Author: kayfucius

35. Wife and mom of 3. Writer. Zentrovert. Aspiring Engineer. Resident Badass.
Posted in Poetry, Random

Purple

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I’ve always felt

my favorite color is purple.

And maybe it truly is;

But, still…

When I look around my life –

in my wardrobe, at my environment and surroundings,

my adornments and accessories…

I see more greens and aquas,

grays and blues

and random other pieces

of Earth’s rainbow.

Not as much purple

as there maybe should be

if it is indeed my favorite color.

Or, maybe it’s just that

my subconscious tastes

aren’t very biased

and I like being surrounded by

various shades and colors;

Yet the one that most soothes my senses,

resonates within my consciousness,

captivates my awareness,

is purple

and all its endless hues.

Posted in life, love, Poetry

Buzz

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I drank my liquor too fast

and now my chest is on fire

but doesn’t burn as hot

as my body does

for yours…

You’re a particular kind

of sexy

the kind that goes on and on

that I can taste in my mouth

hold in my soul

touch with my fingertips –

not even rum can

take the credit for this buzz.

Tripping over my own

lust;

I haven’t completely figured out

how to forget myself

with you.

But…

it won’t take me long

to learn.

Posted in life, Poetry, Self-discovery and growth, Thoughts and Ruminations

Unlimitations

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I realize I too often limit myself only

to my words and actions

and capabilities;

And that expanding my mind

is the way to break free.

But sometimes, I’m good where I’m at…

and isn’t that as much a part of being

who I am

as at any other distinct point in time?

I often think that

being still

or even refusing to move

has saved my life on many

an occasion.

 

09 December 2020
Posted in life, Poetry, Thoughts and Ruminations

Easy Ways

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Need to meditate

putting it off because I’m afraid

of what I’ll unearth.

All the shadows and hidden emotions

I’ve locked away from myself

to keep functioning,

to cope.

But coping is no way of life

and I need to face myself

and my fears;

take accountability for my life.

But isn’t it easier

to pretend nothing’s wrong

than it is to

acknowledge that

everything’s wrong?

I’ve gotta stop getting so good at

taking the easy way out.

 

241020

Posted in life, love, Poetry

Masterpiece

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Nothing sexier
than the way a pen writes,
its strokes
slide so smoothly over lines and angles;
Gliding confidently around circles and curves.

Skipping over letters
and slopes
tiptoeing calmly
through numbers and punctuation.

How powerfully it dots i’s,
how brusquely it crosses t’s…

Sinking deep into
and between the lines,
So expressively it conveys
the writer’s vibe
moment to minute.

Fluctuation in frequency
slightly alters
each hump, bump, twirl, curlicue, arc,
dip, loop, point, and tip…

I’m imagining
your hands caressing my body
your tongue having its ways with my curves –
navigating my silhouette;

You holding me,
touching me,
sculpting me –
A glowing magnum opus;

You appreciating me
like I’m the greatest masterpiece
you’ve ever written.

Posted in life, Poetry

Kitnap

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I was gonna update my blog

with all my new poems

but the kitten decided she wanted to help

and now I guess

I’ll update later

because I can’t bring myself

to wake her.

Posted in life, Poetry, Random

Shots Fired

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Firing shots at the world,

taking them in long strides

fiery bullets

that warm my chest

and numb my thoughts

suspending them like snowfall

at midnight.

Just pour me over the stars

and crystallize these precious moments

before time melts [them all] away.

Posted in life, Poetry

Hotbox

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full steam ahead

hotbox me in the shower

watching my sweat drip

and run down the drain…

my  body releasing

the day’s struggle.

Breathing

never came easier,

set my mind free.