{"id":138,"date":"2025-01-17T22:09:43","date_gmt":"2025-01-17T19:09:43","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/cathyblue.com\/wp\/?page_id=138"},"modified":"2025-03-25T14:32:26","modified_gmt":"2025-03-25T11:32:26","slug":"making-love-with-words","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/cathyblue.com\/wp\/making-love-with-words\/","title":{"rendered":"Making Love With Words"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<div class=\"wp-block-columns is-layout-flex wp-container-core-columns-is-layout-8f761849 wp-block-columns-is-layout-flex\">\n<div class=\"wp-block-column is-layout-flow wp-block-column-is-layout-flow\" style=\"flex-basis:66.66%\">\n<pre class=\"wp-block-verse\"><strong>Making Out With Words<\/strong><br>We write for the one,<br>Well-knowing these words<br>We bled out in ink<br>Will never be read by them.<br><br>May be it is the beauty of it,<br>There is nothing now<br>Holding us back to use our words,<br>No fear of losing,<br>What we already do not have.<br><br>I am not afraid,<br>I am wide-open to the possibility.<br>As I will wait,<br>I am making out with words,<br>Daydreaming your lips.<\/pre>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-column is-layout-flow wp-block-column-is-layout-flow\" style=\"flex-basis:33.33%\">\n<figure class=\"wp-block-embed is-type-rich is-provider-amazon wp-block-embed-amazon\"><div class=\"wp-block-embed__wrapper\">\n<iframe title=\"Making Love With Words\" type=\"text\/html\" width=\"1170\" height=\"550\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen style=\"max-width:100%\" src=\"https:\/\/read.amazon.com\/kp\/card?preview=inline&#038;linkCode=ll2&#038;ref_=k4w_oembed_lgFkGEWbjQgjkR&#038;asin=B09Z19M658&#038;tag=thebordersofc-20\"><\/iframe>\n<\/div><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n<div style=\"height:26px\" aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"wp-block-spacer\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">This book is my way of flirting, it is my living proof that i can write in a tender, playful, soft-spoken language, flirting with myself and life, finding myself again whenever i am lost. There are many poems that surprised me in this book, how i managed to write them so softly-spoken is still a mystery to me but <em>Medallion<\/em> is a gem i totally adore. <em>PassionART<\/em> is what i consider as a poem that gets you excited with all it is offering, hidden behind the metaphors, letting your imagination run wild and free. <em>Abyss<\/em> remains as a poem close to my heart, talking about the fear of new things, hinting to miss the new opportunities because comfort-zone can become toxic. <em>Fun Fact, Crafting<\/em> and <em>Glitter Glue<\/em> are three poems straight from my heart without any filter. <em>2 Souls As 1<\/em> is a collab i am very proud of, with my twin, it is one of the author&#8217;s picks in this book. <em>The Riot<\/em> is the poem that got published in <em>OpenMinds, Vol. 24; issue 2, Summer 2022<\/em>; a poem i am grateful and very proud. <em>Dimples<\/em> is the first step i took for book 6: <em>Fill The Cracks In My Soul With Poetry<\/em>, accompanied by more lovesick poems such as <em>Oh Boy, Defining Love, Ambrosia, Poison Of Choice, Game Over, Art Master, Lucas, Artsy Craftsy, Turmoil, Losing Game, Gazing Through You&amp;Me <\/em>and <em>Obedience. Broken Toy<\/em> is my gift to my beloved son, written after his disappointment of me for not being able to fix one of his favorite toys in the most poetic way. <em>Glass Heart <\/em>is my gift to my beloved daughter, written after watching her run with a glass bottle in her hand in the most poetic way possible. Finally, <em>Evaporating Of Mind<\/em> is the poem that made me strong enough to dive into writing more mental health poetry, it was written about aging, the brain fog, amnesia and the turmoil of half-remembering and half-forgeting and all this gray area inbetween. A poem that made me proud of taking my first steps to becoming the poet i am now.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<div style=\"height:24px\" aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"wp-block-spacer\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-columns is-layout-flex wp-container-core-columns-is-layout-8f761849 wp-block-columns-is-layout-flex\">\n<div class=\"wp-block-column is-layout-flow wp-block-column-is-layout-flow\" style=\"flex-basis:25%\">\n<pre class=\"wp-block-verse\"><strong>Sing Me Out<\/strong><br>I am a song and I need you to sing me out.<br>I am written in tears, raw pain and brutal honesty,<br>I am muted on white paper, I stay still and wait.<br><br>I am a song and I need you to sing me out,<br>Be a voice to my pain and I will be your echo,<br>Together, we can take down this world,<br>Just sing me out, my words, your voice.