united as one recording my mind,my heart my body my soulthree unite know my allto time I am like a raging river gushed by a future seathere is reverence, not irreverence, yearning, deep within metemper yet the strangeness the dictations and rhythms of timesmile widely in the circumstancesbaby girl you’ll always remain minethere are times [...]
ambiguous this breath I take what does it mean to my whole, how does it relate? does this sustenance this air I take matter in any means of entirety do I exist for a form of fate? wonder not into the desert of human traits, deep existence wander in the sand dunes heated footsteps this breath I take expired and spent.
Recently, I had the wonderful opportunity to work with my dear friend, Navin Manik of Navin's Poetry to write and record together a piece together. Please visit his site for his amazing spoken word and poetry. There you will find soulful, striking, deep words from his very soul recorded, performed and shared. We sincerely hope you enjoy our poetry project, Implore.
excited parallel universe where our motives selfishly meant were never truly met but in our beings we felt those irrevocable dents start to mend or were they beginning to spread? hard to decipher, the sensations felt young crushes soft passions gentle touches flushed complexions rough grabs forced giggles becoming something I didn’t want to acknowledge to please to be to allow him to feel to see “me” being right for him
carry on carry on there is no time to regret past mistakes are mere moments take them with a grain of salt nothing more they’re already spent learnt lesson learning lessons yearning for more in a while because what is suffering is my heart aching heart for quite some time with many a-frantic style [...]
never again will I allow myself to fall upon the railway sleepers walking insomniac nightly anything but a daydreamer eyes wide, hollowed, intrigued, not: I will follow the path of rightness – aliveness and damnation? NO attack that silence and go. zombified, staring at the keys pretending to be straight when my intent is bent sniggering to myself boy am I so clever im going under into the depths of my distress [...]
This evening, Words Out Loud Ballarat held their podcast for the 2020 Melbourne Spoken Word Festival Online. I am so thankful and grateful to WOL to have been selected to be a part of the podcast, where I recite my piece, "Depression: A Realisation". Thank you to Jason and Kirstyn for the opportunity. This is [...]
There are many stages of transformation in life. Sometimes, to find ourselves, we need to cleanse and strip ourselves to the bare minimum, and then, search even further. Here is an example of that search.
Filter the rain from the mountaintops, where acidic droplets beat down, an acrid taste, a burning sensation of skin besieged by astringent vowels. This was not intended, though this was required, her purging, pairs of eager, shiny boots step forth,