I’m not stunning / nor am I breathtaking. / I’m not voluptuous / nor am I stick-thin. I don’t like dresses / and I don’t wear pink. I d…
I enjoyed writing this. It was empowering. And it was fun being honest too. / I have to say it was ms.trace’s poem Ode To Mr. Somewhere Out There Man that inspired me to write this. / Thanks ms.trace :)
Death alone is not the source of loss or grief, / rather separation and renunciation of love, / the disconnects and cruel disappointments, ...
It is that feeling in her eyes / As she moves towards revolution / Her poise, her presence / She holds herself defiant and courageous / A war…
DANGEROUS featured in THE SISTERHOOD ON 6-4-09! / DANGEROUS featured in All Out Emotion on 1-3-09! My poem Dangerous was written to go with my painting Dangerous displayed on the front page of my RedBubble Site.
The yellow just uncurling….........
A moment where all was enough.
the lonely call / the forgotten voice / the suppressed feeling / weakly and longingly / calls out / hoping to get my attention i try to pu…
I hesitated about uploading this poem. It’s as honest as My Weakness and maybe even more personal. But all of you have become like a family to me, and are always so kind and accepting, so in the end, I decided to share this. / This poem sprung from these words found in “My Weakness:” My weakness is my need / for warmth and care. / But I take care not to show it. / I act like like I have all I need. Again, not an easy thing to admit to myself. As a matter of fact, I hated it. But I can’t deny it. What I hate most is not knowing or understanding why I’m like this sometimes.
...because without freedom, / My sentence is death.
I wrote this poem while I was in a relationship that I found was way too restrictive and controlled. I am my own person and that being said, I need my own space and freedom…
There was something about him that caught my eye. He was not conventionally handsome but he was beautiful to me. I saw a soul that had…
He is beautiful to me.
Gently I whisper to my children, Believe in yourself, And all your dreams Will become your reality.. Kym Breeze 2007
With clenched fists, I stand before the mirror of my past, / I shatter it to pieces, breaking the many illusions I’ve cast; Finally see…
Just processing LIFE…a few years back
I walked a hundred miles to get here / And now I feel / Like I need to walk a hundred more.
being there for self
We wear masks that keep others from knowing who we really are, though we yearn for someone who truly “gets” us.
just ramblings that go through my mind on this whole experience of being human..
A pocket full of tissues / is what you said / Watch out little lady / or you’ll end up dead!
what would be the subject matter of nursery rhymes today…. Domestic violence, a dirty little secret and its very hard to escape. Society portrays DV to be something that happens to women, not men. It was definitely not something I was expecting to experience as a male. Shameful as society thinks it is to be a man and be a victim of DV, I am not the only man to experience it. In writing this, I risk people I dont even know, thinking that I am weak and less of a man than the next person on the bus! I need to say that gay men are not always faced with DV or other negative situations, I say good luck to those that have seen smooth sailing. However generally gay men are at risk of: family rejection, school beatings, ostracising by the community for misrepresenting the stronger sex, ha! / And alas, attempted and achieved suicide. Then to find your romantic ‘saviour’ to be as violent if not more so, than the enemies outside of your love relationship – you wonder if you are worth anything at all. This trilogy for me is cathartic I know, self indulgent probably, uncompromising I hope so, healing I pray so. . .
Strong, confident woman / Why do you cower
The certainty of fading light wore on like watched silence. / Unending curves, spirals and the dappled, uncertain light of / hope shown d…
I wrote this after the insistant promt of, Vivaldi in G-Minor, would not leave my head. i had never heard the music before, but, being an intuitive, sort of automatic writer much of the time, i let it come, and now having heard the music, feel it was right for the poem and visa versa. At any rate, an emotional beast!
If he were to write me a love poem, would it breathe / like the quintessence of begin? Would it live as the moon to the sea – as preci…
I wrote this poem back in Dec. it is about wishing someone could be who I needed them to be…dreaming about love in its truest sense. this poem is a wish, I wished received.
I am finding that I am a little at odds with some on redbubble re certain opinions I have. I am deeply sensitive and in my upbringing was…
Back to the magic of life, / I had forgotten your beauty, / Your shimmer, your light. / Had you forgotten mine?
When we re-emerge from grief, depression or even just the business of life, we often forget how beautiful we are. When we re-connect with nature, with its’ sheer awe, I sometimes wonder if she herself has missed us, as much as we have missed her… maybe she is in awe of our beauty too! This writing is an extract taken from my new coffee table book “The Art of Inspiration” / / http://www.blurb.com/bookstore/detail/360712
I know I’m a liar who is not afraid to stab someone in the back just to make you smile.
Ours eyes; I believe mused our connection before the moment. / Walking towards you under instructions from my humanity, / I smiled at you…
We all know this moment when we meet a strangers look and we give of ourselves for that the small moment in time our love …...because that is the true essence of the human soul….to love. There are many in the world that live under the stronghold of some form of hatred, power, self seekers…...but you will find they still know what love is….even if they have forgotten what it felt like.
I LOVE my lack of coordination, my need for touch, that I can’t hear as well with my glasses off!!
reflections on who I am…despite what others see
Life stuff…
break teeth cut jagged / soon you forgot I was human at all / spot weakness / crack ! / I wore your foot / your vicious words / your hand
Number 2 the things i felt…....... Domestic violence, a dirty little secret and its very hard to escape. Society portrays DV to be something that happens to women, not men. It was definitely not something I was expecting to experience as a male. Shameful as society thinks it is to be a man and be a victim of DV, I am not the only man to experience it. In writing this, I risk people I dont even know, thinking that I am weak and less of a man than the next person on the bus! I need to say that gay men are not always faced with DV or other negative situations, I say good luck to those that have seen smooth sailing. However generally gay men are at risk of: family rejection, school beatings, ostracising by the community for misrepresenting the stronger sex, ha! / And alas, attempted and achieved suicide. Then to find your romantic ‘saviour’ to be as violent if not more so, than the enemies outside of your love relationship – you wonder if you are worth anything at all. This trilogy for me is cathartic I know, self indulgent probably, uncompromising I hope so, healing I pray so. . .
Help me! / Dramatically throw hands into air over your head,raise eyebrows. / drop hands to sides,use high pitch voice / spoken with urgency…
I attended Girl Scout Camps every summer till age 17,when I then became a consular in training to lead.Each location had a main cabin where we sang songs outside on logs that unified the campers.This is where I escaped the mundane,suppressive racism and I had a purpose,each summer I found kindred spirits and discovered many magical elements of nature.I didn’t just exist,I became alive.I became myself. This story was inspired by another red bubble artist…. / will add info
question us. / question your Self. / thoughtful contemplation and cautious cooperation may yield / True Union: / blind acceptance always neg…
...”see our colors blend…” from the collection “fruit of Dreams’
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