Unsettled – College Poems

night
creep to my bedside
vaguely
in the pale moonlight
open a book page
the blindness of my heart
omitting a tittle

grab a cigarette
missing the light
fall back to bed
drifting off

the torrential rain
hurry to be awake
looking in the mirror
the drenched me
escaping from the dream
defenceless


悄悄落到床边
依稀里
看到月色下的苍白
执一本书
心盲了
读不进一个逗点
抽一根烟
找不到零星火点
倒头睡去吧
梦里有雨
赶快醒来
镜子里
从雨中走出的我
无处藏身

Pondering – College Poems

why do we want to save yesterday
why are we waiting for tomorrow
does it matter today is a flaw

how come I am speechless
how come I am missing a rib

where is the wind blowing from
how is the frost bringing about

all I see is barren land
what can I do about it
what am I searching for
what have I learned
what have I lost
Which heart got hurt

昨天留来干什么
明天又等待什么
今天过得微恙又如何
怎么缺了口
怎么少了根筋
哪里来的风
哪里下的霜
满日的苍然
要来干什么
找什么
得到什么
失了什么
伤了那颗心

Q&A

Would you like to tell me about yourself in 3 words?

I love people.

What was your childhood like and what was the fondest memory?

I was well loved and raised by a village, a lonely child though, enjoyed watching the world and people go about their lives.

Laying in bed next to my great grandmother and listening to her sharing stories of her life.

How is your logic vs creativity?

I was only ever good at Chinese literature and English subjects at school. Did I even answer your question?

At what point you decided to write?

I started writing again when I was floating in life and feeling I was ok to die then and there with no regret. For some people it may sound I was content and lived a satisfying life. To me though, that was like I had nothing to look forward to in life. I didn’t even have a bucket list, not for the reason I had done it all. It was for the exact opposite reason which was I had nothing kept me living on.

In a strange way, I came to the end of myself then something reminded me of my writer dream. I started to follow my dream and I became alive again.

Who are your muses?

I love people. My friends, family, colleagues, clients, characters from books or movies are my constant source of inspiration. And my significant others too, be current or history.

What do you consider your greatest achievement and failure so far?

Em… I cannot see either without lying.

What is your plan for your writing future?

I have none. I just write to keep myself alive. One of my dear friends has been encouraging me for years to pursuit excellence. He saw me living a self fulfilling prophecy life. I was determined to be invisible and a second best. I had lived that life for a long time and it finally killed me.

Why do you want to post this Q&A?

I have people asked me similar questions. But for most I would like to be heard and understood.

Résumé

Adriana Sousa

Skills Summary

well presented, friendly and pleasant demeanor
specialised trades skills
custom fit client service
tailored and flexible approach to client request
excellent membership sales and cold canvassing skills
skilled in handling conflicts and challenging behaviours
continuous updating knowledge on market trends
attending regular health checkups and maintenance program
adhere to Workplace Health and Safety best practice
physically fit

Availability

24/7

Work History

2016 – Current
Coogee Bay Hotel, Sydney

2014 – 2016
Surf Paradise Holiday Resort, the Gold Coast

2000 – 2014
Potts Point Golden Apple, Sydney

1998 – 2000
Royal Portuguese Reading Room, Rio de Janeiro, Brazil

 

Profession

I love you

I love falling in love with you

I love being in love with you

I love loving you

I

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Versatile Blogger Award

Thank you so much Mike Ennenbach for nominating me for the Versatile Blogger Award.

The Rules
1. If you are nominated, Congratulations you have been awarded the Versatile blogger award.
2. Thank the person who gave you the award and include a link to their blog.
3. Select 10 -15 blogs/bloggers that you’ve recently discovered or follow regularly.
4. Nominate those bloggers for the Versatile Blogger Award.
5. Tell the person who nominated you 7 things about youself

7 things about me

1) I’m a true introvert behaving like an extrovert

2) I get easily tired when reading rhyming poems

3) My dream is to be a writer living on a farm growing my own veggies

4) Adam Levine is my celebrity crush and I gladly share the same surname with him

5) My favorite painter is Van Gogh

6) I am a cat lady…lol

7) I am a legend in my own lunch box…lol

Blogs I nominate (not in particular order)

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Thank you all for liking my writing pieces. I am forever grateful!

You are the rain for my poetry garden! 😊

Awakening

Your fingers leaving burn marks
then kissing them off
one by one

Set me on fire
burning us to ashes
rebirth again
new for the dawn

Bring on the new buds
pulling the heartstrings
play me like a symphony
pleasing to Amor

Bloom
peeling off petals
one by one
falling
fragrance scattering
intoxicating all senses

The body once a wasteland
slowly soaking up the dewdrops
trickle to a stream
a river
a sea
a tsunami

Angel

wherever I go I carry your heart with me

the despised, jealous look of people cannot penetrate you
the famine, the war torn cannot waver you
the coldness of the world cannot freeze you
the darkness cannot devour you

for I carry your heart with me wherever I go

Moonlight cinema

The old Ford carried our young souls under the starry sky
slowly rolling into the moonlight cinema

stretched on the worn leather seat
resting my feet on the dash

bubble gum blowing while you tuning the radio frequency to the movie

rolling my head to mess up my hair to
the rock and roll remaining sound
in my head

the sound of your coke can letting out a yawn
woke me just in time for the movie previews

shuffling chips bags and salted cashews
manically getting ready before
the 15 minute preview ran out

“hey Puff!” you called out to me
I looked up through my bird’s nest hair
like a curious new born

you leaned over and kissed the four petals of my lips
my face relaxed and a smile started to bloom

we lazed in the worn leather seats
lounging into each other
a line of wriggling toes on the dash
two young souls
sharing a movie – Fast and Furious
in the old Ford

How many movies
how many coke can yawnings
how many chips and salted cashews
and how many moonlight smooches…