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Spiritual Anima
human nature and
sympathetic sensitivity
parasitic
thought forms and will
manifest in woman and child
more so
than the inward hatred from a negative mentality
Saturday 20th July 2024 8:01 pm
Déjà vu & Phantasmagoria
— Recurring
crime seen in your eyes,
reflecting - eyelids
singed… deep, froze
and framed with pain
the negatives
of a photographic memory,
an outlook not unlike,
questioning, asking myself
what have I done?
what am I doing with my life?
what could I have done different?
Saturday 20th July 2024 7:59 pm
11:11
In the first second
infinite sensory overload
will begin, download it
and then this
thought process …
it is up to you to utilize
the central nervous system’s data
our own eye of the storm
strike like
lightning …
fast reflexes at the hands
of centered command
Thursday 4th July 2024 8:44 pm
one day i'll be a star
told you about all my hopes and dreams
I wanna be a writer and teacher,
the only things I feel like i'd be good at
you ask to see my work and I refuse to show you
a few months later I joke about how funny I am
you say I should become a comedian
to be honest I've thought about it
why not dump all my trauma onto people and merely laugh it off?
after we broke up I t...
Wednesday 3rd April 2024 1:16 pm
the Good Book
generational forefathers
bore thine
fruits of their labor,
to an heiress
Oh, the burden
given to this poor mistook child.
the Fall of man—after death
40 days and 40 nights,
If we were to predate the Gregorian calendar
… spring too,
life—before Christ—dark
and light archangels
would earn their halos
from Helios through
sun worship,
during the 7 Days of Creation,
summer was mad...
Wednesday 14th February 2024 8:20 am
Everything
So what do I like most about you
Impossible to know where to begin!
Your eyes, your touch, your joyous grin
Your Golden hair, your poor red chin?
The poet, the dreamer, the lover, the girl
The horse back hero, the Tinker Bell
The ducker, the diver, the girl with the plan
The believer in miracles, the Liverpool fan?
The swimmer, the fighter, the joker
The mover, the scous...
Wednesday 15th November 2023 5:49 pm
A Night Walk
I look up at the stars at night,
It's quiet and so dark.
There's one that shines so very bright,
I wander to the park.
A bright and beautiful shooting star,
A cluster of twinkling lights.
I wonder if I could travel so far,
Or climb such great heights.
For I do want to see them all,
To marvel in their beauty.
Vast expanses I feel so small,
Milky Way like the blue se...
Tuesday 14th November 2023 12:32 am
A dramatic monologue from a Submarine Captain
I'm in this long metal tube, alone in the deep.
Searching for something, but I can't really see.
I hear a noise, it sounds like a scream.
I gaze out the window, a Siren I spot.
She points to the hatch, I know that I shouldn't.
But her song is so beautiful, she entrances me.
I reach for the latch, I'm twisting the bar.
Shes nodding her head, she's captivating me.
I can't sto...
Sunday 12th November 2023 6:28 pm
May 17, 2019; 11:21pm
I find myself wanting to call you
A lot more often than I should
Considering the fact that I ended it
I miss you dearly
Sunday 12th February 2023 8:12 pm
girl like me
a girl like me will meet a boy she loves and instead of loving them,
she will think only of the words she will use to describe them,
when she writes a poem that night.
i am not ashamed of my soul that i bear whenever i open it.
a girl like me will write about every person she encounters,
and hope that for some reason they stumble upon it,
and spend the rest of their life wonderi...
Monday 26th December 2022 1:39 pm
bird watching
gracefully i perch on the edge of the bus seat,
so as to convey my feminine, my eyelashes.
each time the doors open my posture rushes to fix itself,
my fringe blown out by my hands running through it.
when i'm most worn out,
on the days when the world is dragging its feet,
when my joints tingle with pins and needles.
to look pretty on the edge of a bus seat is a fufillin...
