You fill your fantasy
with me with a whip
in that discreet outfit
ready to pleasure you
Marks of excitement
are visible
all over your body
waiting to receive
No pain inflicted
No scream of delight
I stay on the screen
You soak in sweat and seed
Ripper
This is a collaboration with Stephen, thank you for writing with me. If you like reading a good thriller, check out his book Beneath the Surface.
Shadows lurk in dark alleys
Death walks a sturdy stride
No sense of guilt he carries
He feels no need to hide
Precious daughters went astray
Roaming White Chapel streets
Outcast in a city so rich
Devoid of mercy, as he seeks
Saying he wants company
Of a woman so fair
As he pulls out his knife
Into flesh he will tear
They say he’s but a ghost
Out to exact his revenge
The law does their utmost
The crimes never avenged
From Lovers to Passersby
They used to think
they would be forever
written into each other’s poetry
They used to say
they would express
happiness, sadness, fear, anger
in stanzas
But life took them
by surprise
In the end
they expressed disgust
towards each other
in prose
Feeling Like Myself
I feel alive
With salt in my hair
Sand between my toes
Sunburn on my cheeks
I am free
Hidden
I am not ready
For the world to see
My deepest thoughts
About you
I bury them
Between lines of a story
In an ode to nature
Even
Among a bunch of old photos
Fading away faster
Than my memory
Student for Life
Living Poetry prompt – Back to school
School was where I was alive, probably for all the wrong reasons.
I wonder if the hairpin I wedged between the joints of that old wooden desk still there.
Will he still remember the girl who painted his toes black in Chinese calligraphy class?
Are there remnants of the notes being passed between friends?
Is the dining hall still the battlefield between the bullies and the avengers?
Have the little bridge and the stream underneath kept all the secret promises and heartbreak murmurs?
School taught me life lessons beyond foundational education.
I carry all the history into the world outside the campus and continue being a student for Life.
Calling for collaboration
Hi readers and friends, I am calling for writing poems or prose in collaboration with you, if you are interested.
Please let me know in the comment space or email me at carrie.levine.syd@gmail.com
With respect and love,
Cassa
Sound of Freedom
Love Is A Drug
Bubbles fill an azure sky
encapsulate rainbows
promise of tomorrows
That’s how love feels
How many bubbles
are we chasing
blow by blow
to feel alive
to feel loved
Sisters
Denise’s Six Sentence Story prompt – Scale
I don’t know my sister much except that she is a ball of energy.
Growing up together till she went to borading school in high school, I remember she was always active. If she wasn’t at gymnastics training, she would have been ice-skating; if she wasn’t out, she would have been home practising her scales on the piano.
It seems that she has been living a full life both in her career and her extensive travelling, she never stops.
We have never seen her since she turned eighteen, not even at Mum’s funeral when she was stuck on mount Everest.
It’s peculiar to me that I have a sister but I don’t have one at the same time
She always says, “The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb.”, I guess she didn’t choose me or our family.
Flicker of Thoughts 