White Tears

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Poetry
I die
A thousand
Deaths,
And cry
A thousand 
Tears

Inky drops
Become
Soft crease—
On coarse skin,
Renewed
Fears

I write
This very 
Poem
To tattoo it
On your
Skin

White ink
Is so translucent—
Such a 
Slight,
Poetic
Sin

I die
A thousand
Deaths,
And cry
A thousand 
Tears

If only 
I’d read this
On my palm—
To get prepared
For life’s
exam

But fact is,
History
Tells me,
You can’t
Read 
Between 
Inked lines

I die
A thousand
Deaths,
And cry
A thousand 
Tears

Profound verse,
Quenching
Thirst
For life—
Would tell 
You about
Poetic
Strive

You die
A thousand
Deaths,
And cry
A thousand 
Tears

Some dark 
Drop
Stains,
Soft, 
Wrinkled
Skin

On book
Unwritten,
Dark, 
And stark,

And torn,
And loud,
And
Magic,

Start.

And
Feared.

So.

White.

Teared.

smudged lines

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Poetry
Skin puzzle 
Dismantled 
In pieces 
It breaks 
A myriad of  
Heartbreaks 
A billion 
Blue tapes 
  
I turn on  
The radio 
My mind gets 
All buzz 
My eyes get  
All blurry 
My heart  
Gives a blast 
 
The mike  
Switches on 
No words 
Old travail 
I clear my mind 
My voice 
Won’t obey 
  
Skin puzzle 
Dismantled 
In pieces 
It breaks 
A myriad of  
Heartbreaks 
A billion 
Blue tapes 
  
They give you an answer 
You don’t wanna hear 
It’s sad and 
So lonely—
No place 
For you here
  
Now ready to go.
Please do...
Draw the curtain! 
And—
Switch. off.
That.
Lamp.

Steam rises, 
So hot here!
That room—
Gets. 
All. 
Damp. 
  
Don’t want 
Those 
Wall poems 
All soiled, 
Dyed, 
Smeared, 
Smudged 
 
Skin puzzle 
Dismantled 
In pieces 
It breaks 
A myriad of  
Heartbreaks 
A billion 
Blue tapes 

*** With love to my favourite beta reader; you know who you are ;-)
 

Electric Child

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Poetry
She was born
An electric year
Blank was her canvas
Gone with the wind
A hectic mind
And fragile skin

Tears of dust
Heading to the
Gold horizon
Electric to touch
And buzzing with
Flying verse

Dressed in cord pants
Chunky brown shoes
Curls down
To her ears
Eyes⁠—wiser than
Her years

Tears of dust
Heading to the
Gold horizon
Electric to touch
And buzzing with
Flying verse

She was born
To a bird of clay
Blue was the sky
Crimson obeyed⁠—
Turned cold prey
Craftsmen say
Magenta pigment
Had ran out
That day

Tears of dust
Heading to the
Gold horizon
Electric to touch
And buzzing with
Flying verse

Paint on her fingertips
Words down her eyelids
Stardust kisses
On her lips
Electric blue tinges
Nursing her
Back to sleep

Tears of dust
Heading to the
Gold horizon
Electric to touch
And buzzing with
Flying verse

She was born
An electric year
Blank was her canvas
Gone with the wind
A hectic mind
And fragile skin

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!