Saturday 2nd July 2022 10:10 pm
parties are the end of the world.
ive been invited to a party this saturday.
i think i will go,
i think i will get as drunk as i can.
to feel the painful crushing weight of the sunday hangover.
im going to act as if i am in a french film.
i will tell each person a different lie,
tell them something i've made up about myself.
these people dont know me.
dont know me at all.
but whats more lik...
Thursday 2nd June 2022 11:09 pm
star shaped stickers
when i see the girls who match my soft body,
when i see them wear the skirts, the tshirts, you know the ones.
well when i see them, i feel as though i must reach through to the other side
of the screen that seperates and give them a star shaped sticker.
the stickers that, while they got their flowers, we coveted on our walls.
it's awkwardly awkward trying to explain this to anothe...
Sunday 29th May 2022 11:06 pm
TEENAGE GIRLS
who wants the teenage girl
sitting on her rustled bedsheets.
stained tshirt, stained tear tracks.
smiling, cooing and ooing at the people on the tv.
blushing when he kisses the girl she wants to be.
or when she sits alone in the cinema, grinning.
toothy smiles, outrageous laughs
too loud even for the rest.
seeing the best film in the world.
then another best film in the world.
co...
Saturday 28th May 2022 10:34 pm
Typos
I read her mind
she's like a book
no chapter worth a second look
my life-sentence
jailed on a page
brackets bar this printed cage
her musings pour
bound by rude glue
she rarely takes you anywhere new
she intends to
edit me out
I'm two two-dimensional; I cannot shout
other fellows
fill the pages
to supplement her bulging wages
li...
Tuesday 7th September 2021 10:42 am
ARTHUR
Strong as a bear
You guide me
Never write alone as I write
There's a presence besides me
Helping me to be the best to express emotions deep inside me
I didn't believe in myself the way I do now
I didn't know you then as well as I do now
Your girls they miss you
I let them know you are around
The signs you leave me
The king you are crowned
Me I am the lucky...
Friday 20th August 2021 1:58 am
The One
People haven’t always
been there for me,
but the muse always has.
Lighting my path,
healing heartbreak,
the one making life fun.
Makes sure suffering is not in vain,
dances with me in the rain,
stays beside me come what may.
I return the favor by making
my muse’s words known.
Spreading love as we go.
Sunday 26th July 2020 10:29 pm
COMPARISON
You compare yourself with me,
You tell the world I am wrong.
When you were the one who cheated since day 1,
And I was the who stayed loyal even when I had reasons not to be one.
I loved you unintentionally ,
You betrayed me all intentionally.
I healed you,
You broke me.
I heard you out,
You neglected me.
I stood by your side,
You left m...
Sunday 14th June 2020 7:40 am
Death May Be The King Of Terrors
Death May Be The King Of Terrors
Each brush stroke of a word painter
Smeared bloody crimson red
Seen through eyes that recognise
The things that can’t be touched
Behind accumulated layers of gore
Where shadows are the surface
What is felt is hidden behind
What is seen
So your mind fills in the gaps
gives corporeality to the phantom
even as the scalpel ni...
Tuesday 14th April 2020 2:16 pm
Embers
I want to tell you how incredibly
imaginative, creative, talented
I think you are with your poetry,
writing, music, art...
but I hesitate to expose our
eggshell-covered egos,
fuel rejection,
ignite impostor syndrome...
all live wires
that threaten to electrocute
our fragile muse
into submission
of a numbed,
comfort-zone life.
So, instead of shouting
...Wednesday 5th February 2020 3:15 am
Baltimore
Baltimore.
Burned out, hidden from the crowds inside of stranger's minds,
there are things to be found
in a time after time...after time.
But look,
not always you can read the last memories
inside of the universe book,
you always share what it takes
but now it gets more than you took.
No, stranger!
Nothing left to be undermined,
simple, eternal, contagious,
chasing ashes from those emp...
Friday 16th August 2019 5:33 pm
...Even Then, We Are Happy...
First, from nothing scarce.
