Poetry – A Wyld And Untamed Production

When fever strikes in the middle of a heatwave

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.

how to recover from a bad day

‘the tears of sorrow get lost in the morrow’
Samira Wyld

My face is red, 
and marred, 
and scarred with the tracks of tears,
that line my cheeks, 
looking like a ruddied mess.

Okay, enough of the poetry already. I often express my feelings through poetry or music because it’s easier, it’s like I don’t have to go into the details of the what is, just spill it out in rhymes leaving you to relate in your own unique way with what resonates with you.

Today, I experienced a significant challenge that left me feeling stressed, anxious, and upset about the future of our connection. I firmly believe in fostering a true connection, and that means sharing not just the highlights but also the lows. I’m not a fan of toxic positivity, and because you guys mean the world to me, I’ll give you a brief rundown of what happened today.

What’s up with the Full moon energy

Comparison is the thief of joy.
Theodore Roosevelt

Composite photograph from a total eclipse of the moon over Titusville, Fla., on Feb. 20, 2008.

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.

Finding Hope Within The Light Of Darkness Called Home

‘Trembling from the cold,
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.’
Samira Wyld | The Innocent

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.

Sex, Lies & Videotapes. This is not a love story

‘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.