Creative Writing, Moi, Poetry, The Fine Line

When the Change Comes

I reach up and out into the darkness, the nothingness and I pull it toward me.

I am laid out on my back and then it’s 9’oclock in the morning.

The nothingness, I grip tight in the palm of my fists,

I kiss it, my fists; I make a wish. A wish I will share with the rest of the world

Because I pull it onto my face and it becomes my glow. 

I will not try to hide it, not try to subdue. 

Nothingness it may be, but it is newfound life to me. 

And although they may say it’s another craze, another episode,

I will take my nothingness, my newfound life, my glow 

And to all of the world I will let it showshowshow.

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Moi, The Fine Line

Postcards from Morocco – I

My Love,

Oh, my love, as I drive through the hills erect upon the body of Morocco I think of you. I love you but I do not remember. You once sang and danced in my mind’s eye, ever present and so very vivid. Now you fade.

I stare out through the window and pass a rock, a tree, a goat and but a moment later I cannot remember the goat or the tree or the rock, for the image of a hawk has pushed it out of memory. The skinny horse replaces the hawk. The panoramic views, offered by the driver, pushes out the memory of the skinny horse. And so the cycle continues until everything is forgoten.

I see a twinkle of your eye and I swoon. Then I question myself; is that the way it twinkled? I forget to answer when an image, long passed, enters my mind – that smile. The one that had gripped my tendons even before your “hello”. The sound of your voice in my imagination makes me sick. Badoom Badoom goes the palpitations of my heart. I cannot really remember. I really cannot remember.

I sit back and let the wind wash over me. It’s soft against my skin. I kick my slippers off and breath. I am really here, speeding through sandy golden hills which are further baking in the sun. The road is bumpy so I cannot fall asleep although the drive is long. But why should I want to sleep? I have dreamed for a year to be where I am now; and there is no more need for sleep or dreams – not for the moment. I think back and then I think forward – whatever. The car slows and the guards wave us by, which confuses the driver but he continues to drive, slowly to be sure. “But they always stop,” he says and shrugs.

Because I cannot remember, anxiety spikes. The twinkle, the smile, that voice, all inauthentic; replicas. They are not apart of you. My love. They are imitations of memories of you and nothing more. Can I love you so? But it is not you any longer. I loved you because I cannot remember. You’ve faded.

C

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Moi, Momentary, The Fine Line

En mí y en ti.

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When two souls meet and then they collide
It is symbolic, they’ve realised;
One soul sees the other in their inside,
The universe had conspired to bring life
To a moment that might have died,
Faded in the memory.

You can tell when this occurs, you can see it in the skies.
The universe always stirs
The colours the moment desires.

But only after the lights in the sky,
The Big Dipper, The Questionmark, The Kite,
Has burned the moment and memory into

The night

Unfolds like layers of music, Harmonious and Melodious
That’s the name of these two
Who recognised them selves
En mí y en ti.

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Question Time with CJz

Where were you born? London – England

What did you want to be when you were young? Scientist – I wanted to do so many things, but then I realised they were unethical :S

What are you currently listening to? My Boyfriend on the phone

What will you be doing the this summer? Working, to save for my final year at uni

What is your favourite movie? Anastasia, I love that Russian babe

If you were an animal, what animal would you be? A dog in the UK because they are well loved!

In a movie about your life, who would play you? Myself

Who is your favourite Super hero? Spiderman

What is your favourite ice cream flavour? Strawberry and Cream – has to be haagen dasz

 

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