twistedson
Profile
- Name
- twistedson
- Joined
- Nov 2007
These things always stump me – what do I write that will reflect who I am – the short answer is my poetry and that of my soul mate, Andrew Sidwell, together we have recently published our second collection of poems, titled “In The Wake of the Moon”. I hope from the bottom of my heart that you enjoy the words and please comment if you feel the urge. Much love, the twisted one! Currently Andrew and I are working on our production, “PHANTASMAGORIA” of which I have added photos for your enjoyment. Please come and see the show if you live in Melbourne, Australia. I will keep everybody updated with what is happening. Check out our media release in my journal.
Groups
twistedson is a member of All Things Poetic, Prose, Philosophical., Art for Conservation, Art Inspired by Dreams, Art of Erotic Visions., Character Development and In the Moment.
Journal Entries
Phantasmagoria Media Release
Posted 11 days ago.
Morning Ramble
Posted 18 days ago, 4 comments so far.
13/08/2008
Posted 24 days ago.
Another day
Posted 27 days ago.
30/11/07
Posted 9 months ago.
28/11/2007
Posted 9 months ago.
Writing
The Exit
Fluttering, stuttering, muttering, mumbler of the road, / the street, / where is the next exit? / Far from here, or around the corner, the bend, / at the narrow end of the highway, deep into perspec…
A healthy dose
Before me, / You stand, / A familiar pattern unfolding – / This time, / Prepared, / You will not play me. / Your plans for the future, the foundation laid, all add up to nothing if you continue the …
She Wears Black
She wears black. It’s not a statement, but a pact, a kind of marriage between her and the moon – once you have been given it is time to give. The streets are a stir with the usual cacophony of str…
Waiting For The Sun
Been waiting for the sun to find me, / Been waiting for the sun to rise, / In waiting for the sun I lose my self / Between the darkness and the light. Been telling nothing but damn lies, / Cannot l…
Tremors of the Heart
Ground down in the mortar, / You added me to taste, / What sense is there in fighting? / Think I’ll just let go. I’m not afraid of dying, / It’s your emotion I can’t bare, / It no longer ma…
Untitled
So the dam breaks and all is forgiven, nothing is left unsaid by the voice that needs to be heard above the gnashing of teeth belonging to vultures that feed on mediocrity and banality, disillusioned …