From the significance in first tormenting light after leaving the dark.
I wanted to mention how love saved certain severances...The blood and clay…soul molded and punctured body of constellations…
How we break free.
How my star falls tonight.
Into the root. Into the wind to feel the soil again. Like his hands wavering the beginnings of sun and s...
Thursday 18th July 2019 6:52 pm
...Die And Live With Me...
Dark birds hover around the wounds of the mystic. They are thirsty.
I am forrayed emitting light. Swashbuckling my shadow. Descending. Invisible ethereal mist...
The fog attributed to the charm of strangers. Colors harbor the noisy cloud of confessionals.
I feel the foam of ruins. Mirrors with cracked edges. Silhouettes...
Doors sunken within eyes. Sunny shoveled graves. Hollowed out e...
Monday 1st July 2019 11:11 pm
...We Are Us Jose...
I want to confess that the last minute is the bell tapered within his hands.
That single gesture of ominous struggle to wring out hazards and corridors. Rusted knobs like knuckles.
Eyelash fringe of frosted root. Cold clemency. Integrous beasts. We are jailed flutter. Inside. Within…
We free one another together.
I search for the maze of divine intervention and wings.
He i...
Monday 1st July 2019 10:30 pm
...This Is Man...
They frame me in the milestones. Something like an unkempt garden. I am half naked in blizzards of truth. Temperamental hands unclothe me...
Uprooted.
Because you love me whispers from adversaries blow at our threads. The nature of their beasts forget the importance of their Mothers...Of women. Umbilical iridescence floats away. Kites like thoughts lose strings...
I promise...
Monday 1st July 2019 10:24 pm
Ghost writer
A shadow drawing across my notebook
a guiding hand for my uncertain pen
another mind thinking my thoughts
the ghost writer begins to take over.
Words from a different realm
sentences flowing from beyond
aiding me with my creative void
the ghost writer is taking over.
Holding my unsteady hand
boldly streams of words do flow
happy am I with my expressive frien...
Sunday 17th February 2019 2:14 pm
Echoes
Echoes,
echoes in the dark chasing us away..
chasing us..
away.
Echoes,
echoes.. are still down there,
..there they are trying to hear our call,
call them to come around we are almost free, almost there,
almost there..
..fallen angels on the ground..
on the ground..
broken needle in a hay ..
in a hay.
Echoes,
echoes .. forever and before,
..before we weren't the same in their e...
Sunday 20th January 2019 9:04 pm
Naked Souls
Poetry is a
refuge for
a lonely life
the antidote
for pain
and strife
warm words
blanketing
a frigid night
tonic for thirsty sailors
drowning in an ocean
from which we cannot drink
To our deserted island we go
while the world
casts us loners,
introverts, quiet
weird, crazy...
Let them judge
as they wine and dine
in crowded rooms
on cell patrol
while w...
Wednesday 2nd January 2019 3:18 am
You are not a writer... yet.
You’re not a writer yet,
until your work is more than just some poems.
You’re not a writer yet,
so don’t forget you must keeping going.
You’re not a writer yet
because you ‘might’ by the writing bug have been bitten.
You’re not a writer yet,
if getting it right, means more than getting it written.
Tuesday 4th September 2018 10:39 am
Candlelit Cigarette
All these new things,
Happening.
Time passes through me like a breeze -
But the hours feel like eternity.
These cigarettes hurt me,
But I can still breathe -
My heart skipping beats -
Occasionally.
Friday 22nd September 2017 9:19 pm
I had that dream again...
I had that dream again...
You and me dancing on some random beach.
I felt your hands on my thighs,
moving me gently with your warm eyes.
You were looking at me like if it was the first time,
the first time of holding me with your warm hands.
I remember it clearly now.
My head was resting on your chest,
I know you were smelling my hair and
playing with it just like y...
Thursday 24th August 2017 3:31 am
There was once a man.
There was once a man,
charming in the flesh
He fell in love with a woman,
who he described her as a universe with the brightest stars.
