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This is a poem inspired by a novella I’m currently in the process of writing (maybe one day I’ll finish something) about an acolyte finding religion in something— someone more tempting than God

I hope you like it

Pearlescent beauty

Made of God’s

Purest clay

Like lilies

Floating down the Eternal River of Starlight

Reflecting the heavens

Her home

She is chosen by God

I know

He told me so

She is my task

My sin

My trial

She was chosen

To taunt me

Haunt me

Tempt me of the enemies Hell

She is God’s chosen

And I am only human

Hopefully His mercy will understand this

Human nature

- SirFK 🥀

#SirFK #writing #poem #swmten

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Motivation Just For You And For Me 30 August 2018 Thursday Understanding shapes is important. Geometry teaches us to deal with shapes. And somebody says: “In life there are three shapes you should avoid; vicious circles, love triangles and squared minds.” Interesting! And just for the fun of it; one businessman says, “My body is in shape. Round is the shape.” 🙂 Time to think and reflect. What shape are you in now? -SirFK https://www.instagram.com/p/BnFvl0FHEWu/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1muofyy780w38

[sirflorencekpresents]

It’s one of those nights where I wish I was drunk

Inebriated

Blitzed out of my mind

The ease to down a bottle of wine only takes two episodes of Gilmore Girls

Then all I can think about is how Jess really is Rory’s Christopher. Perfect moment, wrong time.

Then the room spins and reminds me that there’s no need to think so much

And I am very tired.

So I spend another hour sprawled on a deck

Burning away the pre roll bought that day

The haze intensifies and my thoughts are only of sleep and the things I love. I love my bed. My bed is liminal. A pocket dimension. Something that exists out of time where no one can touch me. Nothing can happen while I find shelter under the bundled duvet.

The thought of my bed inspires me to act, only to stand and find myself floating towards that sacred place, where I become unconscious and Sleep greets me once more.

I wish I was drunk tonight. But sadly that’s expensive and my body would reject me and start pleading for Death to take his brother’s place.

So instead of sleep, I guess I’ll write.

- SirFK 🥀

#sirfk #writing #poetry #? #more so #prose #something you’ll see in a lot of my writings especially poetry will be the siblings Sleep and Death

[sirflorencekpresents]

Rot

Showers aren’t enough

Baths can’t cleanse me

I scrub at the skin that holds me together

And I am clean.

Not clean enough.

I want to pull out every bone

Hold them piece by piece

Rinse them thoroughly

Wax them shiny new

I need to detach my lungs

Wring out the clouded muck

Dust the branches clear

To pull out my eyes

Rinse them

Shine them

Suddenly, I can see again

The green reflecting hope.

I have to haul out my heart

To see the tears and paths clogged

With pain and despair

To wash it through, sew it up

To take the grime and burry it six feet below

Showers aren’t enough

Baths won’t help

Brushing my teeth is futile

If I can’t reach in to purge

The worms are going to grow

My skin will decay regardless of how hard scrub

Before the worms take me

Before I join the Earth below

I hope just once

From inside out

I can feel

Clean.

- SirFK 🥀

#sirfk #writing #poetry #I wrote this a while ago #but it’s still pretty relevant #sets up the tone for majority of my writing honestly

[sirflorencekpresents]

This has been something I’ve been wanting to do for so long but just haven’t had the guts to do it. After making an Instagram and hating it, I realized my folly.

The intention of this space is to share my thoughts and ideas. Share little snippets and one shots. The little scenes I obsess over that won’t allow me to move forward. I would like to actually finish my long form works before I die lmao.

Oh! I read and write a lot of horror and fantasy

Anyways, thanks for checking it out and let me know what you think!

- SirFK 🥀

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[sirflorencekpresents]

Context: I’ve been obsessing over a character of mine that I’m trying to write a short story for. Instead I just write short scenarios that have nothing to do with the story itself. Anyways enjoy!

Oh! Also: it involves some body horror but it’s pretty mild, nothing serious.

She watches the man in front of her, eyes wide in manic rage. He is confused, trying to comprehend the girl in front of him; covered in blood, holding the hand of someone he knows all too well. He remains frozen, unsure of what to do. Run? Kill her too? She is in shock, she would never be able to say what she saw, who did what.

Suddenly, the girl faltered, her expression changed from an animalistic frenzy to lulling eyes. She is falling asleep, or passing out, he can’t really tell. Now is the time to run. He needs to run.

He turns for his escape only to be confronted by the mutilated dead girl. She twitched and jutted until her jaw snapped open. Her lidless eyes tear up with muddy blood, staining her cheeks. One eye pops out , blood splatters across his face as the eye sways with her tears. He wants to scream but nothing can come out.

“Don’t you love me?” Her distorted voice echoes in his ears, sobbs blubbering from her sliced throat, more blood poured over her ruined corpse. “You love me, right?” Her stiff limbs shift, pulling him into her rotting embrace. All he can feel feel is her foul breath kissing his cheek.

“I” he felt her grip tighten, her ruined eye grazed against him, He could feel her optic nerve like a worm searching for a place to burrow. “Love” Fear finally finds its perch, his throat tightens, tears threaten him. He feels it. “You.” His emanate Death.

The corpse squeezed until his own eyes pop out of their sockets, nothing but brain matter and blood settled in his open neck. The corpse cried and the girl finally wakes, a smile forming at the sight.

Some people deserve to die in fear. To leave with no hope. Only hells deepest pit, in the bowls of Kronos.

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Motivation Just For You And For Me 25 August 2018 Saturday Many people have many dramas. Their lives become complicated. Sometimes we get to see them in action but one wise thing to remember is that we are not obligated to attend their performances. That's another way of saying. We just need to mind our own business. -SirFK #Motivation #Saturday

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Motivation Just For You And For Me 12 August 2018 Sunday Good reminder for you and me. (Anon) As we grow in wisdom, we soon realize that our main goal in life is: Not happiness but Godliness; Not reputation, but character; Not wealth, but virtue; Not fame, but faith; For all the things shall fade away but the Love of the Lord stands forever! -SirFK #motivation #sunday #consistent

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Motivation Just For You And For Me 02 August 2018 Thursday Power and greatness are not the same thing. There are people with great power and authority but they use it to bully people. And then there are the low-key, humble, simple but extremely influential people who inspire, encourage and help others to become better. These are the real leaders and not the ones belonging to the first group. -SirFK #motivation #message #life #inspiration #positiveguy #positivevibes

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