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Seeking heart


Her love had an impenetrable depth
She wore her heart proudly
And gracefully, externally

A woman of stature
With an elegance redefined
A classic beauty bettered with time

Though often misunderstood
As foolish in love
For giving her all, not an ounce of mistrust

But no stranger to pain or betrayal
Well aware of the dangers of transparency
Still, her heart yearned for complacency

A love aficionado
Living in a world of lost souls
Searching for a place for her heart to call home

Fionna Writes

Beautiful Year


May today mark the beginning of a beautiful journey, a flourishing year to come.

Love more, hate none. Smile often, you never know who will soar in it. Give unconditionally but don’t give because you feel obligated or you’ll become resentful. Only give what your heart feels unattached to.

Let 2015, and every year after, be beautiful.

Fionna Writes

The invisible


As beautiful and alluring as people are, we are also flawed and scarred reflecting our pain and perceptions onto the world. And in doing so, we make this world a complicated place to live in.

There is such mystery in every eye I meet, every guarded soul I feel but we have learned that sharing our heart isn’t free. It costs someone’s time and requires an interested and listening ear, and that’s too expensive these days. People have neither the time nor the interest in those who have no benefit to him.

What about the woman who empties the airport trash? She works swiftly but quietly, trying to remain invisible as not to disrupt the waiting passengers. I’ll bet in her silence and solitude, she has soaked up a wealth of information from passerbys and from overhearing conversations of those who don’t even acknowledge her existence. Or maybe she’s so caught up in her own life and woes, that she just goes through the motions everyday gliding from trash can to trash can, emptying the days burdens, secrets, and discarded thoughts. She works long hours and goes unnoticed, but without her the airports would tell our filthy truths.

I wonder if she understands more than the busy businessman how lonely our world is, or if he understands just as well as she does when he cuddles with his money at night. Maybe he just puts up a front and isn’t as blind as he seems. Maybe he understands clearly the depths of loneliness that come with being invisible. He might understand that in his world, he is equated with a dollar sign. The quality of his life is directly related to how much money people think he has… Meaning, those in his circle who he pretends are his closest allies are only there to reap the benefits. And if one day he was stripped of all his wealth, he would be like the trash lady. Alone. Stuck picking up the filthy truths of his once “closest” peers.

Maybe that’s why he doesn’t acknowledge her existence. So many of us don’t acknowledge her. Maybe we are afraid to catch trash-picker-itis… If we look at her, we’ll have that life. Or maybe we’re worried that if we let her know we see her, she’ll unload her life’s problems onto us and look for handouts. What a burden that would be, a nuisance even!

Or maybe, just maybe, we will brighten her day and let her know she matters in this world. She may even feel inspired by it. And we all know what a little love & inspiration can do.

Smile freely. Those who need it most will always appreciate it more than you may ever know.

Fionna Writes



The controversy

Of diversity

An unnecessary adversity

A puzzle to my mind

That peace we cannot find

Leaving hatred to define


The segregated

The aggravated

The extricated

Masses from different classes believing

We’re nothing alike, but how deceiving

‘Cause in the end we’re all grieving


“Young, Bold, and Regal” Blogger Evan Jackson interviews author/poet Fionna Wright

It was an honor for me to be interviewed by this freelancer-turned-independent blogger and writer, Evan Jackson. His blog “Young, Bold and Regal” highlights women with a purpose, mainly in the creative arts. Through this blog, we are heard and appreciated and recognized for our crafts, and for our story. Thank you Evan for your support, and for finding my work notable!

Everyone, please follow and support Evan’s blog and work, he is serving a purpose that is much needed in a world where women are generally objectified and only seen, not heard. The links to his blog and social media sites can be found right under the interview link! Thank you, enjoy!

For full interview, click HERE

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Sidewall divided but cyber-connected

Evolution in progress, though some refuse to accept it

A new way to dodge messy emotions

Innovated methods to express our devotions

In some cases, newer depths of loneliness

And an increase in people’s phoniness

Creative expression at an all time high

Word of mouse reaching that extra few eyes

To be fluent in technology could mean exposure

Which means, to our dreams, we’re one step closer

But this advanced tech davy-ness can mean isolation

Sudden awareness of being just one in our world’s population

An influx of inflated stories to portray abundant lives

We’re eager to prove what to whom with all these lies?

To ourselves maybe, so tech-masks we wear

Using online profiles as diaries, there’s no limit to what we share

So desperately trying to fit in with others’ lies we believe

Online statuses replace fake smiles so it’s easier to deceive

Don’t call me, just text me and I’ll respond when I please

Don’t meet me, just Skype me and I’ll be quite the tease

Sidewall divided but cybr-connected…

I wonder, is this all that we expected?




Let it be magical.


I was venting to my sis about feeling guilty for outgrowing certain people, and she so perfectly said: “I want to be around people that are hungry, people who stand up for what they believe in, people who are so passionate it makes them crazy.”

So, that’s that. I’ve always wanted everyone to like me, and while I will continue being friendly and loving toward people since that is my natural state, I can no longer bend over backwards for everyone. My priority is my daughter & my everyday family, including the very few friends I consider family and the people who are aware of and passionate about their purpose. If we are going to be friends, then let it be inspiring, magical, life-changing, purposeful.

I no longer have the space or energy for entertaining the people whose identity is in direct correlation to someone else wether it be a spouse, friend, or anyone else other than themselves. If you are always trying to keep up or be like someone you think is doing well then you will never live your purpose. I no longer have space for the toxic friend who always sees the negative in every situation and has an excuse for not even trying. If you continue to view the world as one big ball of failure then that is what it will be. Take a risk, gain some experience and perspective, live life a little — or a lot. And stop confusing your pessimism for realism, you’re not the all-knowing anything. Get over yourself, please. I no longer have the space or energy for the fake friend who only checks in when they want to show off, brag or just to see if you have any success or perks that they can take. I SEE RIGHT THROUGH YOU. Always have, just never called you out. Stop it.

I ONLY have the space or energy for the beautiful souls who are working on fulfilling their purpose and making this world a better one to live in. If that’s you, let’s vibe.




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