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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

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.)

Tears

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.

Dontea’s Level of Hell pt 2 (English)

I will wait
For time is neither fast nor slow

You will be here
in my bed, on the floor, against the wall

There is no place
That is more sacred than in me

Moving past the insignificant wasp
I watch you ingesting the fluidity of muscle

If it were in me, I would whimper
Like an animal that lost its precious toy

We both will wait
tormented by societal norm’s

Meaningless words
said out of an insignificant mouth

Your mouth is what is need
Your soul is mine to bend

“You will not speak of this to a soul,” I whispered
Riding my untamed stallion to completion

Once my name is uttered
Then you are openly mine

There is a circle
Within the circle, things are done
Things are said
Things that are better off dead

You have entered my circle
My Hell

Pleasure intense and relentless
is a hell on the body and mind

I must control my savagery
Innocents is best taken slowly

In secret, I enjoy my own release
No one else will enter this inner sanctum

…To be Continued….

The Collector

I am the collector
I collect shiny things,  
beautiful things,
broken things,
things that can never be repaired

I am the collector
I am your savior
I hold you when you need to be held
Then, when we are done
I will place you on my shelf

 I am the collector
You are exquisitely beautiful
How broken and damaged are you?
Then, when you are whole
You will shine even brighter

I am the collector.
There is something that no one sees
There’s a scar
How did you get this scar?
So beautiful and delicate on hard skin

I am the collector
I used to keep puppies, kittens, and a lynx
Pets need their freedom. So I let them go
To go about their days and nights
If they should wander home

I would collect them into my arms and give them solace.

I am the ultimate collector, only if you knew

Be Careful

You want to know what my day is looking like

No, you don’t. You really do not wanna know

If I had to describe my day in a color

It would never be a blue day

Violet is too tender

The only color I see and feel is red

I want to say

F U C K ,,,Y O U

because I feel it so deep in my soul

There is no other word that can suffice how my day is going

I can’t plaster a funny smile

I can’t beg the light twinkle in my eyes just now

and tenderness coming from these lips

It’s not the day or the time

You may be wondering what set me off

It could be just waking up

It could be just doing the mundane everyday things

I don’t know, and honestly, I don’t give a shit at this particular moment

I think it’s a blessing right now that I am alone in this place

because I can’t say that I’m just feeling pain

It’s pain mixed with anger, mixed with absolute helplessness

I just want to hurt you

hurt you so bad that you feel exactly like I do

What the fuck, the thing about this whole thing is

When this all subsides

I’ll be the one who wants to help you through it

“Be careful with the quiet ones.”

It doesn’t only mean sexually

Yeah, it’s not a good day for me

So, I’m going to stay quiet

 Clench my teeth

 Keep tapping my leg

just hoping that this day will end that much quicker

(Not always a good day)