This is one of the dark poetry which I wrote as a writing exercise. Dark poetry is not my usual genre. I had fun writing it.
the sky is weeping
for the loss of
a loving mother
a supportive daughter
a caring friend
at the blooming age of 33
the wind is raging
against her murderer
a chameleon charmed his way
into her innocent heart
a fungi corrupted her being
eventually caused her to
lose her defence
she is lying in repose
a beauty covered in rust
like a tainted rose
This is one of the dark poetry which I wrote as a writing exercise. Dark poetry is not my usual genre. I had fun writing it.
the rambunctious head of the household
submissive yet overbearing advocate
dependents running wild
in the confine of farming life
leather face old man that hunts with a rifle
she runs over little lambs for feast
children grew up witnessing these normalities
one of the children
was convicted of second degree murder
the noise of the struggle
screaming, screeching, pleading
he had to bring them to silence
when you apply the transitive logic
it all makes sense
It’s sad to say goodbye my love.
It’s devastating to say goodbye my friend.
Daybreak is the fresh notes that the piano's playing Your husky murmur reminds me of last night's moon drunk on the sycamore tree My fingers filter the light combing through your soft lips speaking of sweet lies cultivated by the winemaker Morning is the regret that only the god of tomorrow knows
The unknown of
a downward journey
is frightening
if we don't know
the beginning
and the end
The Living Poetry word prompt – Explain, Remark, Carry
Waste no time to explain
Save your breath from insulting remarks
Carry on a life of your own destruction
Draw a line in the sand
Here I stand
The Living Poetry word prompt- Arctic, Destroy, Experiment
Toddler builds an arctic farm
arctic fox, arctic hare, arctic has woolly bear
How about experiment with penguin, orca or albatross
Oh no baby
they can’t travel that far to your farm
Let me take them back south to their Mommy
Baby cries, baby shouts
Baby’s tantrum is thundering loud
Arctic farm destroyed by baby’s palms
People who don't go with the flow are considered to be a nuisance. They are despised upon. There is a difference between a doubtful mind and a paranoid mind. There is a level of ignorance in people who are full of confidence. “The important thing is not to stop questioning. Curiosity has its own reason for existence." - Albert Einstein
I deleted four social media applications.
There are still seven platforms remain
for me to stay connected with people,
all at my fingertips.
How excessive and crazy this world is!
And I am in it and living it.
Facebook, Messenger, Instagram, Whatsapp.
LinkedIn, Telegram, Signal, Wechat, Skype, Message, Email.
This is a collaboration between Bree and Cassa. It’s so much fun to write with a fellow Aussie. Check out Bree’s blog for more of her mystery Secret Thoughts Within.
Let me be the sea breeze caress your sun bleached hair
My urging breath dances on your bronzing shoulders and coats your lips with a crystalline salty kiss
Let me be the fine sand between your thighs like a wayward soul seeking paradise
I’ll warm up your skin to bring a pink blush to your cheeks as I explore every inch of your summer soaked body
It's the Pacific sun burning my mind
You are making me hungry, thirsty and possessive
I become a predator roaming for my prey till twilight
Let me overtake your senses with my crashing passion as the moon pulls in the tide
My every neuron charging along the ebb and flow of your sinew body
Breaking into your veins and crevices over and over till eternity
The night owl hides in the blackwood
The moon blushes into wattle flakes
Our naked souls lace in the orange sand
The waves blossom into our ferocious moans as we drift into a blissful trance
Flicker of Thoughts 