Fear, you little creep!
You are a liar
manifests in mountains
without walking tracks.
In fact,
you are pinned
underneath my thumb.
I call out your name.
You break
and run miles
with delusion
between your wobbly legs.
Fear, you little shit!
Category: Poetry and Prose
Pleasure
the scream
doesn’t justify
the pleasure
you give me
the scream
ends in
hoarse exhaustion
the pleasure
rolls towards
the shore
wave
after
wave
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the day we stop dreaming
is the day we lose ourselves
chasing our dreams
opens door for
what life has to offer
in fullness
I once was on the verge of dying
only by holding onto
the string of an old dream
that I survived
when a dream was chased
it opened a treasure box
life offered to me
what I would never dream of
– peace, love, joy
in honouring
a little girl who once
dreamed of farm living
and literature writing
Sandy
Post shock
the truth that
you have gone
is like
the cold sweat
after a nightmare
it pierces the numbness
to thrust
the cruel reality
upon me
Frozen
she was a sunflower
turned her back to below zero
gave her all to the sun
whenever she bloomed
she radiated life and enthusiasm
today
the relentless frost
finally defeated her
a scrunched up sunflower
hung by a noose
her spirit was crushed
with no mercy
– In loving memory of A who lost her fight with PTSD on 25 October 2019
(Two Sunflowers – Painting by Van Gogh 1887)
Droplets of kisses
the ocean mist
descents on my skin
like
you caress me with
droplets of kisses
INFJ
she is
1% of
the population
she is
a major outlier
falls outside
the data fences
she is
the wind
that slips through
your fingers
she is
a masterpiece
fits only for
gallery display
she is
as warm as
the sunshine
as cold as
an ice sculpture
Silence
Play kit
she put her lace-up
thigh high boots on
as the final touch
before leaving for
the special call
she swiped in
walked straight to
the plush velvet bed
she layed out meticulously
gas mask
ball gag
cuffs
ball lock
flogger set
strap-on
and kept
the digital scale
in her play kit
underneath the bed
he was a special one
to her
she almost loved him
in her
faint conscience
she completed the
2 hour assignment
he was exhausted
and satisfied
instead of
feeling disgusted
as usual
this time
she felt
a sense of beauty
glancing over
his vulnerable
shriveled body
a dear little lamb
unawared of its fate
it was time
for her pleasure
and gratification
she took her time
Chopin op 25 no.1 on repeat
crimson spots and sprays
raw primal smell
metalic light salty
the latex gloves
stopped her kinaesthesia
she masterfully
dissected the lamb
she pulled out the scale
weighted
the heart
then liver
then kidneys
she bloomed
an orgasmic
smile
Flicker of Thoughts 