Tag: untamed poet
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You Become My Words
All the people I meet become poems. Unable to express myself otherwise, for I’ve always been told, not to speak. xxx The written word can flow. Where the spoken word falters. We tangle our words, mash up our feelings, because we can’t let them know. xxx They can’t know the trueness. That lies within. How…
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Inspiration post – I’m Back
So, I have been away for quite a while. I have still been writing my poems but for some reason, I didn’t feel like sharing them as I didn’t think people wanted to read them. I have been sharing them with friends but that is as far as it went. Now I have realised, I…
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Me, the Hopeless Romantic…
I’m a hopeless romantic. I will crush you with feelings, swamp you with love notes, send you little texts that will hold so much meaning. xxx I’m the kind of person that makes up mixed tapes, of love songs we listened too, that we laughed and danced too when we were just mates. xxx Pictures…
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Hunkering Down
I’m going to withdraw and go inside for a while. Hunker down, go quiet, so that again, I will see a smile. xxx I’m going inside, where the light cannot reach. If only for a moment so that maybe I can have something to teach. xxx The shadows are casting a glance. Beckoning to take…
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Strength in your Hands.
You took my hand in yours and brushed my knuckle. I felt the warmth of your fingers and I knew my knees would slowly buckle. xxx The strength in your hand is the strength that holds me tighter. Until I panic… My body comes undone and I know it’s time to flee… xxx I can’t…
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Inspiration post – Festivals
I attended my first ever festival on 12th-15th May!! At the age of 42! Earth Frequency Festival in Australia that has around 5000 people attend, in Queensland. This festival is normally held in the bush, but this year, due to weather conditions ruining the site of the festival, it was held in Ipswich on a…
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Can I Borrow You?
Always the listener. Where are the ears that listen to me? Mine are on loan to whomever needs them. But I don’t get to borrow. xxx Or is it that I’m too scared? xxx I don’t let on what’s inside. I dont let out my burning screams. I dont let out the tears and sobs…
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My words will hurt you.
You make me angry. An incessant rage that sticks in my chest, rising up to my throat, just waiting to regurgitate. xxx Years of words that would cause you hurt. Years of hurt that I have held on too. Years of frustration for the little girl that lost out on you. xxx Tears for the…
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Hanging over the Edge
My toes hang over the edge. Gripping. I’m not ready to fall, though I can feel it’s happening. Unsteady, wobbling, leaning forwards into the depths. xxx I know you are ready to catch me. But I don’t know if you can handle the weight of my fall. The heaviness of the burden as I land.…
Untamed 