Monster Ball

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Poetry
Slowly, slowly,
You approach me
Little creature
Of the night

I behold those
Fancy feelings
Wicked wizard
Warm at heart?

Slowly, slowly,
I approach you
Please don’t bite me
Let me roam free

Lion tamer
Suave enchanter
Got seduced by
Your spider fang

Softly gifting
Piercing heartaches
Wicked creature
Golden night

Slowly, slowly,
You reproach me
Swift-tonged monster
Full of might

I might leave this
Fancy figment,
Feathered, foamed,
Velvet stream at heart

I still dream, YouWondrous creature,
Would come, 
slowly, 

a n d

S   o   f   t   l   y  ,


D    a    r    k    -  v    e    i    l    e    d  ,



B                     I                    T                   E .

Poem Interruptus

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Poetry
I often feel flustered
with your never-ending
sweet-toothed verses

You are endowed
with some greatly
magical tricks

Yet your poem interruptus
meter often leaves me
all cold and bothered

Fact is, I'll never get
sonnet-pregnant
with your words

'Cause you always
pull out your rhymes
at the very last minute

There is never enough time
to come into ode-full
moans and sighs

My daylight dreams
are all flustered and
my imagination drawn
to ecstatic snippets

Lest it get too desirous
of your malicious,
yet infectiously 
mellifluous ballads

Oh boy—
this 
poem 
interruptus
Of yours

Late Night Listener (Collab)

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Collabs
By Secret Thoughts Within and Vintage Black

I am your only late night listener, 
Savoring your words spoken 
Over and over, 
Alone in the blackness.
  
Messages played on loop
In the radio host sound 
Of your voice, 
I tune in to enjoy 
Yet another twilight sample.

Your poetic mixtape
Of descriptive drunken words
Makes perfect sense
To my late-night soul,
So, I dial in every sunset.
  
Alas! That intoxicating oeuvre,
Over and over
I play it as I live in fear
That you’ll disappear 
And I’ll end up,
Singing in silence.

After such a lust driven
Radio overdose,
I keep listening to your lyrical musings,
They feel like luxurious textured notes 
For the soul of this, 
Your only late-night listener.

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This is my second collab with the WONDERFUL Secret Thoughts Within 
(if you haven't been to her blog yet - please run and read her beautiful poems, 
check her amazing collabs and listen to her subtly mesmerizing spoken words). 


Great collab fun and really joyful writing experience! 

Blue Cinderella Rock Song

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Poetry
Flying crazy 
And loopy sounds 
Those loony tunes 
House breaking moulds 

Silver tights 
And bright blue shoes 
A light of fancy 
A daring spy 
  
A ruthless dream 
A tearful song 
A seamstress 
Stream 

Ten hours, 
Gone 

You’ll never text 
Too sad, 
Too bad, 

Forget, forget 
A fearless sight 
Smells of ashes 
Speed of light 

True singalong 
Tap dancing night 
To loony tunes 
A daring spy 

A flight of fancy, 
A seamstress 
Stream 

Too mad
Too bad 

Ten hours sad 
Deep down -
Reach out! 
And sing along 

To this, 
My very 
Own...

...Blue Cinderella 
DARK
ROCK
SONG

The Reader

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Poetry
To all the ones
That read my poems
That hear me bare
That don’t despair

The texts
The laughs
The hidden
Meanings

The sounds
The smiles
The profound
Feelings

The rooms
The streets
Snow-covered
Stay

And thick, grey
Smoke
That will
One day

Become star
Dust
Till you will
Sway

That scent
That sound
Oh all 
So near

Takes me
To a time
When you
Were here

To all
The ones
That read
My poems

I thank you
Kindly
With free verse
Sonnets

And thick, grey
Smoke
That will
One day

Become star
Dust
Till you will
Stay

Resound
Profound,
Heart-felt,
Unbound

Remains, 
Dear reader,
A fragrant
Sound

Silencio

Pink Pillow Poem

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Poetry
Draw one tattoo
For me
I'll ink another one
For you

A tat
One 
And only
We'll share

Our pink
Pillow book,
Inked verse,
Stained bed

Of love, longing,
Pain, undeserved,
Unsearched, and,
yet conquered,

Profound, 
One lasting bond,
Fancy lettering,
Blue

This,
Our night's
Little secret,
Still true

Bold, and, forever,
Subdued,
Our Pink 
Pillow Poem,

Tattooed

Warrior Song (Collab)

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Collabs
By Secret Thoughts Within and Vintage Black

A true wild heart
A fine glass of wine
With steadfast resolve
I walk all divine
 
Keep walking good warrior
And never look back
Those trolls, demons,
Vampires
Deep love
They do lack
 
Honey, I've lived my life
I know the road you are on
I'll share my secrets
To keep your heart strong
 
Lay hold of pure light
Let go of perfection
These wrinkles and lines
Are true beauty’s reflection
 
Keep walking good warrior
And never look back
Those trolls, demons,
Vampires
Deep love
They do lack
 
Reckless Sons of a Dick
Will never deserve you,
Don’t play into their games
Tell them quickly “you’re through”
 
The fears in your mind
They won't last too long
You’ll realise your value
And begin to rise strong

Keep walking
Good warrior
And never look back
Those trolls, demons,
Vampires
Deep love
They do lack
 
Never don’t forget, honey,
To keep your heart true
To share your own wisdom
One kick-ass rock coup
 
Remember these thoughts
And you’ll have real wealth,
~ Your truly divine
Old warrior Self

* This is my very first WP collaboration — in general, and with Secret Thoughts Within :) I couldn't be more excited about it! Great fun co-writing this piece with Bree. I truly love and admire her poems and velvety spoken words. I am ever SO thankful for her constant support and great WP friendship!

Dancing Hands

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Poetry
waves & colours
twists & turns &
black
&
white

outstretched,
loose arms,

with hands
untangling,
knitting
smiles

on pale
soft canvas,
warm &
bright

a fragile
psyche,
brave as
night

tonight
with hands,
untangling,
weaving

waves
& colours,
twists
& turns

tonight.
outstretched.
on soft.
grey canvas.

cold,
& bright.

some touch
the horizon.
cry.
then fly.

these 
dancing
hands

* inspired by my beloved friend 
  Tiffany D.'s drawing
  with fearless hands dancing 
  through psyche's tidal waves*

Sea Salted Skin

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Poetry
Your bright materials
I will never forget

The love
The scent
The hugs

Those kisses

The ones
You owed me
Yet never returned

That icy, shadowed 
Bridge you never
Dared to cross

Fearing it would
Crumble

Under 

Your

Feet

Lest your soul 
Fill the river in
Drowned sorrow

Before wearing 
That suit

Sea

Salted

Skin

Too self-enchanted
With those sonnets,
second-guessing 
Our exchanged verses,

Doubting 
The authenticity
Of these free rhymes

Yet the image
Of our poems
At my fingertips,
Piano hands
To my ears,

When your eyes
Go blind again,

Sea

Salted

Skin

Your bright materials
I’ll always keep 
Close to heart,
I know they existed,

And they exist, 
Surely,
Somewhere, 
Close,

By 

The 

Sea

The love
The scent
The hugs

Those kisses

Piano hands
To my ears,
When the blinds
Go down, again,

Sea

Salted

Skin