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Writing - 11.05.2021- Loving up until the End

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Writing - 11.05.2021- Loving up until the End

These are my birthday roses from March.   They are still in my room. I can’t seem to throw them away. I move them from corner to corner, on the window sill or even on the floor. I keep them on display, I keep them safe. I find them still so beautiful, helpless, delicately holding their pose, admiring their nature, to be roses, at every stage of their lives. Drooping slowly, slowly, and yet frozen dead- their bloom alive only as memory. I’ve drawn them, I’ve got lots of photos and I tell them, “You’re still important to me, I...

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I am a suicide survivor - 30.04.2021

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I am a suicide survivor - 30.04.2021

I am a suicide survivor. All I can share is what I learn while in the dark which comes time and time again. I know that Every day counts; Every breath counts.I also know that many of us want to be heroes but not every one wants to be saved. That helplessness is loaded with so many things. One day the war will be over, but for now, all I know is the battle that is 'Yve', the battle to find the reason to stay, to SEE the Y in all of this chaos and pathway to grace.But when I...

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Writing - Poetry - The Freedom Between my Thighs

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Writing - Poetry - The Freedom Between my Thighs

The Freedom Between my Thighs- (written in 2014, edited 2020) by Yvette Hess   The Freedom between my thighs Consoles his fears Of being a smaller man, A lesser man By consuming me.   Fists aim for the sky But land on either eye- I’m blinded by promises, Once again left Empty. My insides hate me for allowing His bitter tongue to taste me. So I wait for the lashings daily Expectant, Pregnant with the truth Pregnant with his fruit Ignorant to the fact that I can escape: And live life full, Not bruised, Not used. Not only seeing black...

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Writing - Sweet Regret - Poetry - 2011

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Writing - Sweet Regret - Poetry - 2011

Oh Regret, I see you have come to visit again. We used to spend day and night together, Yes, I remember those times. I was young and you were bitter. Sweet Regret, This time your visits are shorter, Less bitter. Maybe it’s in the weather? Maybe it’s you- You’ve changed for the better. Your friends, Disappointment, grief and heartache have come along too. That’s fine- let them in. We can all gather round and have some tea. I’m so much braver now you see. Let me tell you straight to your face, Regret. I no longer fret. I have lived. I live still, not...

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Looking Back - Art - 5 April 2019

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Looking Back - Art - 5 April 2019

Using Facebook’s nifty activity log, I am reflecting on old works, their meanings and what was happening at the time I created them.  One of the works below were included in the Spring show at Ruth Prowse school of art I attended but unfortunately went missing. I don’t think there is anything more painful than work that goes missing or gets lost or damaged. This especially when you were not even completely present in the creation of it - no memory’s of process but an expression of a truth nevertheless. And when that work goes missing, it is like a...

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