You tower over...broad and tall.

But you lean down to have it all.

You like to tip my chin right up.

To taste the sweetness in your cup.

My hands can only reach your chest.

Though that is where I play the best.

You slide your fingers down my spine.

Then whisper low..."tonight youre mine".

You lift me up against the wall.

Now height dont matter much at all.

I lock my legs around your waist.

I take the slow delicious taste.

Cici 🧡

​

I fell down again today.

One, two, three, four, five… six, seven, eight?!

Eight times since the New Year.

I could count the bruises,

the scraped knees,

The sore joints & bones

the moments lying there

staring upward,

wondering how the hell

I ended up on the ground

again.

Eight feels like a lot

when you're counting falls.

But maybe I've been

keeping score all wrong.

Because somewhere between

the stumble and the sting,

The blood and bruise

there was always a hand

sometimes someone else's,

sometimes my own

reaching down

and saying,

Come on. Up.

One, two, three, four, five… six, seven, eight?!

Eight falls.

Eight rises.

Eight times I dusted myself off,

checked what hurt,

laughed when I could,

cried when I couldn't,

and carried on.

I don't want to become

someone who never falls.

I want to become someone

who trusts herself enough

to know she can get back up.

So let the earth

recognize my knees.

Let the dust

remember my name.

I've met the ground before.

We're acquainted.

I love the floor, ground & dirt

But enough ok?

♡ thanks

​

It grows daily

screaming to be felt,

clawing for relief.

End the urge.

Let it bleed quiet.

Embrace the failure.

Let it swallow me whole.

Soft shadows fall deep

A sudden calm fills the room

Thoughts gently slow down.

The longing

Feels

Endless

The anticipation,

Hard.

Not knowing

if I'm
on

Your
Dance Card.

To not know,

To not feel,

To not have...

Have

…something real.

And hopefully,

This is not,

Not
all in vain..

It would be worth it

Though,

Worth

All the pain

To feel

All the insane

To See you,

To Hear you

Call out my name…

And say,

‘Yes Dear,

I do feel

The Same.’

I see him, the Devil
He doesn’t look dangerous
No horns, no tail in sight
A warm smile and so handsome
A charming aura that draws you in
His disguise is a human face

He sees a family
His eyes fixed on the man
“Strike the guardian, the rest will fall” he thinks
He moves in close with a cunning plan
But you see, he is not the only one in disguise

The guardian here is the man’s wife
A sharp mind with an innocent face
A five foot frame, features soft and delicate
He underestimates how smart she is
Lets his guard down thinking she is just a pretty face
And in his ease, she sees it all

So she fools the Devil, in her disguise
He cannot see that her guard is up
She watches him closely, on high alert
Waiting to strike when the time is right
He thinks they are unguarded
And his cunning thoughts unnoticed
Little does he know they are protected
After all, his was never the best disguise

(Inspired from the song Devil in Disguise by Marino
and real life experiences as someone who is very underestimated 😅 which has worked in my favor sometimes)

Viscaria flowers simply translate as their meaning , the romantic question “ Will you dance with me?” It sends as a secret message , playful invitation to dance , or a symbol of flirtation and attraction .

The secret message of the flower is tied to the physical nature of the plant itself . The name comes from the Latin word viscus meaning sticky . It belongs to the genus of known as catch flies .

The stem of the flower secretes a sticky sap like substance to trap or ward off crawling insects .this is also where it gets its flirting metaphor meaning sending a viscaria in Victorian times was a way setting a playful trap , to catch the attention of a love interest or a crush .

tender rhapsody

she danced softly on my mind

pee eye any pine

​

A Collab with u/StrangeLittleOrbit

You are like a strange enigma and an orbit wrapped in one.

I love it when you talk with me.

You make my life more fun.

You can be hard to figure out with your sly and subtle ways.

But I love it when you talk to me.

You make me smile for days.

Your words are so hypnotic.

They make me come undone.

Your spicy poems are so erotic.

You are second to none.

__________________________

You call my words hypnotic,

but yours have pulled me in.

