“Affirmation” chronicles progress through means of inter-woven themes, to the liberation of personal demons also reflecting the shadow side of this liberation. It is ultimately a "Positive Affirmation" chronicling my life's experiences, perhaps not so black and white as the transition between the greys. The darker moments are normally met with a resolve, or life lesson. Please click the "more info" in the description below to read samples from this collection and please take the time to write a small review if you enjoy my work.
I write about passion, politics, emotions and the human nature, at all extremes. While I chronicle this through my own experience I like to play with metaphor and imagery to showcase this to the reader, sometimes without being so obvious as to what I am going through, but instilling thoughts, imagery and emotions in a way I hope to connect to others. I am deeply passionate about my work and more importantly creating works that connect and resonate with others. I have a strong sense of ethics, morals and political views which you will find in each poetry volume.
Cathartic Liberation
Here comes the downer,
The falling from my pedestal,
Smashing my knees on the impact of the fall.
Thought I was so high and untouchable,
Now I’m a worm crawling across the floor.
Chewing at my skin to find the feeling,
Self-preservation in a tightly-wound cocoon.
Hollow on the inside,
The scream is nothing but a sigh,
Trying to hide the pain,
But this heart is shared and isn’t all mine to have.
A face painted with beauty that has no ego,
Is a watercolour that blurs in my mind.
I reach out and touch perfection,
It dissolves in ripples by my own hand
Here comes the upper,
The muscle tightens as I run on scarred limbs.
High on my cathartic liberation,
For the first time my reflection meets my gaze.
Burning the pedestal,
There’s more to myself than my selfish needs,
So much to live for,
Time has an infinite story.
I search to find the limit to my own evolution,
Hindsight comes with the regret of being too slow.
Pressure on the Wound
Put pressure on the wound,
Although it won’t stop bleeding,
Insecurity has a hold around my neck,
As reflexes punch and kick.
Trying to get to the surface of a crowded mind,
Paranoia whispers chaos formed when silent and alone.
Too scared to lose what was always wanted,
Grip so tight it breaks under the demand for an answer.
Submerged in the chemical breakdown,
Six feet underwater, lungs heavy and full,
Sinking below what you once knew was true,
Lost in the anxiety that comes with the withdrawal.
Love is a dangerous drug; intoxicating,
Always leaving you wanting more:
Too much will kill you,
Without it we’d never feel alone.
Walking into a reality that shatters all form of sanctuary,
The ugliness of a lover’s hold that once felt safe,
Leaves a bruise of an embrace turned restraint.
Fear is a cunning manipulator,
Planting seeds that grow the inevitable tumour:
Put pressure on the wound and hope it stops bleeding.
Escaping Into Reality
Caked in dust, absorbed in other people’s memories,
Breathing crisp air at the breaking of the wall.
Tapping into the potential of everything that could be,
Barbed adrenaline furiously pumping at the gears.
Winter’s song chills the breath of those who sing it,
Icicles form on the trail of captured breath,
On the tail end of disaster that greets all with a smile,
Escaping into reality, as pieces of the subconscious die.
Plucking away at the vitality of nature’s core,
Winds howl as trees writhe in agony,
Like old bones to youthful pressure,
How we wrap our skeletons to hold in the warmth when we feel alone,
Unique vibrations that resonate are seen as glitches of the soul.
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