LiciaEmber
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Writing is a passion of mine. With each new literary piece I create, I get to explore a new part of my imagination and using my own photography allows me to connect to my work in a very unique way.
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Hello
She lie in the bed Looking at the darken sky The Moon says hello
By LiciaEmberabout a year ago in Poets
Chapter 3: Dream Insanity. Content Warning.
The Continued Story… Dear Diary, I masturbate to the sound of his voice in my head(whispers come here, relax, just let it happen), touch of his hand in between my thighs, to the feel of his rough fingers thrusting inside of me... the way he silently watches how he pleasures me... fills my senses to its core... I can't stand it…
By LiciaEmberabout a year ago in Poets
The Good Moments…
I’ll just hold on to the good moments the precious moments that passed between us. They were real. There is no reason why they couldn’t be. The ending does not dictate the journey. The journey is the journey no matter how it ends. Had it not happened this way would the journey be different? Would I be questioning its validity? The clear answer is no. So I won’t question it now. I’ll hold on to those precious moments and the moments in between. They were real..
By LiciaEmberabout a year ago in Poets
Chapter1: Hey Dream Man…
Hey Dream Man, why do you only show up well in my dreams? Why aren't you laying next to me when I awake the next day? When I wake up and realize it was only a dream I desperately try and fall back to sleep just to get another glimpse of your face. It's never the face I thought but it's the face buried in my subconscious. I've seen your face so many times. Have I met you before? Your smile seems so familiar dream man.. It always starts off as hate and then somewhere along the way you become my lover and can't get enough of me. Do you really exist? Where do I find you dream man? I don't dream of you often but when I do it's all night. Wouldn't it be something if you're dreaming of me too? Wondering where I am and how come I'm not in your arms? Going about your day with a wife maybe even kids knowing somewhere the literal woman of your dreams is out there? Don't get me wrong I feel guilty, I am attached and I do have kids but I can't help it dream man. Somehow out of nowhere, you appear. Smiling and grinning at me. I mean, it really always starts the same way. We argue and gripe. I have to defend myself against you because in my dreams you're a villian. But then oh but then, we become friends and that friendship leads to an intense love that explodes whenever you're, well you know. I won't explain it in detail because you're there with me.. but if you ever want to know how I felt about it one day I'll surely tell you. I should feel foolish but I don't. Pining over a man that isn't real. Figuring out ways to spend time with you if you were. It's crazy to hold on to such nonsense. But imma hold on anyways. I don't want to let you go dream man. Maybe one day I'll meet you and I hope you'll recognize me. Until then I'll meet you in my dreams....
By LiciaEmberabout a year ago in Poets
He Is...
6’5, breaded and tattooed with a soft side. He gets me. He’s for me. Never misses a chance to make me smile. He will open up to me when life gets too heavy on his heart. He doesn’t have to love all art but he can show appreciation for it, especially mine. He will always take the opportunity to touch my skin. Gives me kisses in passing. He will support me in every way even the ones he doesn’t understand. He will give me my space to be alone and stay quiet. He will have joy and control of his temper. And when he can’t he will recognize that he needs to take a breather and walk away. He is warmth on the coldest of days. He's built like a modern god with a dick that fills me completely . He makes love to me and fuxks me like a savage. Wanting to hurt me and fill me with ecstasy with every stroke. He has his own life under control and his own path laid before him. He can give advice as well as receive it. He is kind, generous and humble. He is honest, but never cruel. He is a king among men and loves to travel to show this. He doesn’t smoke and drinks to living the moment a bit. He has his hobbies and interests. He has a circle of friends that adores him and nothing will be more important to him than God and then me. He will be a family man that believes in big moments with the family and small moments with me. Will randomly call me up and want to go to discount Tuesday at the movies. We can catch a fancy dinner and a quick homely one. He is luxury. Fridays is not to good for him. He will love to take me to the zoo and downtown. He is grateful and will share his love unconditionally with me. He is a hopeless romantic, with a wicked sense of humor and a beautiful smile. He is Love...
By LiciaEmberabout a year ago in Poets
The Moon is My Friend
I greet the moon wherever she is almost each and every night. I wish I could talk to the sun but she's too stuck up to talk to me. Her light shines to bright. Only when shes on the rise will she ever had see time for me and thats ok I understand. But the Moon, the Moon she talks to me. Sometimes she's a bit moody turning bright red in the sky but even then she still speaks. She's my oldest friend. And I love her dearly. We've spent many a night talking while I lie in bed and shares her beauty with the world. (Only a few of us really appreciate it. ). When the sun begins to rise and its time for the moon to say goodbye, I miss her. But when I really need her, she will wait to appear in the day just to say hello. I wonder about the others waiting for her but she stays behind in the light to say hi to me.
By LiciaEmberabout a year ago in Poets
Dear Little Me...
Dear Little Me, I'm so sorry that you never felt seen or heard. I'm so sorry you never felt liked or understood. I'm so sorry you spent so many hours alone because the world overwhelmed you. I'm so sorry that you were called weird, stupid, deaf, white girl. I'm sorry your weight, your nose, the gap in your teeth, your skin color made you the butt of so many jokes. I'm so sorry that you told yourself crying alone was the only right thing to do. I'm so sorry that when you grow up you won't want to rock the boat with those that say they love you because you're afraid they'll stop. I'm so sorry you were born the oldest. Im so sorry that so much weight and pressure was put on your shoulders you didn't even know what it was to be a child...
By LiciaEmberabout a year ago in Poets
