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About Fionna Writes

Fionna Wright has her master’s degree in multimedia communications from the Academy of Art University and has her bachelor’s degree in political science from the University of California, Riverside. She has two published poetry books, "Love Tells…" & "Lyrics of a Dreamer's Heart," and does freelance writing. She was born and raised in Southern California and resides in Los Angeles, CA.

Black Magic Pt. II

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Hypnotized by all of her
A nymph who epitomizes passion
He, feeling like a schoolboy
Is overwhelmed by her seduction
Yet, unable to resist her
Though beautiful, she is peculiar, mystic
And detached while still making
Him feel as if he is her only one

An enigma that has him stumped
He desperately wants
To be immersed in her world
Completely aware that her world
Isn’t the same one he lives in
Hers is dangerous, but thrilling
He knows he might not survive
But one touch makes his blood rush
So the risk is a must…

To be continued

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xoxo,
Fionna Writes


Black Magic pt. 1

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Jet black hair
Flowing like the ocean
Glistens against her golden skin
Light brown eyes
Whose depths are endless
Irresistibly mysterious
Luring them all in
Men & women alike
With just a glance

Though her penetrating gaze
Is set on one man
She let’s him believe
He’s the one in control
What he doesn’t realize
Is tasting her ambrosial potion
Put him under her spell
Her love juice put him in a trance…


Kneepads & Vodka

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Knee deep
In her bottle
Of poison

Prayers replaced
By acts of sin
To a stranger

He swears
He needs her
For pleasure

Thoughts to kill
Tequila shots
Warm milk chasers

His displace
Her escape
Voracious appetites

Striving to
Fill opposite voids
Each inherited

By broken pasts
That were built to last
Organized clutter

Nowhere to go
But dirty fucks
In the gutter

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Lonely Hearts

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We are such sensitive creatures, some more than others. The depths of which we FEEL every emotion that accompanies each incident, each instance of our lives is bound to be immeasurable. There can’t possibly be a way to measure the number of emotions experienced, which run rampant through the person whose mind NEVER shuts up, never takes a break from analyzing… replaying each scenario only 13 billion times to ensure they’ve understood each action, reaction, lack of, motivation, inspiration, intention, and so on and so on. Some of us are such sensitive creatures yearning for an honest, deep, raw connection with a person who we love and who loves us back. Seemingly, these types of people are becoming extinct, as it is such a rarity to find someone who feels and wants that type of connection.

We are a people whose connectedness is only skin deep, we dare not explore the depths of another human because it requires a lot of time, work, and potentially, disappointment. So, instead, we live artificially and shallowly. Which also means, we live alone in our thoughts and desires, which increases the number of people who feel lonely and disconnected. We deprive ourselves from a human need of being deeply connected to another because of the current trend of having something to prove to a mass number of acquaintances. And since it is usually a facade, an illusion, a phony life we show, we dare not get too close to anyone and expose our truths.

For the sake of humanity, I pray we find love again. The real, deep, explorative love that connects people.

xoxo,

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New Dreams

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Somewhere

On the other side

Of defense

Is a rise

Of despair

Suffering can’t find

Restored faith

After the fall

 No beginning

And no end

We float amiss

The grey skies

A broken dream

Searching for

A new meaning

xoxo,

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Broken Dreams

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I’ve got to hit the road

Carrying a heavy load

Don’t mind if I travel slow

I’m on a quest

To find somewhere quaint

To rest my weary heart

Been a long time coming

‘Cause trying to save love

Can tear the dreamer apart

My mind pleas for peace

My heart pleas for love

My soul pleas for freedom

All achieved through truth

The truth shall set me free

It’s what I seek on my journey

Greed has made it challenging

When it should be quite easy

Dear broken heart, be free

xoxo,

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In search of a bubble

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Your shallowness

Is charming

Because it’s innocently blind

 

You’re endearingly blissful 

In the bubble

You live in

 

Untainted by reality

Enjoy that

Unscathed fantasy

 

If possible

Make room for two

Let me join you

 

xoxo,

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Heart Art

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My art is
My Words

And that starts
And it ends
In my heart

My heart
Is my art

 

xoxo,

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Soul Windows

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Piling on
Mascara layers
And heavy, dark eyeliner

To bring life
To her eyes
Since they’re dead inside


Dear Lover

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And so
Our lips met
In between
Reality and fantasy

A kiss
Long remembered
For forthcoming
Salacious stories

A love affair
Only intensely risqué
To satisfy
Insatiable appetites

xoxo,

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