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must be original unpublished & not on any blogs.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!

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~

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

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

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~
~

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~

Fortnight

A hallway

dark like black

the click

of my heels

echoes

the emptiness

that your back.


~self portrait~

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~

Repose

Waking from my dream

desperately seeking

to go back

to find the moments

of pure ecstasy

flying as me

above in the sky

where I’m destined to be

slowly becoming

a vague memory.


Poets United

~my iPhone photo in Vancouver~

~a dream I had last night~

End of Summer

I’m one

with the sun

these last

couple of weeks

the last of

stifling heat

I wish would

forever keep

I pack my bag

well aware

when the

cool night air

whispers

summer’s fading

it’s like

 a lost love affair.

~self portrait~

Mermaid

Across the sea

beyond the concrete wall

is where I want to be

swimming like a mermaid

I would so have it made

not be real

just for a day.

~self portrait~

~maxi dress made by me~

Boyfriends Bike

Remember me?

we were kids really

your sly smile

with wicked blue eyes

bike riding to my house
excited with your news
of baseball training camp

holding my hand

a brush of a kiss

across my cheek bone

whilst saying goodbye

just a summer apart

you say…..

not knowing

my childhood love

for you

would forever depart.

~image via~

at dawn

When sleep evades me

a design

for a new dress is made

carefully sewn

ready for

when I leave home.

I start my

little white car

acceleration

always a rush

the sun

I barely feel

as I drift

towards the sea

From a water of blueness

I feel the crystal white sand

the heat of the sun

the powerful waves

crashing down

enticing me

to the dark caves

where I might find

another soul

who calls

this paradise home.

~self portrait~

~beach cover up & fringe bag made by me~

~images by me~

inspired by 

Poets United

my obsessions

sewing, driving, the beach

Butterfly in Black

Flying at night

no one can see

their beauty

but me

flying in threes

how they used to be

now just a painted memory.

Stillness.Silence.Solitude
 

photo taken with my iPhone.

Leaving London

Before the rain

the sun drenched this town

not likely this time of year

wandering around in my royal gown

tasting London beer

meeting folks

disguised as blokes

my castle so high

must flee

if only for awhile.

~self portrait~

Summer for 2

Hot blazing sun

waking up

to another scorching day

it seems it will never rain

whispers she

revel in the moments

of remoteness

says he.

~photo by me~