Metaphorically Incorrect Where my soul pour metaphor into the ocean

aqui

August 18

nestle yourself 

    here

right above my chest

perhaps your mind can find the comfort 

   right here

above the melody of my heart.

August 14

luxlucisfotografias:

 The eyes of the windows, the world and the old guitar.

Through the windows

I see the world

while letting the sunlight 

pierce through my old guitar…. 

The world don’t see me they way I see it

and the sunlight don’t often come around 

so deep that even this old guitar could finally feel

the blessing of its mighty light

The old guitar sat closer to the entrance of the sunroom

and after its night life of serenading in my arms,

all it wants is to embrace the morning delight

and perhaps it could also see the world

through those big windows.

D C de Oliveira

(Source: thetypicallyunnoticedphotoblog)

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August 12

luxlucisfotografias:

Just sit and talk,

let the trees and sunlight listen

to your heart and mine

romantically chirp in harmony - D C de Oliveira

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August 05

luxlucisfotografias:

Do we think too much?

Do we see what other people see?

Do we paint red and orange just to see what other colour will appear?

Do we?

(Source: thetypicallyunnoticedphotoblog)

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July 30

I don’t want to lie between the sheets

I want to lie

like the old fashion way,

like the indigenous before the convicts arrived

like adam and eve

like you and I when the chemistry within

long to extract itself out 

releasing the fluids of our intimacy.

1 month ago | Tags: poem, poetry, creative writing, spilled ink, sextry, | 21 : Notes | Permalink | reblog
June 13

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June 13

luxlucisfotografias:

drown oneself in the arm of the nature.

(Source: thetypicallyunnoticedphotoblog)

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Forever be a part of you

May 14

A good friend of mine had asked me if I could write her a poem for her class project. The topic is about connectedness. I thought, I tried something out of my own comfort zone since I don’t really know how this feels yet. She is currently pregnant but she has no idea that I have written this poem for her class project based on her :). Well Enjoy! 

A white dove landed on the window

A mutual connection, an immediate feeling of belonging

A place of pouring love

Where a seed is

Growing, blooming, grasping into a tiny opulent entity

Your little heart beats

Embracing, holding

Into the roots of my womb

A bond only you and I could share

Your existence my child

Is a gift of love,  tranquillity,

comfort and felicity ;

this cascading ebullience,

an *Einfühlung (ainfuhlun )

only to be felt by us in unison.

*It’s an architectural term for sharing a feeling 

May 11

under the autumn tree

you left me with

unforgettable memories

3 months ago | Tags: poem, creative writing, spilled ink, rejectscorner, haiku, | 5 : Notes | Permalink | reblog
May 11

luxlucisfotografias:

HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY to all the beautiful Mothers out there!!!

(Source: thetypicallyunnoticedphotoblog)

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iWrite

May 08

I write when i miss your smile
Or when the sun forgot to set its bright light
And the sky turn so gloomy
Because the rain decided to show up instead

I write when i crave your companionship
Or when i needed some kind of
Elixir to boost the feeling of being so loved
and cared for the way i love and care for you

I write when i seek your touch
Or when the world is too harsh
For me to deal with and i can
Feel safe and not be intimidated by
Your oh so sweet, sweet embrace

I write when we just lie here
Or when you finally stop breathing so
Fast after our love affair
Witnessed not only by the moon but
By that same sun i was waiting for earlier…

3 months ago | Tags: Writing, poem, creative writing, spilledink, rejectscorner, | 9 : Notes | Permalink | reblog
May 07

I want to write

like an endless flame

that burn viciously

to warm your cold lonely nights

3 months ago | Tags: writing, poem, creative writing, spilled ink, rejectscorner, | 10 : Notes | Permalink | reblog

silk

April 13

to unbuttoned your heart

all the way down to where your toes curled up

letting the darkness feel the nakedness of our skin

and to let the silk of this sheet

entwined us,

entangled us in the smoothness of this moment.

4 months ago | Tags: poem, creative writing, spilled ink, rejectscorner, sextery, | 13 : Notes | Permalink | reblog
April 13

Silence is lurking quietly ;
Kage - 影 ( the shadow )
Became yesterday’s memory

4 months ago | Tags: haiku, poem, creative writing, spilled ink, rejectscorner, | 4 : Notes | Permalink | reblog
April 13

between the left over dews

on the old spiderweb

and the bright yellow paint

across the wild flower ;

I woke up 

with the residue of you

4 months ago | Tags: poem, creative writing, spilled ink, rejectscorner, love, | 7 : Notes | Permalink | reblog
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Female || this is me, this is where I belong.

A criminology and Criminal Justice drop-out,
(but successfully achieved an investigative services certificate)
currently trying to get an advanced diploma in Tourism (half way there),
a realist with a lot of imagination,
a writer by summer, a photographer/artist by winter,
a musician by spring,
a traveler by autumn
and another unbalanced or rather horizontally disabled soul between the four seasons.

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Me; I like wondering through the empty spaces, then talk to you like your feeling is fragile , something is right when I write about the sand or the blue lagoon, I left some memories in the hidden valley of the death. I've increased my sense of stability by learning and observing the stars when it fell and catches my eyes. I can be polite but sharp enough to stab you. And when Im closed I can be a secret itself but when I'm open, that's when you can see how wild I blossomed. So that's me! add me, befriend me, hate me, delete me, at the end of the day I don't really care, this is also one of those game we all play, so don't worry I'm playing along with ya! 



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