She faced the light
When all shades failed her
Her prayers went out the bars
They never came back void
Photographed by Joe Femia
Hearts and Paper Aeroplane
Collaboration with Jonathan Swift Pines
Photo from http://www.unsplash.com
No, I’m not claiming that I always write.
When I do, my heart’s like a jar -sealed tight.
And when it pops ajar, you hear it “thump.”
No, I don’t think I always love you right.
When I do, my soul swells like puppy eyes.
When I write, I snort happily for you.
When I’m bad, I’m bad. When I’m good, I’m good.
I’d love to love you right now, if I could.
But if I’m astray, please try tomorrow.
When I’m sad, I write. When I’m loved, I write.
I’d love to store you in my sealed tight jar.
Only let out happiness than sorrow.
Sorry, love, but this is our last “goodnight.”
I’m not always honest in all I write.
So keep your happy times safe and sealed tight.
Don’t let a dreamer like me steal your heart. . .
Thoughts on Old Photos III
I eventually gave in to the relentless roaring waves.
My shadow was slashed into ripples of reflection.
That was the reality of my broken heart.
Photographed by Joe Femia
Letter
chérie,
It is so difficult to love you.
When you need me to hold you, you want me to stand in distance.
When I fade too far away, your eyes are filled with sadness.
I can’t touch your face to wipe off your tears.
Because you won’t let me be close to you.
It is so difficult to stop loving you.
I read all your unspoken words like the love I were not allowed to confess.
Why do we understand each other so much with so little contact?
I wish I don’t feel or experience your emotions like my own.
Because I can’t separate myself from you.
It is so difficult to know what to do,
except write to you chérie, knowing you will never let our hearts be whole.
Goodnight chérie!
Your heartbroken fool
Thoughts on Old Photos II
The world is safe
for a curious feline
hiding behind
a voiceless screen.
Photographed by Joe Femia
Mood Swings
I decided to go for a walk cos I couldn’t walk out of my own thoughts.
How my own mind choked up creativity like a still born without making it to the light.
Nature’s colours force fed my dull mind. The yellow, green and purple stimulus evoked the greys behind my eyes.
The wind and rain whispered delight to the bleakness of my heart.
The enthusiasm of children and dogs infected me. I sneezed out a smile before I could catch myself, another spell dripped right after.
Thoughts on Old Photos I
Girl!
Why do you love
wandering along the beach?
Don’t you fear
the harsh wind
and blistering sun
rob you off your youth?
No.
I hide
in the sea shells by day
and wear
the stars by night.
The ocean
keeps me vigourous
and she leads me
to wondrous bliss.
Photographed by Joe Femia
The Sad Tree in Heaven
#cassaquote -25
Bonfire
she was
the bonfire
flushed his cheeks
toasted warm
in the cold nights
of all the wasted youth
too stoned
to recollect all the laughs
only her cherry lips
stained on
his pea sized remain
over the years
he has searched for
the same sensation
of her dim heat
caressing his shyness
to blossom
he lost the words
to write her
into his poetry
there are memories
he cannot articulate
he cannot shake
he can only
let them be
torturous
treacherous
guity of
being young
and naive
once
Flicker of Thoughts 