she reminds him of failure
he reminds her of broken promises
it is hard to take a look at each other
and feel the world is a bright place
sometimes love is just fragile like that
Author: Cassa Bassa
🇦🇺🇨🇳 inquisitive, observant, witty, a thinker, was a misfit child 😊
Deal Breaker
‘What will be a deal breaker for you?’
Cheaters
Drugs! Guys take drugs
Three of them sip more wine.
Downers! I can’t deal with another downer. I think to myself.
I sip more water from a straw.
The End
I gave you all my springs
and kept all the bitter cold winters
to myself
I kept your silhouette in my mind
after you littered my heart all over
our bed
There was no more of me left
after you swept up everything reassembled the home we once had
I gave you the best of my years
and in the end
I let loneliness stay with me
Privacy Breach
What is the charm in celebrity gossip
It is outright privacy breach
Would you want your off duty life
for the world to critique
Would you want your relationship breakdown
to be the laughing stock
Would you want your childhood trauma
to be the reason people feel grateful for
Why do our privacy matters
and theirs doesn’t
Should there really be an us and them
Gratefulness
Thank you God for the luxury you grant me at least once a week.
Giving up
Rain trickles down the window
in the train carriage
The world outside is like
miles away through teary eyes
If life is all about the journey
I wish I could break the window
to taste the rancid of rain
so when the sun comes out again
I would be grateful
But for now
I cannot wait
to get to my destination
in an escape from
this tear soaked life
The Sinister Hunter
They are playing hopscotch
on the marked tarred street
The sun glazes over them
like golden buttered popcorn
He is sipping a carton chocolate milk
The hollow straw gives out a hunger growl
He has to pause the movie
as the desire grows more and more sinister
‘Children! Come on in for a chilled lemonade.
Don’t let the hot sun strike you down.’
They stop hopping to look over
sweat beading down the side of their face
a clown face man on an electric wheelchair
Who will refuse such a kind offer
icy cold lemonade on a hot summer day
They follow his wheelchair down the garden path
smells rotten compost, attracts buzzing flies
His mind is filed with the image of
himself chewing on those golden buttered popcorn
perfect for the Monster House movie
Don’t you think, Children?
A Gray Light
You are
in an atmosphere
my antenna
cannot detect
It is
neither dark
nor light
Luminous is
your soul
shimmering
in that space
no one sees
That’s how
I imagine it
to be
Fatigue
My eyelids are heavy
trying to make
two dots meet
They keep chasing
each other
dancing apart
This is going on
for far too long
Finally
I give in
My eyes are shut
I hear
they collapse
into one
sign
Happy Stout
Family and friends come visit
Little teapot short and stout
Warm and fragrant pour it out
Freshly baked choc chip cookies
everybody scoffs them down
Mama wipes off sweat with hand covered in flour
Papa stands up facing Mama holding a mirror
Chuckles from her round belly rumbling loud
Our little home filled with happy smiles
Flicker of Thoughts 