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.
It is time.
There was nothing, a hollow
The butterfly would not grace my skin
Thoughts on invisible currents
Creates and destroys and creates again
A prayer for…
It cannot be said then it becomes real
Hope is not a thing.
It is intangible.
Please, please, please
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
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
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
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?
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.)
Would someone cry a lifetime of tears?
If you no longer exist?
This pain needed a catalyst.
And it was you….
Pain caused by the thing
in your chest you call a heart
that claims to beat
but refuses to sleep
refuses to soften
refuses to shut the fuck up
and keep reachin
for some kinda touch
you say it’s lust
but you flinch
when they kiss you
say it’s love
but you bite down
every time they get close
say it’s damnation
but you’re the one
holdin the match
smilin while it all burns
You want to take me to your hell
You want me to feel what?
Pity
Another day, another lifetime maybe
I guess you will have to wait for those tears.
I stifled myself in front of your eyes
I pulled back so much so I can get your “Hi’s”
Sitting in this corner and watching you all be you
I would love to be the true me too
But I have given my word and I will only give 15%, as I sigh
15% is not much in this whole big pie
Like a Vine that crawls and creeps on walls and in the dark
I have found other places where I can light the inner spark
So, I will give you what sensibilities will allow
And when I need the darkness, I will go away just for now
I walk in the rain so my tears can blend
But these tears don’t blend
They scream pain with every red drop
I walk in the rain to cool off my skin
You can see the steam rise as every drop hits
And still it cools off nothing
I walk in the rain hoping to forget
The smell of you as you lean in
The feel of your hands wrapped around mine
I walk in the rain in Hope
That the end is never really the end
That your goodbye was from a whim
I walk in the rain to hear The Thunder Rolls
And matches my internal conflict
Should lightning strike and put me out?
I walk in the rain…… a lot
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