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Lived experience or observation
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A collaborative effort of me and Benjamin Grossman.
The bountiful lilac purple wisterias curtain our bedroom window
The humidity of summer and the sound of cicadas wake us
My breasts swell in the cup of your hands
The curve of my body lazily responding to your offering
There is only one line you fit between
Fold me into origami with nothing but your tongue
Our bodies contort into a paper crane
Loving for 1000 years till we turn grey
Our souls take flight through the lilac purple haze into the flush blue eternity.
(A Collab with Bree)
The train tracks line the destination to a constrained world
where girls in the workplace forever speak of Prince Charming
On the platform, the cross of reality and illusion
she sits in the cold with The Price of Salt on her lap
Her curls fall casually teasing her cherry lips
My world explodes like the stars in the Milky Way
I wonder if
her soft lips could melt my anxious desire into strawberry kisses
I picture her elegant fingers bringing fireworks in all my secret places
She raises her brown eyes across the tracks
enchanting smile lighting up the air between us
Trains rattle
daring to disturb the line between us
Before she disappears from view
Her lips mouth words I can already taste on my tongue…
‘Find me’
and with a flash of steel and glass
I am undone
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When I was uninspired and nibs-dry, Benjamin and Bree worked their creative magic to collaborate with me. Here is the poem we wrote together. Bree produced the audio. I hope you enjoy this little piece of reading words and friendship, more importantly, remember to reach out to each other if you need a little inspiration and TLC. 🌻💚
Is there any life inside this brittle heart of mine
I am cracked to the core
All my light has leaked out
I cry out for nourishment
Someone to restore
A desert flower thirsting for rain
A deadwood feeling lost in a spring forest
The craving for life intensifies
In a world of splendid landscape
On my shoulders I carry the weight of suffering
Oceans of sadness and mountains of pain
A gazillion negatives that lead to unnamed anxieties
Pure darkness seemingly the only respite
And yet
Sunrise delivers a new day
Rain brings forth tiny sprouts
New life stirs within me
Signalling the promise of growth
I reach out to the light of life
Pushing onwards towards hope
Writing with Little Charmer was very effortless, I feel we write in each other’s space and it blends. I hope you feel that way too when reading it.
From what happened
Between us last night
I have a feeling
This has potential
I even contemplate
to stay for breakfast
skip work
and love on you more
But after my first cigarette
I realised
for our art to be perfect
I must play the escape artist
once more
You see I cannot give you
What you want
Unless we can agree
To take it slow
I may not be sure
Of many things
But my fear of love
I know
If that’s not enough for you
We’d better call it quits
Not everything has a happy ending
Life can be a hit and miss
Please don’t say
You love me
If you expect
To hear it back
So many times
I heard those
lovey dovey words
They meant nothing
in the end
I hope you could tell by the style of the writing that this is another collaboration between me and Little Charmer.
This is a collaboration with Michele Lee inspired by our shared love for the nature and friendship. I adore Michele’s work and recently read her novela Her Costal Cottage. If you haven’t already read Michele’s work, pay a visit to her blog My Inspired Life, I hope you’ll enjoy as much as I have been.
A playground first encounter
two shy girls found each other
A friendship bonded by quiet giggles and thousand smiles
Best Friends Forever sealed with a pinky swear
while painted toes pressed into the pearly sand
Promises made when forever was cloaked by the misty gray fog, carrying the secrets of unknown tomorrows
falling gently on their straw hats and small hands busy adding broken shells to their sandcastle kingdom
where two mermaids could live
when they weren’t underwater exploring
The crystal blue above and the deep turquoise below
blending, swallowing shadows and fragile castles
as two little girls left the beach,
side by side skipping, singing, and hand-holding
half buried, a red bucket and spade forgotten
Another poem to share written by me and Little Charmer. I hope you enjoy.
Do you really believe
Your own bullshit
Look yourself in the mirror
Tell me
Your face doesn’t tell
A different story
You say you
Can handle it
But that’s not
What you do
I saw tears in your eyes
Drowning in sadness
But you are too stubborn
to admit you are shit at this
I don’t think
I’m the one
Who doesn’t
Have a clue
You put on a brave face
Thinking I didn’t notice
Let’s be done pretending
Breaking up didn’t cut both ways
*This is one of the collaboration pieces I did with Little Charmer. I have always been inspired by her originality, writing with her has been way cool 😎. If you have not experienced her wonderful work, check out her blog Ramblings of A Fragile Mind.
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