Cat & Dog Love

When we are apart,
we are missing home.
When we are together,
we are being ourselves.

Blenheim Bouquet

This poem is inspired by Jay Bleu the Fragrance Writer blog

Blenheim Bouquet by Penhaligon is a unisex perfume first launched in 1902.

She carries a fresh and enegertic presence

On a horse back
she drives the wooden ball vigorously
between the goal posts

She is among the dashing ones
smoking tabacco pipes
and drinking Diamond Jubilee whiskey
while remain a hint
of igniting sensuality

#Publication – Creation and the Cosmos

Creation and The Cosmos, published by Raw Earth Ink

Survivor

Hug a tree

There is skin
rougher than your busy hands
There is beauty
rounder than your waist line
There is life
standing tall and self-sustaining
There is a underground network
empowering you to escape

Hug a tree

Let it remind you
you life is far from ruined
It begins 
when you realise
how strong
and 
how beautiful
you are

Hug a tree
and
break free

Perfectly Perfect Parallel

The rain falls on the petals,
unable to refrain.
Her softness and fragile charm
carry his outburst of emotions.
The pink plush contains all
he pours out
from the lack of recognition
and the fear of being unloved.

There is always such beauty
in their encounter,
almost like a
perfectly perfect parallel.
There is a sense of safety.
She catches him before he falls.
In return,
the rain’s uncaring always accepts
the petal’s exhilarating bloom
and tarnishing lows.

Soil

I love you
a pure earthy form
When I came into contact with you
my body was purified
my mind was transformed
my soul swelled
and I took root

Preying Love

This is a collaboration with Sana on Ted Bundy and Elizabeth Kloepfer. You may read more about Sana’s wonderful poetry via Instagram @Confessions_of_Sophia

Tiresome
is my around the clock
bloodshed fantasy
You give me relief
like I once was
a new babe
slept in peace
without a worry
in this monochromatic world

A viral contempt 
simmers in the pit of my stomach 
As I lay awake  
and stare at the roof
empty eyes 
died a few months ago 
though your love resides still 
In my chest as I take a pill
through lows and highs 
till my pride denounced my cries
of endless love 
of your name 
Now I am amorphous 
out of love 
The heart is embers 
I carry this emblem 
on the vacant mausoleum
of corpse once called memories

Somthing is off
my solace, my love
You make me edgy
All of a sudden
You are out of my possession
You were once the crib
I returned to
after a blood thirsty hunt
my resting place for reprieve
Now
you are out of reach
You befriended the dandelion
and are madly in love with wine

It wasn’t you
It was obsession
that made me fall in love with
bloodthirsty vampire
Your good boy next door grace
yet you never left a trace
You gnawed, clawed at my soul
It was a total blackout
within and without
When you eerily kissed me
left blood from a killing spree
I was obssessed
I was maybe your next nominee
The back yard echoes your melodies
You were a prodigy
of your world
But I am left with nothing
falling in abyss

Not Quite

The darkened moon
over the slate grey corn field
blanketed their nakedness
In a false sense of hidden pleasure
they were unaware of
the savage slayer

The golden sunrays
across the flxen corn shoots
highlighted his lifelessness
In an unexpected turn of event
the prey rebeled against
the arrogant attacker