Graffiti

It’s all around me

everyday I walk by

your poetic pain

spray painted in vain

or it is art

thought  out

who am I to say

on my way

to my ivory tower

what is on this wall

that comes

from your colourful soul.

~Poetic Self-Portrait~

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.


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~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

Fast Cars

Somewhere in the States

exists an oasis

of fast automobiles

with shiny wheels

a private invite

if only you knew

deep in the forest

hidden from view.

~Image editing via my Pentax K-r with colour extract~

sharing with:
Imaginary Garden Monday 

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~

Forgiveness

What keeps you awake

is your soul

protecting your heartbreak

their spewing of bile

with the mask of a smile

that makes you feel 

completely unreal

try to surrender

your mind to peace

& the flood of anxiety

will cease

forgiveness

will lift that

burden of hate

& give you faith

the power to move on

to trust another soul

to someday bond.


Prompt 16 Life Lessons
MindLovesMisery


~self portrait~

Night Driving

to nowhere

to see no one

just driving

I pass by

and glance up

to

remember

another time

when

there was

 someone to see

somewhere to be

before you left me.


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~photo by me~

A Charmed Life

The jingling sound of her charms

forever takes me back in time

the dangling icons

making me wish

they were mine.

I got my wish

at the end

 of her time

too sad

for her to know

how her charms

make me think of her so.

The ghost of me....

What I once was

was what I hide

until I met you

& became your bride

Time has passed

& the ghost of me

comes alive.

another day.....

to face the light

trying to keep up

before night.

~photo taken by me~

A broken phone

Text me

FB me

Instagram

Tweet

Inane vine

How about just talking to me?

~image editing via my Pentax K-r~

Modern day.....

witch

roaming the streets of London

no one notices her
in this time
but one
remembers her
spells that
 were quite divine.

~DeniseAngela~


~self portrait~

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Verse First ~ Difficulty

C'est moi

I like to take photographs of the randomness of my life.
I like to write about it...in a photograph to poetry to prose sort of way.
I like black & white.
I like to dress like a lady.
I like the dark side of writing.
I like the 60's.
I like to sew couture.
I like fast cars.
I like the cinema.
I like to write poetry in Paris.
I like to wander the streets of London.

This is where I share..... my notes....my thoughts about a moment in time.

Travelling by car, plane & train to
London, Paris & sometimes....Portugal,
to get away from it all & lose myself
in the art of writing.

Born & raised in Vancouver, British Columbia
with French blood running through my veins this is

fragments of my creative soul...cloaked under my nom de plume.

~DeniseAngela~

~Photographs taken by me~
~White dress made by me~