Intersection

I set out for a journey to forever
the path seemed bright and clear
back then

here I am
wandering indecisively
at the intersection
of another thwarted attempt

feeling lost in a panic
unable to read the street signs
written in a foreign language
hot coals are bubbling underneath my bare feet
the blazing sun is prickling my exposed skin

if only God will give me a sign
but in my malnourished mind
will I trust my own judgement
between a mirage and a vision

 

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Your help is needed

Dear Reader,

I am calling for writing prompts, not just any prompt, Your prompt is what I am asking help with.

For 343 days, I have been writing mainly poetry and posting on this blog. There were days I didn’t feel like anything would come out. Those days I managed to write something was attributed to the help from writing prompts.

I have been participating in a Creative Writing short course and will follow by a 30 day writing boot camp program. But for now, I feel I need the discipline to remain writing poetry daily.

So, your help is greatly appreciated, of course if only you would like to kindly offer me a poetry writing prompt. I will do my best to write one based on the prompt.

With respect and love,

Cassa

Make may way to you

tread the long and winding road
thorns and thistles
storm and hail
make my way to you

I make my way to you
calm and clear
blooms and twine
we skip down the narrow path

 

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Meaningless

Who says
the night has its charm
Parties are of cold blue

clinically
skim off
all companions
to discover perhaps one
worthy partner for the night

stop being
an assassin for small talks
smile, nod, raise a glass
go along, blend in
no need to see
no need to know
no need to feel
when the night is over
be rid of my mask

the next party
on repeat
for the world to see
I am living
inside slowly dying
in this meaningless
pit

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Love as a masterpiece

My love!
I only stand in distance admiring your grand beauty.
My absolute adoration for you leaves no room for coquetry.

Would anyone dare to smear their hands on Van Gogh’s painting just for their own pleasure?
Would anyone be so insensitive to shout cheers in the middle of Peter Grimes?

My love!
I am in awe of you, my masterpiece!
My obsession for you is beyond the need to possess you.
Trust me!
You are safe with me. I am the keeper of your heart.

 

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Cosy

I’ve gone quiet
I’ve gone cold
coz
There are raindrops
by my window.
Kitty and I
are having a cuddle.

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Love in punctuation

We walked through the four seasons of love:

“Your smile shines brighter than the stars”, then he tilted my face and kissed my cushioning lips.

Oh baby! Fuck! Baby…

He was hurt; he knew it too well I said it out of my own insecurity.

The atmosphere was like a pair of ill-fitting shoes, go bare feet, or suffer the agony.

We ended our relationship.

Did our love just die?