When we are apart,
we are missing home.
When we are together,
we are being ourselves.
Category: Poetry and Prose
Blenheim Bouquet
This poem is inspired by Jay Bleu the Fragrance Writer blog
Blenheim Bouquet by Penhaligon is a unisex perfume first launched in 1902.
She carries a fresh and enegertic presence
On a horse back
she drives the wooden ball vigorously
between the goal posts
She is among the dashing ones
smoking tabacco pipes
and drinking Diamond Jubilee whiskey
while remain a hint
of igniting sensuality
Survivor
Hug a tree There is skin rougher than your busy hands There is beauty rounder than your waist line There is life standing tall and self-sustaining There is a underground network empowering you to escape Hug a tree Let it remind you you life is far from ruined It begins when you realise how strong and how beautiful you are Hug a tree and break free
Perfectly Perfect Parallel
The rain falls on the petals,
unable to refrain.
Her softness and fragile charm
carry his outburst of emotions.
The pink plush contains all
he pours out
from the lack of recognition
and the fear of being unloved.
There is always such beauty
in their encounter,
almost like a
perfectly perfect parallel.
There is a sense of safety.
She catches him before he falls.
In return,
the rain’s uncaring always accepts
the petal’s exhilarating bloom
and tarnishing lows.
Soil
I love you
a pure earthy form
When I came into contact with you
my body was purified
my mind was transformed
my soul swelled
and I took root
Preying Love
This is a collaboration with Sana on Ted Bundy and Elizabeth Kloepfer. You may read more about Sana’s wonderful poetry via Instagram @Confessions_of_Sophia
Tiresome
is my around the clock
bloodshed fantasy
You give me relief
like I once was
a new babe
slept in peace
without a worry
in this monochromatic world
A viral contempt
simmers in the pit of my stomach
As I lay awake
and stare at the roof
empty eyes
died a few months ago
though your love resides still
In my chest as I take a pill
through lows and highs
till my pride denounced my cries
of endless love
of your name
Now I am amorphous
out of love
The heart is embers
I carry this emblem
on the vacant mausoleum
of corpse once called memories
Somthing is off
my solace, my love
You make me edgy
All of a sudden
You are out of my possession
You were once the crib
I returned to
after a blood thirsty hunt
my resting place for reprieve
Now
you are out of reach
You befriended the dandelion
and are madly in love with wine
It wasn’t you
It was obsession
that made me fall in love with
bloodthirsty vampire
Your good boy next door grace
yet you never left a trace
You gnawed, clawed at my soul
It was a total blackout
within and without
When you eerily kissed me
left blood from a killing spree
I was obssessed
I was maybe your next nominee
The back yard echoes your melodies
You were a prodigy
of your world
But I am left with nothing
falling in abyss
Not Quite
The darkened moon
over the slate grey corn field
blanketed their nakedness
In a false sense of hidden pleasure
they were unaware of
the savage slayer
The golden sunrays
across the flxen corn shoots
highlighted his lifelessness
In an unexpected turn of event
the prey rebeled against
the arrogant attacker
Prism
he is trapped in a hexagonal prism
it’s not obvious as a hamster wheel
he thinks he is going somewhere
for it stops and starts
at the edges
he wonders
why
he is tired of going uphill
why
he feels nothing at the peak
why
his tomorrow feels just like
yesterday’s old socks
he is trapped to live his life
through the prism of
what he lacks
Lullaby
(Image by Josh Knight)
This poem was first posted on 29 November 2018
rushing rain
twirling dust
wind, the ballerina
orchestrates the masterpiece
consoles my sleepless nights
soothes me with sweet dreams
破天急雨
尘埃降下
婀娜来风
淅沥交响
昨夜辗转
今宵恬梦
City Rain
Shhh!
Morning glow
Through window panes
Pitter patter pitter patter
The city bathing in rain
Polishing dust off her glowing skin
Tiresome is the watchman captured by cloudburst
Retreating from his misty hazel orbs
Sighing for a sleepless night
Dribble bubble dribble bubble
Faint neon lights
Wake up
Halt!
听
窗外
晨曦里
淅淅沥沥
洗涤着城市
好让尘埃松軟
如望雨人的疲憊
消退满眼朦胧
叹一宿无眠
点点滴滴
夜域里
梦外
停
Flicker of Thoughts 