A lucid dream, Sordid I now see, A calculated calibration, Mistaken sedation, The soul laid bare, Yours, if only you cared. Memories treasured in time, As you rewrite what’s mine, Exploitation, personified. A new summer’s day, falsified, Pea smoke fog mystifies, Programmed, I stay hypnotised. Rewired, who am I? Copyright © 2024 by Antonia Dale
Those three words. Overused yet undersubscribed. You say you love, but how can one know if you actually feel it and most of all, mean it? Dates, popcorn, movies, sharing a moment you can’t explain. Yes, that’s cliché, I have the t-shirt. But it's not original. The outlined tried-and-tested script. Indoctrination even, as we’re all [...]
Welcome. I feel like I know you, but we’ve never crossed paths. Something captures us: talent, entertainment, curiosity. Are potential abusers monetising at our expense by manipulating an audience? *All opinions are my own* Recently, I came across the Ruby Franke case. I don’t think I had heard of it until this week or so, [...]
Money is the root of all evil. Or does the evil already exist within you? Money, comes and goes. It’s a product we figuratively translate into meaning, purpose and fundamentally, worth. The concept helps categorise, compare whilst also having the power to cause conflict. But as Bob Dylan says, 'Money doesn’t talk, it swears'. As [...]
Serenity, tranquility and peace. No onlookers, judgement and the only place on earth you can shut out the world. If home doesn’t feel as described, maybe it’s time to question - why? Apartment, house, barn, a specific location or caravan even - the layout has no bearing on what makes you feel at home. I’m [...]
