Welcome to the journey into the Wyld And Untamed
It’s 3 am, a solitary figure in the warm embrace of lamplight, I listen to the persistent hum of the fan waging war against the oppressive Queensland heat.
Even the cats seek refuge on the cool bathroom tiles.
Comparison is the thief of joy.
Theodore Roosevelt
Lately I’ve been thinking about comparisonitis, perhaps it’s the full moon, or perhaps not. But what I do know is that it is indeed, the ‘thief of joy’ and in actual fact it can be quite debilitating.
Continue reading “What’s up with the Full moon energy”‘Trembling from the cold,
Samira Wyld | The Innocent
I knew I was born to be sold,
and the thought of never growing old,
Intensifies the pain
of everything I knew to be insane.’
What began as a poem, transitioned into the idea of performing a Spoken Word piece for Youtube, all written and birthed into existence at 4am this morning.
Continue reading “Finding Hope Within The Light Of Darkness Called Home”‘Tie me up like I’m surprised, Let’s roleplay, I’ll wear a disguise, I want you to park that big Mack truck right in this little garage, Make it cream, make me scream’
Cardi B
Some context behind the above quote and the following poem goes something like this.
Continue reading “Sex, Lies & Videotapes. This is not a love story”‘creeping down dark hallways,
Samira Wyld – (Porcelain Doll)
While they, who lay in bed sleeping
Never, almost hear her creeping’
Dolls have been the subject of fascination and obsession throughout the centuries. Little girls obsess over playing dress up, or taking care of them as they might when they grow up and become a mother. Is this culture of dolls a part of the priming process of how or what young girls are expected to do when they grow up?
It’s an interesting subject which I might go into in another post, but for now, I will focus on the fascination and/or obsession with dolls, particularly in Hollywood.
Dolls are everything from spectacularly beautiful, stick thin obsessive and unrealistic portrayals of young women such as the Barbie, or the subject of something spooky and scary. The horror stories that feature child ghosts in hallways holding a bedraggled teddy bear or a doll.
Continue reading “Dolls… are they a fascination, or an obsession?”
