It's Been Awhile...

Wow, it has been a really long time since my last post. A lot happened in that year. I moved back home from Australia to Canada and began a new venture into acting, taking a full-time program that finishes this May. I have continued to be inspired but also lazy with my writing of them.

I am finding this month particularly difficult with finding any kind of motivation and have been trying to begin a process of removing negative or un-wanted reminders from my life (things from the past and my recent breakup). This afternoon I was rumaging through the mess that is my bedside drawer. This is where I keep all my "spiritual" things: journal, Tibetan prayer beads, tarot cards, dream diary's, stones reflecting my star sign, vibrators... in my journals I found some poems that I'd written amongst financial planning for the year 2011 that I thought I'd just share so I'd have them all in one place. I have written hundred's of poems in my life, when I was in high school that was my main focus, however, have since stopped producing quality work. But heck, I don't care and these are 3 years old so I feel that is an excuse in it's own way. These aren't very good but they remind me of what it felt like being 21, so self-involved.

Enjoy! Will post an entry soon. Thank you very much to the few people that read my blog, I truly appreciate it.



#1.
The dark sea envelopes me
Its' cold, its' depths
It's waves; cinematic scenes
Whitecaps tearing over my flesh
As I duck under
Rising to the light like beyond
A hallowing murky grave
With ripples that will go on forever
Even after I'm gone
I've rose above the waves



 #2.
You are the stranger, I am the strange
Less open to letting you in on my heart
The words that come out of my mouth
I can't open it now, I don't want you to think
Anything I've said is some kind of genius
Maybe you don't care, you just want to take my clothes off
And that is perfectly fine


 #3.
I smoked in Paris, to play on the romanticism
To tell you the truth, I think it is exotic
In an old-fashioned-50's kind of way
Like a little black dress, red lipstick and martini
Fair skin, smooth hair, the scent of Chanel
But I don't like gin.
But I love cigarettes, though the smokey taste
Leaves me sick for days.


#4. 
I crossed paths with a sheepish looking child
Eyes grey, dressed in an overcoat
Scent of spring flowers
And hair like stalks of hay
She turned a pink cheek towards me
Smiled a toothless smile
With her tongue lodged at the tip of her gums
And, with playfulness, touched my hand
Hers soft against my cracking
Similar to my leathed-coated tote