She was his dream,
a dream that came close with his reality.
There was once a man,
bewitched with all.
He dare not speak,
for not to ruin all.
He cared for his beloved,
as if she was the heart of it all.
Until he met his dem...
Saturday 15th July 2017 1:30 am
Don't use a sword for a word
True to
The saying
“The pen is mightier
Than the sword”
To your enemies
Deep-cutting and
Mask-divesting
Were every of
Your acerbic satire, also
Bitter-truth packed word.
“To ignore
His pen we ill afford
Nor could we
Fight him back
Word for word.
So covertly
Let us
Strike him down
With a sword
About his whereabouts
Effacing a word!” they said
Forgetting
As a writer Baalu
W...
Monday 12th June 2017 1:25 pm
A garden inside of me
There's a garden inside of me.
It grows through my lungs
with roses and daisies.
It grows with my soul when it's touch by another.
Though it rains, though time it collapses
It's still there, growing roses and daisies.
With warmth and kindness, it's always there,
though storms pass and go.
It will always be there, my garden inside of me.
With the roses and daisies of my life within me.
Sunday 4th June 2017 4:50 pm
Modesty
relax,
now start breathing,
everything around is around for the same reason.
Catastrophe, catastrophe its all the same feeling
i'm too old to move on, i'm too old to keep dreaming.
When to move on is to grow and to grow is not leaving,
in a promise land we grow, and speak of the same reason
we speak of heaven and hell like they're not the same demon.
Well to move...
Monday 15th May 2017 3:45 am
'Realisations' - available to buy now!
Hi all,
I have just released my third ebook 'Realisations' - a year after my debut ebook 'Open to interpretation' and it's subsequent second edition. It is available to buy now on Lulu via this link: http://www.lulu.com/shop/christian-reeve/realisations/ebook/product-22865142.html
A brief preview is available for all three of my books on the website itself. Please buy a copy now and support ...
Tuesday 20th September 2016 10:49 am
I Am not a Great Writer
I am not a great writer
But in my writing I can be great.
You only go around once
in this life.
In my writing I have visited
Haunted houses, been greeted
by my long gone Father, and
even been to space.
I am not a great writer,
but my Family supports
and encourages me.
So, Yes I am a great...
Saturday 4th April 2015 8:12 pm
Through an arthurs words a beauty is seen
Despite the never ending wonders
and the darkness it brings.
Life and nature itslef
brings a beauty so rare
that makes moments in life so specail.
And if we take a moment to stop
and really see with our eyes
we'll find something so breathtaking
that no play on words could even describe
the beauty that you and I seek.
That only a writer
could capture natures beauty
and just one wron...
Friday 24th October 2014 4:49 am
Everyone's a writer these days...
Everyone's a writer
These days
Poet, playwright, scripted scrawler
5am, cigarette, red wine bawler
Everyone's a writer
These days
It's the craze or just a phase
I don't know
But it seems knee deep in the linen of our lives
And the answer to any creative
without a clue
who doesn't know what to do
Or who rides the wave
in a depndent haze
of the ones who script our days
when they ha...
Tuesday 8th July 2014 2:10 pm
The Trade Name
The Trade Name.
When the green fairy
kisses my lips
with sweet anise,
I take the grand wormwood path
just for jolly, wouldn’t you?
Cachous,
to mask her breath
of juniper.
A road
to mothers ruin.
The gas-lit fog
cloaks the backstreet
opiate dens,
where wretched
addicts lie.
Pastry faced women,
lifting ski...
Monday 11th March 2013 2:37 pm
FADE
FADE
I fade away to nothing because you're not here. I know you exist. You're my contemporary who achieved great things. My twin flame. I want to steal you from your boyfriend by winning your heart and seducing you with my poetry. I know your language and will capture you, no matter what karma. Naomi stole David and they built something together. Trish and I will do the same. Her song...
Thursday 2nd February 2012 3:50 am
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