Author: Cassa Bassa

🇦🇺🇨🇳 inquisitive, observant, witty, a thinker, was a misfit child 😊

Pizlish – Word Invention

noun

  1. the language of mix English in particular referring to pronunciation. It came from Pizza-English, commonly used in Australia. ‘Instead of speaking Chinglish, I speak Pizlish after 20 years living downunder.’
  2. it implies the person speaking Pizlish is someone with poor pronunciation and it can sound funny to the native English speaking people. ‘I can barely understand her Pizlish.’
  3. it is an endearing way to describe someone’s English accent is adorable and cute. ‘When she speaks Pizlish, my heart melts.’

Divergent – Chinese Riddles

Our intimacy has no distance
Our distance increases intimacy
The intimate element is the distance
The secret of distance is intimacy

我们的亲密没有距离
我们的距离增加亲密
亲密的元素正是距离
距离的秘密就是亲密

Simplicity

we seek the simple things in life
for the pleasure they grant us

we set out on a straight path
caught in a web of entanglement
how our hearts grew weary
our mouths proceeded troubles

we are stuck in the loop
for we lost hope
until we stumble into someone
who rekindles our first love
for simplicity
and the joy
proceeding
from
it

Vast

strolling under the night sky

along the stars murmuring to each other

occasionally a chuckle fall off the stratosphere

depositing on my spine like chill air

in the infinite airspace

gladly losing consciousness

if not the chattering cicadas

prompting here and now

I would vaporise into the way over yonder

 

Let me be me

I know I want to write
I feel inspired to write
I do not know what to write

So
let my heart be the North Star
let my soul be the explorer
let the spillage of paint be art
abstract, impressionist
a craftsman of words
these are too grand for my intention

So
let me be me
a labourer of self expression
a mumbler of everyday stories
a restless night owl hoots composition

It is my sweat and blood you harvest
It is my life you are drawn to
it is the nature you hear

Let me be me
a reflection of you
in beauty

Cuts

walking on the pale sandy beach
spotting treasures in the sparkling sun
enough to whisk away the pensive mind

submerging in such shimmer
daydreaming the clouds to be
a motion picture of happy memories

until the edge of a rock or
a broke shell
cutting underneath her foot

the clouds turn into a violent swirl
brown bleeding out into the muted sand
from a place of torment

empty drink bottles
a monster broken capillary face
wild eyes flaming
savage shaking of a slim form

empty promises
an innocent blood drained cheeks
fearful stare vacating
prey falling off an arrow

how many times those cuts
drove her to the dark shadow
ignoring the brightly shining sun

gossamer waves reflecting off the water
old blood fading away into the saline foam
like the broken shells
in mock dismay

Impression of you

with my intuitive detecting eyes
scrolling through your photo gallery

the vulnerable eyes
immersed in deep thought
antient and karmic
with a hint of
primal longing
gravitating
captivating
consuming

time stands still
the clock chokes in the
curiosity infused air

a surge of
warm
gooey
puppy love
casting its net on me

i am cacooned in your
inescapable presence

III – Kiss Collection

A well of emotions
saturated my words
they go soggy and weak
only my lips can express
my gratitude to you
my beloved