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When I don’t write, it hurts
It’s interesting, life. The expectations that are placed upon us, by us, by them, by we. These internal hang ups we create based on our own perceptions of what the outside want to see. Like you looking at me, thinking … Continue reading
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Favourite opportunity
I’ve learnt that one of my favourite opportunities in life, Is picking up the pieces of my broken and shattered heart, And putting it back together, Just giving myself the time. Using tears and late nights, To weave gold around … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Thoughts and feelings
Tagged healing, heart, heart break, poem, poetry, self forgiveness
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Hold me
Hold me, Let me sink, Into your existence, Let my bones melt, My skin soften, My mouth moisten. Let me cry torrents, Saturate your being, In tears and mucous. Hold me and let me sink. Hold me. Hold me against … Continue reading
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Tagged affection, letting go, love, poem, poetry, writing
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river breath
A little lost in love loops, drown me in your river, don’t let me hit rock bottom, but don’t let me up for air. Hold me under,until my breath proceeds me,exceeds my growth,until it out lives my yearning.
Ulpulpe – Spring
It is days like these that have me yearning for a connection, beyond that link between moments. A connection of heart and homelands, Where song lines web our shared histories strength. Yearning for that Ulpulpe (spring time), Time of change. … Continue reading
Posted in Note Book, Poetry, Solo Performance Residency
Tagged arrernte, central australia, culture, flowers, home sick, Ltyentye Apurte, mulla mulla, poem, poetry, spring time, writing
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Cycle continues
And the cycle continues, a windowless fear, diving deeper to a place she feels has to be near. The checkered moon rises, the light opaque, those moments continue as he eats his cake. Never feeling the give and take. Lessons. … Continue reading
Posted in Note Book, Poetry, Solo Performance Residency, Thoughts and feelings
Tagged fear, poem, poetry, writing
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What do you see?
What do you see reflected when you look into my eyes. Do you see reflected too far past your disguise? Past all your self inflicted lies? Or allowing too deep the healing? Bringing up boiling the deep seated feelings? Moments … Continue reading
Posted in Note Book, Poetry, Solo Performance Residency, Thoughts and feelings
Tagged connection, life, love, questions, Vulnerability, what
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Some new writing…
We paint the skies with our ignorance. Too scared to feel the sun for the sun, And the moon for the moon. Our knowledge is bound up in an existence of incomplete, Unaware of where we can take it, How … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Solo Performance Residency, Thoughts and feelings
Tagged connection, fear, ignorance, poetry, writing
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Confusion
Confusion rains down hard, can’t reign it in. Lost in the midst of self doubt and uncertainty. Relentless. Torrents of heavy flow flood my clear vision. Tears at the edge of the bank, trying to build a bridge to overcome. … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Solo Performance Residency, Thoughts and feelings
Tagged confusion, poem, poetry, writing
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Catch my love poem
Generosity lies within every smile, teeth bared brightly. Wide eyes wink gratitude for a moment shared. Steps increase in buoyancy, bounce and belly rises in a uprising of butterfly wings. That heart set a flutter, and flushes crimson. As crimson … Continue reading
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Tagged april, day 1, heart, Humanity, love, love poem, poetry month, the dirty thirty
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