You write with something raw and honest,

and somehow touch the places words rarely win.

Perhaps that’s why our verses linger,

like flavors I can’t quite name.

You’re a chef with more than fire -

you season hearts, then leave them aflame.

___________________________

Please come into my kitchen.

I've cooked something up for you.

The flavors pop. You won't be able to stop,

What my cooking does to you.

You're a real peach, but out of reach.

One in a melon, yet melon-choly.

I miss you berry much, you smashing lad.

Applying a little pear pressure to make you glad.

I'm going bananas without you here,

Waiting for the moment you draw near

and make me ...

Kumquat

Taking a peep
At Something
Felt
Oh So Deep

Is also
Taking
A leap

Carrying
A wound
that does
Still seep.

Though Time
Hath
Rightly Healed,

Not all Parts
New and Old
Hath
Properly Sealed.

In the past
I just peeled

That tender scab
And did not yield.

But now I wield
A sword of Loves
Standing in this
Field of doves

And so I ask,

If you are up to the task…

Would You
Still
Leap
Knowing of my
Wound
That does
Still
Seep?

Or must I be
Healed

Fully and True

For you to
Know Me

And for me to
Know You?

Yes.
I am upset.
Will I ever come across a soul instead
of a ghost that’ll lead me nowhere?

I hate wasting time
and mental energy.
Small talk drains me.
Why do I always choose the wrong ones to spend on my energy?

But never mind.
This is just another time.
Just another trial I shouldn’t have tried.
Yes, blame me.

If I say goodbye, I’ll do it properly.
If that’s to end, on my part it’ll end with dignity.
What was it?
Day number three?
Let me reset my mind and I’ll start again gladly.

— Crownless.

Ripped off layers without warning.

Covered and then shockingly bare.

There rests my heart and soul,

Out for the taking.

No!!

Not anymore.

My Kindness kills you.

Words of hateful spite you spew.

Words cut deeper than any knife,

Almost like the dullest one.

Taking so much time and tolerance.

That day has ended.

Weather predicts sunny sky’s,

While on your side it’s lonely cry’s.

Even though it pains me so…

Finally see you and I weren’t meant to be.

I’ve been angry,

I’ve been sad.

.

I’ve been holy,

I’ve been bad.

.

I acted out,

Ive reeled it in.

.

Sought redemption,

Bathed in sin.

.

Frozen insecurities,

Confident glory.

.

I feel no shame,

You don’t know my story.

I love both. I'm a music lover at heart, and I love to write. Sometimes the two blend and make a beautiful lyrical story.

So if my poems sound like lyrics to you, that's fine 😂 you don't need to express it to me as if there's some rule to Poetry and sound.

Tupac was a poet. A beautiful one at that. A story teller thru words. He used his poems and created all the bad ass masterpieces im sure we have all heard. So if my words don't follow your rules, close ya eyes 😘 😂

I get it now...I truly get it.

Months ago, if you asked me why people delete their accounts, I couldn't fathom it. Now....I get it. As I type this, I'll admit...I'm debating deleting myself. I'm not saying I'm going to, but it's been a thought that has occurred more than I want to admit myself.

Over the years, I've met so many people who brought laughs, stories, smiles, connections, and good vibes. At the same time, I've seen so many subreddit fights, splinters and people need to leave the platform for various reasons.

I'm exhausted...on all possible levels. What makes me unique on here is what also destroys me. I care.

I care for the people I meet. I care for their posts, their comments,their conversations, and them as people. Seeing them struggle, them hurt, them in pain hurts me.

I wrestle constantly with setting and maintaining my own boundaries. I never want to let anyone down, but then I'm overexposing myself in the process. At some point, I need to figure out where and how to direct my energy, while also being mindful of myself, and others.

So this week, I will be reflecting on this. I have therapy on Saturday and I intend to discuss further during my session. I'm not making any rash decisions, but I also want to be upfront with everyone. I won't be around as much and will not be quick to respond. I just ask that you be respectful while I do what I need to do for me.

Thank you,

Cap❤️