant?

I will keep going till the water stops flowing. I hope you do too. fire starters.

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

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)