<br>We can be one, forever together.<\/pre>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-column is-layout-flow wp-block-column-is-layout-flow\" style=\"flex-basis:50%\">\n<pre class=\"wp-block-verse has-text-align-center\"><strong>The Riot<\/strong><br>That emotions I have bottle up<br>Inside my fragile human body<br>Are starting a riot,<br>That cunning and deceitful hope,<br>That misguided expectation,<br>That foolish love I carry.<br><br>Cement and mortar,<br>I build up more and more<br>Walls for the castle<br>To keep them deep down,<br>To protect the sanity of my consciousness.<\/pre>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-column is-layout-flow wp-block-column-is-layout-flow\" style=\"flex-basis:25%\">\n<pre class=\"wp-block-verse has-text-align-right\"><strong>Eternal <\/strong><br>Your voice has always been <br>An endless echo<br>In the hectic maze of my mind.<br>You buried yourself<br>Deep and deeper<br>Into my soul.<br>Now I lick my own skin<br>To get another taste of you.<\/pre>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n<div style=\"height:29px\" aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"wp-block-spacer\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-columns is-layout-flex wp-container-core-columns-is-layout-8f761849 wp-block-columns-is-layout-flex\">\n<div class=\"wp-block-column is-layout-flow wp-block-column-is-layout-flow\" style=\"flex-basis:25%\">\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><strong>Broken Toy<\/strong><br>Ah, my darling baby boy!<br>Unfortunately mommy<br>Can not fix everything!<br>-She does not know<br>How to fix<br>A broken heart.-<\/p>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-column is-layout-flow wp-block-column-is-layout-flow\" style=\"flex-basis:50%\">\n<pre class=\"wp-block-verse has-text-align-center\"><strong>Love Of A Poet<\/strong><br>Slide in me,<br>Deep down to the hilt,<br>Eye to eye,<br>Chest to chest,<br>Heart to heart,<br>Define me <br>With your words.<br>Let my body be your paper,<br>Yours a pen,<br>Write us out<br>Until we are both full<br>With words.<\/pre>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-column is-layout-flow wp-block-column-is-layout-flow\" style=\"flex-basis:25%\">\n<p class=\"has-text-align-right wp-block-paragraph\"><strong>Glass Heart<\/strong><br>Running to your aid<br>Like a rescue mission I am,<br>Before you slip\/trip, fall,<br>Break the glass of heart<br>You drag all around. <\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n<div style=\"height:29px\" aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"wp-block-spacer\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-columns is-layout-flex wp-container-core-columns-is-layout-8f761849 wp-block-columns-is-layout-flex\">\n<div class=\"wp-block-column is-layout-flow wp-block-column-is-layout-flow\">\n<pre class=\"wp-block-verse has-text-align-center\"><strong>Evaporating Of Mind <\/strong><br>Time is slipping away,<br>Disoriented memories,<br>Forgotten conversations,<br>Scattered thoughts,<br>Dissolves into nothingness.<br><br>The best of me is lost,<br>Like a damn pair of glasses<br>I keep looking all around,<br>Forgetting they are on my head.<br><br>There lives a thief in my head,<br>Stealing moments, stealing love, light.<br>All I have is stolen memories,<br>Who will show the light in darkness now?<br><br>A shell of what I was,<br>It would be a lie to say<br>I\u2019m still me, <br>I do not remember who I was, <br>I do not know who I am now.<br><br>Somebody I do not know<br>Tries to hold my wrinkled hand.<br>The vision of mind vanquished,<br>Talks to me in a soft, tender voice,<br>As if I am a baby in fear,<br>Unable to comprehend the world.<br><br>Baby...where did I put my baby?<br>Who was my baby?<br>Where did I leave these damn glasses?<br>Where am I, where am I?<br>Where is the light?<\/pre>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n<div style=\"height:24px\" aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"wp-block-spacer\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-group alignfull is-content-justification-center\" style=\"margin-top:0;margin-bottom:0;padding-top:calc( 0.5 * var(--wp--style--root--padding-right, var(--wp--custom--gap--horizontal)));padding-right:var(--wp--style--root--padding-right, var(--wp--custom--gap--horizontal));padding-bottom:calc( 0.5 * 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Cathy shows her talent for expressing deeply personal emotions with every page.