I
spill
longing
onto
your
chakras
blotches
drip
from
cool
violet
to
wine
red
your
royal
elegance
descends
to
hellish
lust
IV – Kiss Collection
Cinnamon kisses are sweet at dawn
after an exotic night play
The remnant of the tangled souls
swirls like earthy warm smoke
infuses the haze cool morning
Wanderlust
Thank you Luna for letting this piece into her poetry bar, this is where I started to be connected to the WordPress poetry community.
Hope you enjoy reading it!
Tulip
You greet me in the morning
in shyness hiding as a bud
waiting to bloom
with the first sun ray
I mesmerise your vulnerable beauty
with little patience
caress you with eager breaths
witnessing the full blossom
Perfection
He is
warm like the winter sun
displays affection in abundance
He is
grounded like the strong roots
carries the life source
He is
transparent with his feelings
exhibits vulnerability
He is
gifted with a wicked sense of humour
shines through a beautiful mind
He is
self aware in quiet confidence
respects others with upmost integrity
He is
undeniably
perfect!
Toys
There was no concept of toys in my childhood.
For fun,
I trapped cicadas and fireflies,
caught dragonflies and tadpoles,
grew silkworms and hatched eggs,
made kites and kaleidoscopes,
slid down banana trees and swam in streams.
I had a 14-key toy piano in middle childhood.
I played Auld Lang Syne and
Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.
The Barbie I had was in adolescence.
My father took a bicycle ride
with me on the back seat.
He saved 12 packs of smoke to
spend on a Barbie for me.
I was thirteen.
I made Barbie a studio apartment
with shoe box, handkerchief,
match boxes and play dough.
Two AAA batteries, an electric wire
and a light bulb in an old pill box
made Barbie her reading lamp.
I took pleasure in hand sewing
all Barbie’s dresses.
The favoirite gown was made from
cellophane lolly wrappers.
Wherever I go, I take these
wonderful memories and
treasures with me.
The power of words
Words, they either
build us up or cast us down.
The power they possess
penetrates deep within our spirit.
We sow kindness and truth.
We reap contentment and freedom.
We receive malice and lies.
We project hurt and hatred.
Words, they either
teach us perserverance or
give us excuse for destruction.
In a fallen world as such,
let my words be few if
my heart is wicked,
let me speak in pure intent
if my spirit is angelic.
Love in darkness
when darkness drapes off the sky
my love to you comes to life
the daylight silence
finally gives a voice to me
I sing odes to you
unleash in
whistle register
vocal fry
falsetto
you
my darling
sleep sweet
wake up beautiful
in the morning
greet me in honeydew smile
your sympathetic look
lingers throughout the day
my longing boils up
overflows into the dusk
my unrequited love
floods the night sky
Scarlet
She lured them in with
her scarlet lips and
velvet skin
poured flattering whispers
into their ears
exhaled candies to their nostrils
marked crimson on their chests
After each prey
she repainted the scarlet
in precision
let the toxin fragments
slowly poison her
so her soul struck
relief
Kylie – The Friendship Collection
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
Flicker of Thoughts 