A self portrait

Her bright blue eyes stare into mine,
They pierce my soul with their intensity,
They are a window into her mind,
An often brilliant place, where dreams do come true,
But not always, sometimes darkness fills her mind,
A darkness that extinguishes all beauty, all light,
A blanket of blackness and negativity take over,
Blackness that cannot be easily pushed aside or lightened.
Her eyes are the most beautiful, sunny day,
There's not a cloud in the sky,
Her eyes portray a life she wished she had,
A life and a happiness that is not a lie.

This is why you're fat

Things I regret:

The chocolate after every meal,
The wine I thought would help me heal.
The ice creams on every hot day,
And sometimes even the cold couldn’t keep me away.
The chippies I ate while lying on the couch,
And the lollies I kept in my bag in a pouch.
The times I didn’t get up and dance,
The pizza I ate without a second glance.
The cake I ate on the day of my birth,
And at other times, increased my girth.
The times I turned down a walk,
In the mirror I can’t help but gawk.

Now I know why my pants don’t fit,
No more luxuries I’ll permit.

The Election Blues

It’s been a week since they voted you back into power,
I’m so angry and sad, in the corner I cower,
The majority of our country can’t see the real you,
So now you can do all the evil you want to do,
Your supporters are horrible they boo and jeer,
For your opponents, it’s rude and really not fair,
This whole situation sends me into fits of rage,
But there’s nothing I can do, our country feels like a cage,
Next time will be different; we can’t give up hope,
It’s only three more years that we must cope.

The Child Speaks

Author's note: Child abuse in New Zealand is rampant. It's horrific and it's sad. For some reason, parents in this country are so angry and no one's really sure why or how to stop it. This poem is based on this story but it's not the first and it's not the last.


It was hot, the sun was shining, the day I took my final breath.

Kids were running around the neighbourhood, screaming with joy,
But I wasn’t screaming with joy.

I was a good, happy child, I could do no harm,
But they could never see that.

They threatened me and I got scared,
I had an accident.

They were furious,
They hit me again and again and again.

I screamed as loud as I could,
Hoping someone would come, someone would save me,
But they didn’t.

I wished I could go back to the people who loved me,
I didn’t understand what I did to make these people so mad.

Now it’s too late,
The sun was shining the day my parents killed me.

The Dream

We lie naked in each other’s arms,
Lazy Sunday’s in bed together are quality time,
We read Postsecret,
Then I make breakfast.
I want to share my secrets with you,
Every single one, things I’ve never told anyone.
I can depend on you,
Trust you more than I’ve ever trusted someone.
At night, we cuddle on the couch and watch films,
Til you fall asleep in my arms, or I in yours.
Together we walk hand in hand along the beach,
Or down the road,
Or while we drive from one end of the country to the other.
My hand and my life feel empty when you’re not around,
My heart physically hurts for you,
The love is so deep, so strong,
When I find you, I’ll never let you go,
It’s forever and for always.

Intoxication

Author's note: Like the last post, this post is also fairly graphic, maybe worse. I'm not sure I'm completely happy with it though, it doesn't quite reflect my feelings accurately yet but it'll need some more thought to correct it but I'm generally happy enough to post it. It is also about a different person than the last one.

She is intoxicating,
The scent of her sweet, fruity perfume fills my nostrils,
She fills my mind and drives me crazy.
In her arms I feel safe, she comforts me.
The feel of her soft, bare flesh on mine makes me moan in ecstasy,
My hands explore her body,
It is a foreign land, of the most beautiful kind.
Lips roam and search all parts of her,
I breathe her in and commit her to memory.

Lessons from the dancefloor

Author's note: This poem is kind of graphic or intimate or personal or something so you have been warned. I guess you're used to reading that kind of thing from me by now though.
It is a rough draft of the poem but also the final version. I wrote it while I was out and didn't change it so it's raw so may not be perfect but I like the way it works.
I'm sorry I haven't written an actual blog in months, I haven't felt the need but I have been writing SO much poetry, it's been awesome. Maybe I've just changed my writing style, blogging isn't doing it for me but I can't stop writing poems. Thinking about releasing a book sometime soon.
Here goes:

Twirling and swirling around the dance-floor and my mind,
She moves like a woman half her size,
Dancing with every girl but me.
She's big but beautiful,
I watch her ass shake through her skirt,
It leaves me breathless.
Drink in one hand, camera in the other,
Cigarette hanging out her mouth, she's all class.
Massive breasts roll like waves on water,
Tattooed legs dance in rhythm with the music,
She turns me on more with every move.
Oh, fat bottomed girls,
You truly do make my rockin' world go 'round.