The day grows warmer but my bones remain cold / When did my heart stop and I grow old?
For my grandfather who survived a further 8 years without his bonnie Dora Thank you to an admired artist Rosalie Dale / and her piece Nostalgia No 2 / The vision she created drew from me this poetry about my grandparents like a moth to a flame. / Enjoy….
I didn’t think of you for last few days / It seems memories have forgotten home / your heart have forgotten my heart’s door / *It seem…
It’s another collabration with Neil Johnson’s art “CONFLICT” / Please check out Neil’s awesome art work on RB! Thank you so much Neil* :)
Simple things remind me of you, each and every day. / I try so hard to forget your face but in my mind it stays. / A vision of you standing…
We all have a distant past….fortunately this is now part of mine.
I scream to the gates of heaven / Can you hear me, my friend..
i initially posted this as a journal over at my frozenfa gallery.. but i realised that when there’s too many journal, it’ll go missing from your profile.. and for some reason.. i don’t wish this piece to go “missing”.. So i’d like to share this piece to everyone once again. I hope it’s good enough to be posted as a writing.. It’s kinda like a lyric.. Inspired by a malay song, Di Pintu Mahligai (At the Palace’s Gate), by an old malay band, iklim. Wrote this 9 Sep 2006.. i dedicate this to a friend i’ve lost, Brown.. / / i also noticed that one of my drawing posted at Frozenfa, seems to be inspired by this piece.. Aishiteru! /
so now I’m missing me … / which is you / which is we / and can’t live because I’m not free / I’m a slave shackled to the floor of my mind …
A piece I wrote to describe how i felt towards someone …. / Give me your critique on this piece….I feel ambivalent about it…..
Come to me / In summer’s / Heat / Move the floorboards / Signs creak / Let violins / Amend my bed / If worries flood / Love treads / Turn…
As I watch TV, a couple will kiss / A tear fills my eye and it’s you that I miss
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Need your warmth / and all those conversations / we never did have / Want to call you time and again / but you’re not here……………..anymore
I fell asleep this afternoon for a couple of hours….... / and had such a beautiful dream….. / I wish the ache would go away… I miss you
Here is this dim girl, world / Here she is / Once bright with phrases that / Humored you / She rests, now, in slow turns / Of sorrow / There …
I feel you near, my love / Like promises stolen from / My palms as I shake the / Beatific residue / For it is not ok to be here / Within ju…
I feel like an endless night waiting for my sunrise / So, this is what it’s like to miss this angel of mine
Have a listen… / It’s been close to eight months since I left my old abode and moved into new dwellings. / Unfortunately, my little digital studio has been packed away in boxes for most of that time to. / Prior to all that my musical equipment was collecting dust for a coupe of years and had been severly neglected. / Well this three day weekend was put to good use as I unpacked the boxes and set everything up. / I also recorded this song which is my first home recording for more than two years. / Enjoy! :)
This is not all, love / This is not our end / We shall see more life / As the road can bend / I shall clutch your hands / You shall hold my…
The scent of failure reeks so heavily / And I think I should have tried harder / Waves have come to take you away / And your ghost still bur…
This is about someone that I haven’t heard/seen in a very long time. It was a mutual decision but I still miss that person everyday.
Your scent / hangs / off of my skin, like dreams / from a poor man’s / pocket: endless / and loud; / so loud, I want to break into a sprin…
This is a poem of the senses: scent inparticular, and how it can make a lover swoon, sweat, and make them raise their love’s left behind shirt to their closed, eye face, taking in the only remnants left of the one they had to leave behind, for whatever reason. it is a poem of longing, sense, and living in this sometimes, unforgiving earthly world. P.S-I just wrote this yesterday, so it may need a little tweeking yet, but I wanted to post it anyway. :)
I have almost left this town many times / I have packed my bags full of / Everything I see, except to leave one bit of me / On the window s…
Where does the money disappear? Where do the billions go? Thin air?
Seems sometimes I feel missing from my own world / It feels like part of me is ebbing and retreating / wanting to be gone missing / Over exposed by my own risk. / I want the ground to cover me and go on a vision quest / just to find my red dress / just to find out if it fits / my own private Idaho
When I approach your gnarled precepts.. / like webs of killer smiles / you let me g
WOW.. I WENT TO DANILO LEJARDI’S SITE .. His invitation to Interpret his work MISSED TOUCH / / was thrilling. I just so happen to have this song on as well.. Both are in the poem.. Thanks to / Des’ree, You Gotta Be..
And he flew into a pallet of his own doing / Much like the heated lights glaring / Singeing the well being of this winged creature / For sa…
Marion’s exquisite work came at a time.. / Well it is like clockwork sometimes.. to breath .. to find a way to breath when / others think they know how you breath and they do not. MOTH IN WATERCOLOR / MUSIC .. APPEARED..This song is a song I have sang with all my heart since I first heard it. When i sang jazz.. I made this mine. / I got standing ovations on this one only because I felt it to my CORE. / . / The Need To Be
this smile tells me the one thing I’ve always wanted to hear better then words ever could.
I hate this so much, i wish, i wish, i wish…
The forest trees felt like my Father / Leading me away from pain / But for the breakage of my heart / I felt it more than just the same…
from my collection A Poetess Confessed
Missing a long lost love from years ago.
Missing a long lost love from years ago.
Take the heart that bleeds for them / And squeeze it dry to the last drop / To show the love you have for them is nonstop
A piece that I wrote because I haven’t been able to see, feel, smell, taste or sense my girl lately…..I mean my woman …for she is my woman and not my girl…lol…but I just been missing that physical connection with her….. and the ending was taken from the lovely written piece by Jacqleen NO / Very nice read ….if I liked it you should like it….smilez / but I hope you enjoy ….sincerely daz
I don’t know how I can miss someone that I have not yet met. / But I do. I don’t know how I can miss seeing eyes that have never seen m…
Meeting the woman I love has been delayed – life often changes our plans without asking first. We have both asked ourselves and each other how can we miss someone that we have yet to meet? But we do.
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