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">August 7, 2022<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n<div style=\"height:calc( 0.25 * var(--wp--style--root--padding-right, var(--wp--custom--gap--horizontal)))\" aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"wp-block-spacer\"><\/div>\n<\/div><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Making Out With WordsWe write for the one,Well-knowing these wordsWe bled out in inkWill never be read by them.May be it is the beauty of it,There is nothing nowHolding us back to use our words,No fear of losing,What we already do not have.I am not afraid,I am wide-open to the possibility.As I will wait,I am making out with words,Daydreaming your lips. This book is my way of flirting, it is my living proof that i can write in a tender, playful, soft-spoken language, flirting with myself and life, finding myself again whenever i am lost. There are many poems that surprised me in this book, how i managed to write them so softly-spoken is still a mystery to me but Medallion is a gem i totally adore. PassionART is what i consider as a poem that gets you excited with all it is offering, hidden behind the metaphors, letting your imagination run wild and free. Abyss remains as a poem close to my heart, talking about the fear of new things, hinting to miss the new opportunities because comfort-zone can become toxic. Fun Fact, Crafting and Glitter Glue are three poems straight from my heart without any filter. 2 Souls As 1 is a collab i am very proud of, with my twin, it is one of the author&#8217;s picks in this book. The Riot is the poem that got published in OpenMinds, Vol. 24; issue 2, Summer 2022; a poem i am grateful and very proud. Dimples is the first step i took for book 6: Fill The Cracks In My Soul With Poetry, accompanied by more lovesick poems such as Oh Boy, Defining Love, Ambrosia, Poison Of Choice, Game Over, Art Master, Lucas, Artsy Craftsy, Turmoil, Losing Game, Gazing Through You&amp;Me and Obedience. Broken Toy is my gift to my beloved son, written after his disappointment of me for not being able to fix one of his favorite toys in the most poetic way. Glass Heart is my gift to my beloved daughter, written after watching her run with a glass bottle in her hand in the most poetic way possible. Finally, Evaporating Of Mind is the poem that made me strong enough to dive into writing more mental health poetry, it was written about aging, the brain fog, amnesia and the turmoil of half-remembering and half-forgeting and all this gray area inbetween. A poem that made me proud of taking my first steps to becoming the poet i am now. Sing Me OutI am a song and I need you to sing me out.I am written in tears, raw pain and brutal honesty,I am muted on white paper, I stay still and wait.I am a song and I need you to sing me out,Be a voice to my pain and I will be your echo,Together, we can take down this world,Just sing me out, my words, your voice.We can be one, forever together. The RiotThat emotions I have bottle upInside my fragile human bodyAre starting a riot,That cunning and deceitful hope,That misguided expectation,That foolish love I carry.Cement and mortar,I build up more and moreWalls for the castleTo keep them deep down,To protect the sanity of my consciousness. Eternal Your voice has always been An endless echoIn the hectic maze of my mind.You buried yourselfDeep and deeperInto my soul.Now I lick my own skinTo get another taste of you. Broken ToyAh, my darling baby boy!Unfortunately mommyCan not fix everything!-She does not knowHow to fixA broken heart.- Love Of A PoetSlide in me,Deep down to the hilt,Eye to eye,Chest to chest,Heart to heart,Define me With your words.Let my body be your paper,Yours a pen,Write us outUntil we are both fullWith words. Glass HeartRunning to your aidLike a rescue mission I am,Before you slip\/trip, fall,Break the glass of heartYou drag all around. Evaporating Of Mind Time is slipping away,Disoriented memories,Forgotten conversations,Scattered thoughts,Dissolves into nothingness.The best of me is lost,Like a damn pair of glassesI keep looking all around,Forgetting they are on my head.There lives a thief in my head,Stealing moments, stealing love, light.All I have is stolen memories,Who will show the light in darkness now?A shell of what I was,It would be a lie to sayI\u2019m still me, I do not remember who I was, I do not know who I am now.Somebody I do not knowTries to hold my wrinkled hand.The vision of mind vanquished,Talks to me in a soft, tender voice,As if I am a baby in fear,Unable to comprehend the world.Baby&#8230;where did I put my baby?Who was my baby?Where did I leave these damn glasses?Where am I, where am I?Where is the light? Poetic intensity A powerful book written with passion and poignancy. Cathy shows her talent for expressing deeply personal emotions with every page. 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