A blatant depiction of loneliness, and isolation enmeshed with a longing desire to belong somewhere; even if only for a little while
Category: Poetry
a matter of taste
A short meditation on the chemical properties of chocolate.
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Intimacy
A poem about everyday love.
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Painted Room
In memory of my late Father who passed away suddenly and the long night that I have made home.
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Minefield
The world revolves,
sun casts the fields pink and yellow.
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How to preserve freedom?
Meditating on Aboriginal women’s tragedy and the issue of law regarding prostitution and ultimately freedom.
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magnetron
Who is the butterfly, who the flower?
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Neat
This poem reflects on the life of a writer.
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Self Portrait Through Convex Lenses
I relax, limbs spread across the bed.
Under a comforter I roast on a spit
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My little piece of hell
A poem about feeling trapped in a life that I am well aware I should be out of for many reasons.
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No Reason
And that was it, there was nothing left to say;
In a world that hits hard, a soft touch fails to hold meaning;
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I get up at dawn
This poem is inspired by early Chinese poetry, and it is an entirely original composition.
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So Very Much is Left…
So very much is left unseen
Between the printed out pictures and
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Remember
My poetry refers to the past and the present almost simultaneously.
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Not a Rose
This piece touches on self-worth…more like, pushes away and embraces the duality of the idea.
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See you around
A work of horror, of guilt and of droll humour.
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Vigilance
In the resilient haze of my infanthood A half-opened drawer of linens Exudes my mother’s fragrance Of jasmine, almond, and cloves.
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