il paradiso selvaggio! by Jodde Maree

BRUSSELS - Jan. 26, 2018 - PRLog -- Jodde Maree has been writing short stories, poems and lyrics since the age of thirteen.

Jodde Maree grew up in the inner suburbs of Sydney, later on moving to the north of the town. There, she was inspired into creativity by her non-biological mother (an orchestra conductor) who had a profound influence on her creative energy. Through her writing, Jodde Maree intends to address the human condition as, according to her, everyone deserves validation through her words. Words that, she hopes, will resonate in people's inspiration.

Jodde Maree currently resides in Sydney.

You

You are not a sonnet
You are not a breeze
You are not a frail falling leaf
Your voice does not carry me
You are dead to me.

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Chills

My stream of blood
Has filled the ample
Towers of your
Clinch
You raise your hand
And fight the
Air
What's a fine line ?
I called it
Reassurance with
A mouth full
Of quiet
Words,
Expelling the limits
Of deep
Regrets
How sanitary
Watching riddles
Fry!
You know your
Veins are burning butter
And my head
Just doesn't
Pay enough rent


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