Writing with others are both inspiring and fun. I hope you enjoy this collaboration between me and Bree. Reading Bree’s work is like walking into her garden in every season. Secret Thoughts Within
An exhausted heart,
asking no more for rain
A shameful shadow
deserving no reprieve from disdain
running down from the heavens to my soul
replenishing the drought within me
doing just that to rescue me
unfolding before my eyes
making my heart sing again
This is another collaboration with Bree. Do check out her written and audio poetry, you will be sated: Secret Thoughts Within
I see you sitting here all alone
wondering if your worries
will keep you up again tonight
I hate seeing you break
watching the light draining
from your sunken eyes
Let it wash away
you were never meant
to carry a burden so laden
Tell me your troubles
pour them out into my open heart
and together we’ll break the chains of despair
This is a collaboration between Bree and Cassa. It’s so much fun to write with a fellow Aussie. Check out Bree’s blog for more of her mystery Secret Thoughts Within.
Let me be the sea breeze caress your sun bleached hair My urging breath dances on your bronzing shoulders and coats your lips with a crystalline salty kiss
Let me be the fine sand between your thighs like a wayward soul seeking paradise I’ll warm up your skin to bring a pink blush to your cheeks as I explore every inch of your summer soaked body
It's the Pacific sun burning my mind You are making me hungry, thirsty and possessive I become a predator roaming for my prey till twilight
Let me overtake your senses with my crashing passion as the moon pulls in the tide My every neuron charging along the ebb and flow of your sinew body Breaking into your veins and crevices over and over till eternity
The night owl hides in the blackwood The moon blushes into wattle flakes Our naked souls lace in the orange sand The waves blossom into our ferocious moans as we drift into a blissful trance
This is a collaborative piece by Bree and Cassa. Do check out Bree’s blog Secret Thoughts Within for more of her wonder.
My love for you is indecent
it doesn’t fit neatly into the mould
I am an outlier in every book of sin
No amount of purity resists my passion
Offer me your vigour
and I will return it ten-fold
You have never known a love like mine
I’m a wildfire and raging storm
Come! Count me in
Let me be your intoxication and Sunday regret
We’ll be each other’s forbidden fruit
and feast on a love so indecent
This is a prose collaboration between Cassa and SecretWriter.
She writes by the candle light in pitch black nights. The thought of his scents and words flames the wick burning in her lukewarm heart.
He lies down, stiff and exhausted from a day’s hard work, covered by the darkness of night. His mind wanders, and he dreams of her as the wax drips down the candle light. There is always this great distance dividing them, just as the milky way joining their imagination and fantasy. He spreads out the oils that collected her perfumes, reminisces of smoothing it across her shadowed skin. Light and dark that makes tiny lit hairs back when they explored galaxies within.
She writes love affair as she lives through every word and punctuation between their exchange where energy takes off in wings of imagination and fantasy. Their story is safely told as the storyteller becomes more and more tangled in the story she so vividly crafts.
This is the recent collaboration with Benjamin Grossman which helped me greatly in breaking my writing ‘numbness’. Please check out Ben’s blog if you have not already read his amazing work.
The glacial battle begins in our heads Face pressed to the sun-pierced windowpane January snow in recession, the signs of regression Half hidden like an iceberg in the arctic water And where once a soft glow illuminated the surface Only the placement of desolation remains Reverberating silent screams There is no one way of knowing cold The stages are fluid and transient Its meaning bitterly ambiguous Yet in rare lucid moments, I see husks An empty bed, scarred skin, chattered teeth Spirit-numbed mind, missed meals, vacant smiles
There is no one way of knowing cold Its symptoms appear to have no rhyme or reason Although they move with wintry doom From person to person increasing in aggression Till you understand the meaning of icy Which unbeknownst to us creeps in succession
There is no one way of knowing cold Though maybe it’s always the same Emotional and physical reaction A state of feeling dangerously low Struggling to survive between cold and colder The very same polar opposites: Arctic and Antarctica
This is a collaboration piece with Spirited Soul based on a Poetic Duets Prompt – “Pick any of the 5 senses. Now, imagine your life without it, and describe it poetically.” This prompt came from Instagram @PoeticDuets
Beautiful green and orange chunks weaved through the spongy dough. Aromatic toasted nuts gave that firm structure like the solid brick work in an architecture piece. When the baking oven timer went off like a diner bell, my nose was overwhelmed by the healthy wholesomeness. My mouth salivated in great anticipation.
As I slide the fork from in between my lustrous lips, I feel the thick, coarse lump in my mouth. Swirling around like dry sand when I chew. Feeling like a handful of moving bugs as I try to swallow. The kind that land inside your mouth after an enjoyable motorbike ride.