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Mystical Moon

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This poem is inspired by the above painting, Mystical Moon, by Christina Marie Wilmes. The use of this painting has been authorised by the artist herself.

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Deserted by

everyone I knew.

On a wintry night,

I wallow in sorrow.

Nostalgic

of all those leaves

that abandoned me

to ride along the wind

like children on rollercoasters,

uninhibited by their fears.

She heard my sobbing,

banished the clouds

to let her light

shine on my undressed body.

In the morning, I resist

the harsh Winter chill –

I want to see her again.

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Christina Marie Wilmes, the artist of the painting above, has magnificent paintings for sale. 25% of her proceeds are donated to Project Buddy, which is a non-profit organisation aiming to prevent suicide and self-harm. Support her by going to her website and look at her paintings, photography and poetry on Peace Within Artwork.

P.S. I really enjoy talking to Christina and working with her, she is one of the most beautiful souls on this land!

Spoken Word Poem #4: Hypocrisy

 

This poem, Hypocrisy, was first published on Steemit.

Hanging

He left her hanging

like soaked clothes

left out to sun

in the scorching sun.

She remained pegged

to that washing line,

waiting, withering.

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This poem first appeared on Steemit.

Boiling Point

slip my hands

against the smooth surface

of the pine wood.

irritated —

clawing.

my blood is boiling,

my head, fuming —

a volcano erupts:

my hands toss the desk

towards the cruel heavens.

like the feathers

of a bird shot in his flight,

office papers

descend from the skies,

settling onto raging magma:

their edges incinerate.

their core wrinkles.

their tongues scream

— their last farewell.

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This post first appeared on Steemit.

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deep fried

gaping incisions

circling the skull,

unplug the brain

from its wired misery:

a deep-frying tank:

sizzling.

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This time around, I opted for a much shorter poem than I typically write. It is inspired both by the recent poetry I read (Trainride Elsewhere: A Review of a Poetry Collection ) and what I am currently feeling (studying has left my brain dried out). Nonetheless, I hope you have enjoyed it.

This post first appeared on Steemit.

Intertwined

Your face hides

behind sunglasses

and a hooded jacket.

In the chill of the night

the warm mist of your breath

creeps onto my shoulders.

I hurry my way home,

rapidly turn the key

and slam the door shut

as soon as I walk in.

I sigh in relief

until I look in the mirror.

Your reflection

stands behind mine,

our shadows,

intertwined.

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This was first published on Steemit.

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Raindrop

Inside my stubborn skull

the mind is nuclear,

its thoughts radioactive,

dangerous to my being.

It contains oceans

of whispers,

threatening to drown

me under its waves

in one swift motion.

I seek stability,

standing still

in silence.

Hear the raindrop,

watch its ripples

move across the surface,

I have found peace.

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This post was first published on Steemit.

Locked Treasure

I hold the key

against my chest,

its cold metal

against the warmth

of my anxious body.

Like an octopus

brooding her eggs,

I have waited months

for your embrace.

Travelled miles

along a scorching desert,

to be quenched

like a cactus

after Autumn rain.

In front of your door,

inhale a big breath

as I put the key

inside the hole.

Sweat slides

off my panicked face,

when the key fails

to turn the lock.

You reject

my phone calls,

deafened to my cries,

I should have known

your smooth words

were stupid lies.

My fists clenched

in anger, resentful

of my foolishness,

the key to a lock

that has been replaced,

remains buried

in my hands.

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Prompt for 22nd January 2018: Candid

My book The A to Z of You and Me is available on Amazon, Kindle and Barnes & Noble.

This post was first published on Steemit.

Hypocrisy

You dodge the bullet,

get on your knees

thank the heavens

for their blessings,

then, stand up,

take a deep breath,

turn around

and fire.

Blood stained hands

taste pungent,

enemies’ bodies

turn stale.

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Prompt for 21st January 2018: Strategy

My book The A to Z of You and Me is available on Amazon, Kindle and Barnes & Noble.

This post was first published on Steemit.

Spoken Word Poem #3: You Do Not Love Me

The third instalment of the weekly series of Spoken Word Poem is here! You Do Not Love Me has been the chosen poem for this week, I hope you enjoy!

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Note: This video has also been uploaded to DTube, which is linked to Steemit. They are new cryptocurrency-based and decentralised platforms that I have joined and will be trying to use.