Dayness

like waking up from a year long dream

lost but not gone

the same but different

swimming in the deep

never knowing 

how far you can go

until life makes it so

like the suns shone

forever

now you can let it go.

~DeniseAngela~

Nothingness......

66 poetic thoughts

left on scattered papers

left to linger

just like my mind

thoughts on a memo pad

left behind

556 photographs

left in a camera

somewhere in time

remembering Paris

where it all began

that night

I was finally alone

writing wretchedness

from passionate times

my notes

penned

from nothingness.

~

celebrating 1 year of writing
thanks for all your comments
& thoughts!

Drive away

drive far away

dont look back

whats behind is gone

we made a pack

to move on

don’t look back

one last take

before it all breaks.



**found this roll of film that I had forgotton about.

A taste of desire

For a moment

strangers on the terrace

gather 
of a unwanted

desire 
by most

a strike of a match

a look where eyes lock

a whisper that sends shivers

the scent of you

that overwhelms

your cool breath

as you lean in

to light

my cigarette

inhale

the toxic

exhale 

taste of desire.

~

Midnight Poet

Photo via tumblr

Absence of M.M.

Absence of M.M.

Days that spiral into darkness

nights that tick by to the first light

weeks past

not a moments thought

captured on film

just the frivolous selfies

trying to make light

of a life passing by

with nothing to write

forbidden to write.

Note:  The last couple of months 

I have been writing a 

poetry collection & a novella 

for a local literacy contest

 so all my writings

must be original unpublished & not on any blogs.

Like most stuff I do, I totally evolved myself in this.

Now that I am almost done I might not even submit.

I know….crazy? 

do I even know what I am doing?….uuh not really!

 I am someone who takes photo’s & writes about it.

Scared? 

 Damm right, what genre am I in?  

uuh......Free Verse? Dark Poetry? Romance?

Or maybe I just like to write

for me

for now.

Blackberry Pic

P.S

thanks for emails

& 

birthday wishes

&

yes I was born on the 

last day of February

Pisces baby!

Escape to Bleu Mountain

gif maker

High in mountains

narrow trails

an escape

exhilarating

heart pounding

speed

the thrill
adrenaline flows

the snowbank

stuck

sinking

reverse

forward

reverse

up & over

again.


Welcoming 2014 with family, 
friends, home cooked meals,
fine wine, a roaring fire
at a mountainside cabin
& a little extreme sports.

I want to wish my new poet 
& writer blog friends a very
Happy New Year! 
I have so enjoyed your poems
& writings these past few months.
After a 20 year hiatus from writing,
you are definitely an inspiration.
I truly look forward to reading
what you have penned this year!

Snow of White

As I take flight

in late night

to seek my White Knight

a glitter of light
in the darkness of white
a moment before twilight

your lips
blood red
not quite white
the coldness bites

wish as I might
our kiss
lasts forever

like last night.

~DeniseAngela~

Poets United

~Midnight Poet~

~dress iMade~

I'm a little social.......

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Snowflakes......

upon my wake
makes me smile

drifting down
if only for awhile
on this town

white like diamonds

tear drops of rain

frozen 
like my heart

makes a snowflake

sparkle

vanishing

on my black dress

like jets in the night.

~DeniseAngela~


Poets United

2nd hand bookstore

In the midst of this holiday season, 

I went to one of my fave used bookstore & found a couple of poetry books!

Considering the Poetry section at most new book stores are pathetic, I was happy

to find these two......Vancouver Poetry & Mondo Barbie.   

I also found a vintage 1950's Polly French, Surprising Stranger 

& Pandora by Ann Rice,

For a bonus.... & maybe a little inspiration to finish my novel,

a book about a writers Retreat in Italy, 

Summer School.  

So whilst everyone has last minute shopping, I will

curl up with a book & be lost for a little while.

~DeniseAngela~

Modern Day Witch

casting light upon darkness

like a first romance

mesmerizing

with her eyes

her touch

makes you shiver with cold

vanish says your soul

but your mind is clouded

to let her go

so caught up

in her spell

like sparkling snow.

DeniseAngela

~

Self Portrait

First blanket of snow in Vancouver

iMade skirt, top & cape
Midnight Poet

Tic Toc

A clock

the wind up kind

that woke me

with a shrill of bells

tic toc

since I was 7

gifted to me by my Nanny

that was pure heaven

A clock

that Mother gave away

when I left home to college

a sadness I kept at bay

A clock

that I spot

as I walk

into a vintage boutique

5000 miles away

in Paris

my childhood clock

that has returned

home

with me.

~DeniseAngela~

Only at Night

You come to me

only at night

for that time

it feels so real

this glass apartment

high in the sky

with wrap around balcony

we walk hand in hand

your kiss

the summer scent of you

I most miss

as we talk

daylight breaks

your fading

screaming at me

to close my eyes

to wait for darkness

you’ll be back

I awake 

alone 
in the apartment.

~DeniseAngela~

~
my lucid dreams
Poets United

Midnight Poet

~photo via mls Prague~
~

The Mask

to disguise the most

looking for you

that makes me fear

you were never real

in my mind

this is past time

I am so close

to finally meeting

my ghost.

~DeniseAngela~

~for Poets United 

31 words~

A Black Kiss

If we are one

then I am the dark

& you are the light

so blind to

your kisses

in the night

but I see the marks

that make others

hide on sight.

~DeniseAngela~

Midnight Poetry

Poets United

Interconnected

You & I

that’s what is now

but what if

it was supposed to be

me with another

under the sun

and you with her

your life a blur

but

 you stopped it

causing

chaos

all the while

with the smile

of a crocodile

lying in wait

knowing

the fate.

~DeniseAngela~


~Midnight Poetry~
~self portrait~

Late to the Ball

Late to the Ball

at WillowManor

for the ever so demure

Tess Kincaid

a celebration of her birth

an eerie fog has blanketed

the south coast

causing the delay

of my jet on the runway

my ball gown

of pink & black

is carefully packed

ready to dance

but alas I

arrive so late

just in time

to dance with

the ghost of my date.

Fortnight

A hallway

dark like black

the click

of my heels

echoes

the emptiness

that your back.


~self portrait~

Lucid

I woke up to skeletons

roaming around my bed.

That didn’t bother me

until I saw the one

standing still

in my ensuite,

looking back at me through

the mirror…..that is when

I felt fear.

~a dream I had last night~

sharing with:
Imaginary Garden with Real Toads

MIA

Lately I have been torn

in a million directions

going no where at all

has left me somewhat scorned

no words to say

no time to play

no photos….no way

hours into days

that I have nothing to say

my thoughts missing

so I cannot feel

what this darkness

has done to me.

~reflection photo in London~