whenever I meet a psychologist
I feel uneasey about being psychoanalysed
especially you do that to inmates
I was on my best behaviour
until you cracked jokes
and shared about your missionary trip
sharing the same birthday
is no coincidence
you are the impeccable psycho psych
I am the airy fairy day dreamer
there is nothing we hide from each other
over 2 glasses of wine
She
an only child grew up with cats
a city girl came from the subtropical rain
with lavender scent among the dragon ferns
He
a lone man curled up on a couch
immersing in books and writing stories
sipping black coffee with spices
They
watch people and clouds to pass time
tread through the powdery rain in Vans
reassemble Vincent’s starry night in jigsaw puzzle
under the autumn silvery moon
hedgehogs hide by the vegetable patch
melancholic harmonica playing softly
You haven’t written about me for a while.
You haven’t checked my blog for a while.
Don’t change subject.
Don’t think my blog is about you.
It isn’t?
It isn’t! It’s about my life and people around me. I have told you before and the time before that.
Oh! I have been busy with work.
People work. It’s a blessing.
Why do you run out of things to write about me?
The world does not revolve around you.
But I thought we are special.
You are special! 🙄
Are you mad at me?
Nope!
You are mad at me, aren’t you? I can tell cos you look annoyed.
🙄
You are doing the 360° eye rolling thing and giving me silent treatment.
😶
Why don’t you write about I annoyed you then. Here you are some inspiration for ya!
Yea mate! 🤯
……
Far out! That’s why you are my ex ex ex, so far gone…😤
kitty tangled in yarn
no longer playful
fish trapped in net
no way home
head walked into spider web
no escape horror
chest tied with knots
no relief channel
only your smile
warrants reprieve
releases me from
nuisance
nightmare
torment
fear
back to back interviews
6 had been done and my brain screamed exhaustion
there is always something about the number 7
there you were
professionally groomed
impeccable performance
a shining young talent
with a compassionate heart
respect from a perfectionist to another
since day dot
I have never told you I admire
your earnest effort put in speed dating
I have never told you I am grateful
you accepted my machine gun bullets no filter comments
I always remember I told you
Benny is a crossbreed
while Milo is a border collie
I have never shared with you
I cherish our friendship beyond
the dog park and coffee catchups
‘bumps’ by Mike Ennenbach – click bumps
This is my first reblog post, and it may well be the last.
I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I do.
I am having a real hard time
to accept how oversharing
I am with you
It’s like constantly breaking a moral code
As if I had been lying all those times
before your arrival
All the descriptive words about me
aloof, distant, absent, drifted, silent…
I am completely being inappropriate
As if I am possessed by a chatter box amplifier
manifests itself in file download with high speed optic fibre
flying to be stored in your digital briefcase
the moment I am awake
synchronicity is in autopilot
Oh hacker! get me out of here
before my cheeks burn into hot coals
fishnet stockings, denim skirt,
checkered shirt and an enthusiastic smile
wherever she goes she takes a fun house with her
others are living the life
she is life itself
on a park bench we lazed about to share
vino rosso e formaggio
watching the blanket of flying foxes take off
to forage for food at dusk
she converted me to a Sydneysider
time passed
memory faded
we met
we played
we dated
we parted
never fought
never clashed
never debated
never communicated
no sad goodbyes
no turning back
no once more
no foever ever
time passes
memory blurs
calabash
your pale beauty
hidden in a luscious emerald screen
your smooth ivory skin reflected off
the cobra blue moonlight
I run my warm fingers on your valley curves
along your spine as celo playing hauntingly
monsoon rain moistens my tongue
feeding the starvation in me
my hunger eyes and barren lips
no longer self contained
charging unshackled to shake you
off the cord
Flicker of Thoughts 