Biography

I never knew I was a poet until the first poem I wrote was read out loud. What I feel has to come out. I can't keep it in any longer.

Samples

The scent of your hair The texture of your shirt The taste of your kiss The weight of your head On my shoulder The rhythm of your breathing The vibration of your voice The comfort of your eyes The pull in your hug The I can't in the turn of your Head The sincerity in every Morning hello And yet The wait The yearn The at Bay The magniticism The words unsaid that are Utterly understood The," I'm not ready" The ,"You're not ready" The exchange of Passion hidden Within bars, notes Be they quarter, eighths Or whole The "banter" on The screen That unleashes Unseen smiles That speak volumes. Will l ever know That smell again? Will I ever taste your Kiss and you Trust me to Know that it Stays right There? Will I hear your heart Beat again Because you Allowed yourself To let it beat When near me? Will I feel You release the Weight of "The God Damn Fools" That opened The gift, Failed to read The directions, And operated According to Their own Selfish, apathetic, Inhumane ideas? Will I ever be able To invite you Into my honesty, My sincerity, My genuineness, My protection, My way of love, When you look Into my eyes? Will my arms Be allowed to Converse with A warmth that utters Safety, comfort, Old-fashioned Morality? Will l be able To remove The magniticism And allow you To move forward And simply touch Me and literally Feel your Heart heal? My soul Wants my Flesh to Experience What it has Already seen... What it has already Felt... What it already Has experienced.

All poems are copyright of the originating author. Permission must be obtained before using or performing others' poems.

Blog entries by Cassandra Walker

Sabotage (13/04/2018)

Unravel (13/04/2018)

Young Folk (06/04/2018)

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