Tag: Emotional

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)

Sorry?? (poem)

What does the word even mean

An apology that is supposed to be given when felt

The word does not erase the feelings

That absolute absurdity of it

As a child you were made to say your sorry

Looking in that same child’s eyes 

There is not an ounce of remorse

Confusion

Anger

Adolescents are no better

Sorry rolls off the tongue to remove you from sight

Why say the word when they have done no wrong

Too sensitive

Delusional

Adults are a quagmire of word play

Rather the meaning of the word sorry

Sorry that you were caught…

Sorry that you heard it that way….

Sorry that you are having difficulty…

When are we going to realize

Sorry is only believed when the soul feels it

Within we have a natural detector to know when it is true

And when it is false

I have lived a life accepting and giving, sorries

And in this life time

Short as it is

I felt the truth

And given my truth

I feel such sorrow

For all of humanity

Because sorry cannot erase the damage/the carnage

Still, sorry falls from lips with no remorse, just avoidance

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.

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

It’s Finally Time

I have finally made the time to go down the welcome to Word press trail. I have meant to do that for a while, and I have gotten caught up with life.

I have read some very interesting introductions, and I hope that the ones who started on here for therapeutic purposes find some semblance of peace.

When I started on WordPress many years ago, my motive was to get people to read my work. I figured I don’t have to publish a book if people took the time and just read what I wrote this way.

I started putting out my stories here and now I have a blend of stories and poetry. It is funny what happens in life. I have published a book. Working on publishing another one. I own a literary site, a magazine and, now a bookstore.

The bookstore is in its infancy, but it will grow. All this to say is that we never know what may happen when we go down our own rabbit hole.

Still, when it is time to hop to it, I must at least. I have been spending a lot of time on Stars Rite. A writing community. If you are curious, come and see what it is like and say hello.

I’m Fia, and I always say hello back.

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)

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.)