#Poesia – BUT YEAH

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BUT YEAH

I
can’t
let
you
know
you
profoundly
affect
me
But yeah
you
and
your
comforting
words
profoundly
affect
me


These #Poesia pieces on this blog and Madhuri Blaylock Writes are works of fiction, erupting from my incredibly over-active imagination. They are often unedited and unscripted, spontaneous, super loose and probably some of my favorite works. They are perfect in their imperfections and I hope you enjoy.

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#Poesia -MINE AND YOURS

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MINE AND YOURS

I have a bright smile
but a heart of darkness
and it beats
every cold
hard
rhythmic burst
for you
and you alone


As always, these #Poesia pieces on this blog and Write Bitches are works of fiction, erupting from my incredibly over-active imagination. This piece in particular is inspired by an exercise for my writing group, The Inky Path. These #Poesia pieces are unedited and unscripted, super loose and probably some of my favorite works. They are perfect in their imperfections and I hope you enjoy.

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#Poesia – SWEET GIRLS

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SWEET GIRLS

These are not sweet girls I create
because I’m sick of reading about sweet girls
the types who need a man to define them
who tamp down their sexuality
to make everyone around them comfortable
who hide their intellect
so as not to seem too aggressive and demanding
Fuck Those Girls
It’s time for a paradigm shift


As always, these #Poesia pieces on this blog and Write Bitches are works of fiction, erupting from my incredibly over-active imagination. This piece in particular is inspired by an exercise for my writing group, The Inky Path. These #Poesia pieces are unedited and unscripted, super loose and probably some of my favorite works. They are perfect in their imperfections and I hope you enjoy.

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#Poesia – YOU

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YOU

Your laugh
that teasing sound from somewhere deep
Your touch
gentle yet confident, knowing and certain
Your kiss
demanding, make-me-weak-in-the-knees
Your intellect
vast and curious, full of snark and sex
You
All of you
the good, bad, and ugly
I crave you like no other
in my center of all centers
core of cores
seeking you when I first wake
delighting in our impossibility
understanding that we, too, shall end


As always, these #Poesia pieces are works of fiction, erupting from my incredibly over-active imagination. This piece in particular is inspired by the words and poetry of Rilke and was part of an exercise for my writing group, The Inky Path. These #Poesia pieces are unedited and unscripted, super loose and probably some of my favorite works. They are perfect in their imperfections and I hope you enjoy.

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Shades Below, #2: Update

News and updates on the writing front! If you were curious about the next book in my Shades Below series (and even if you weren’t), read this!

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Hey guys!

So, I’ve received a few messages recently inquiring about the next book in the Shades Below series.  If you’re out there and you’ve been waiting for The Devil’s Disease (Shades Below, #2), a couple things:

  1. OMG THANK YOU.  Seriously.  I’m so excited that you’re so excited for the return of Lena and MacMillian!  They miss you, too.  Swearsies.
  2. I am working on it, I PROMISE.  After an unexpectedly stressful holiday season during which I took a complete break from writing, I’m back at it!  Thoughts are being thunk.  Words are being made.  It’s beautiful.

When’s the release date, you ask?  That’s a bit tricky to nail down.  I’m not quite close enough to the end of the book that I’m comfortable setting an actual date, but tentatively speaking, I expect to be done with the writing by mid-late February.  This means you could have SB#2 in your hot little…

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#Poesia – SILENCE

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SILENCE

I relish silence
crave it
seeking quiet
at the most inopportune moments
finding it difficult
to make connections
meet new souls

It’s both a weapon
and a shield
protecting others
from my caustic tongue
and careless words
safeguarding me
from the norms
and necessities
of social circles and
life’s inanities

“I am an introvert”
when really
I just want stillness
and white light
energy to craft
create
illuminate

Plus I hate bullshit
abhor jokes
detest flirting

He loves words
better spoken
than written
especially against the shell of an ear
or the curve of a throat

His growl of a voice
takes them
manipulates them
shapes them
into tools of seduction
wrapping them around my soul
whispering them into my cracks
kissing them into my skin

Even his written notes
demand attention
crying out “read me!”
then respond
and make it verbal diarrhea
because I want to know all
your fears
wants
desires
vulnerabilities
and toss in a naked picture here and there
#wickedsmirk

He and I
have engaged
in this back and forth
for months
words
upon words
upon words
so many
too many
shared
gasped
sighed
almost-cried

And when I ask
“why the fuck am I doing this?”
he scoffs
and brushes aside my trepidation
my need to hold my words close
selfishly to my chest
speaking little
almost nothing
he pulls them from me
begs for them
yearns
and I give in
again and again

Because he is fabulous
and wonderful
and holy fuck
he is fire
the kind that ignites you first
from within
a slow burn
that sneaks up
and before you know it
every inch of you is aflame

That is him
and I want all of it
every day
all day

Which makes this silence
his silence
unbearable
cruel comfort
for an uncomfortable soul
despite the fact
I knew this day would come
it was inevitable
from the first time
we encountered one another
doomed to end
before we began

And yet

His silence saddens
after being so open
and in the now
sharing the mundane
and the amusing
the random tidbit
the offhand remark
to suddenly face this nothing
bores a hole into me
like no other

The girl who craves quiet
no spoken words
stillness
hates this
and wants to shout
scream
ask for his words

But I don’t dare
because I get it
the silence
the pullback
the disappearance
we were fucked from the beginning
over before we spoke one word
and even though I knew this
his choice hurts

It’s borne of our impossibility
but also my status quo
instability
fuckery
so I shall say nothing
write nothing
do nothing
but slip back into my shell
of quiet
no words
silence

and pretend to be the girl who
relishes the silence
craves no words
seeks quiet
all the while
missing him


As always, these #Poesia pieces are works of fiction, erupting from my incredibly over-active imagination. They are unedited and unscripted, super loose and probably some of my favorite works. They are perfect in their imperfections and I hope you enjoy.

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