¸.• ʚϊɞ •.¸¸.•

 

Before the thunder 

 it was just me and jules in the swimming pool

I realised that i can put my head underwater and think of nothing and be happy

It’s easier to ask for forgiveness than for permission

that’s what she said when i said about you.

 I don’t have regrets but for sure i’m upset and if i’m wrong then let it be that way

 

 forgive me babe

after the fever dream nothing was clear

you think you’re discerning but there’s so much you don’t see in me

 I thought i knew what i wanted

nothing but solitude and to be in love with it

but all that i dream of is you and i’m resentful 

 I’m a traitor to my maker

cause i resent the way my unending emotion makes me feel like i’m crazy

happiness is fragile but sadness is too

 it moves like the clear water in front of me

 Let me be your angel

i’ll send you to heaven and love you like god does

 but i can make your life hell if i wanted

in any case i can turn that on too

For now you’re not here 

 it’s just me and jules in the swimming pool

I let the blue kiss me and i bathe in the guilt

We talk about the west coast and envy and how there’s something so beautiful about swimming whilst it rains

when you can’t tell what is falling from the water that surrounds

 undiscerning

like you my love

 You never understood me when you had to but now you do

i’m falling

ʚϊɞ

 I looked up at the stars and said godspeed to the man who thinks he can get away from me and our little love

so he booked a one-way ticket to a foreign land like a man on a mission

and as I watched from the runway his graceful aviation across the indian ocean

my stars and my skies i swear they went with him

and ever since he left i’ve been wanting warmer days in some better place

cause he made me feel like chemtrail skies cherry liquor on ice 

   every type of way 

and i promised that if he got lost then my eyes are the lights that will guide him back to me

   always

our love it changed 

i would have spent hours by his side i said i was his ride or die and we both know it’s true

now i’m wishing one day he’d said to me 

   i just wanna get high on porto beach with my babydoll right next to me

then taken me with him when he disappeared into the blue

baby boy gave me nothing but it felt like everything 

  cause our rocky candy kisses were sweeter than anything

than tidal waves palm trees and the floridian breeze  

you make so crazy but handsome i’m loving it 

  and loving you feels like a dream 

Charli Oakeby

'the falling, the becoming': Now Available on Waterstones

     

My debut collection of poetry and short fiction, 'the falling, the becoming', can now be bought on Waterstones. This has been a lifelong dream for me, so I am very excited at the prospect of my work being sold within such a notorious bookstore. 

Click here to visit.

Love,

Charli

'winter's sister': Published in Obsessed With Pipework

                'winter's sister', now published in Obsessed with Pipework #94. Available as a paperback.

'Persephone's Daughters': Published in Indie Bites, Oxford

So delighted to say that one of my poems, 'Persephone's Daughters', is now published with Indie Bites @ Silver Sun Books.

"The cherry on top of our MERMAIDS & MYTHOLOGY issue is Persephone's Daughters by Charlotte L Oakeby, a dark pearl of a poem."

The collection is available as a paperback or digitally. Click here to read more.

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Pretty Young Things: Published in Quail Bell (New York City, Virginia)

A poem from my collection, 'the falling, the becoming', is in New York City!! 'Pretty Young Things' has been published in Quail Bell Magazine, 'an intersectional feminist arts and culture publication for real and unreal stories from around the world.' So grateful to be published in a journal whose cause is centred on a topic I am so passionate about. 

"tell me why we aren’t teaching

the boys that when they grow up we will 

not be subjected to their lusty gaze, nor 

the ways they have been raised in the 

first damned place. "

my debut collection, 'the falling, the becoming'

I'm so delighted to say that my debut collection, 'the falling, the becoming', is now published! Only paperback copies are on sale, but I'm currently working on creating an eBook/Kindle version.

About 

"This is a collection of poetry and short fiction about love and the loss of it, written by a lovesick romantic who will fall so helplessly back into love's arms, time and time again, even when it doesn't want to catch her. From loving, soppy sonnets to dark, bitter crime fiction, and deep, contemporary poems to fiery, feminist verses, my writing uses a blend of literary styles. Inspired by the noir genre, Greek mythology, and the Romantics, the book is divided into two sections--'falling' and 'becoming'--and touches on profound topics such as heartbreak, grief, first love, femininity and empowerment. I refuse to shy away from the darkest truths of this mad world, as much as I refuse to ignore the sublimity of its prettiest lies and fantasies. This is first love. This is the fallout. This is the falling, the becoming."

How to Buy

As an indie author and also a student, I'd be so grateful if you chose to purchase copies directly through me. The list price per copy is £7.99, with free UK shipping included. You can also order bundles at a reduced price; two copies for £12, three for £16. 

If you'd like to place an order, you can find me at coakeby@aol.com, or @charlioakeby on all media platforms. Thank you so much for your support!♥

Alternatively, if you're an international buyer or would prefer buying through Amazon, you can order your copy by following this link. You can also find it by typing 'Charlotte L Oakeby' or 'the falling, the becoming' into any Amazon marketplace, UK or international.

Thank you!

The past couple of months I've spent writing this book have been an emotional whirlwind. I can't wait to finally share my heart with the world. 

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'the falling, the becoming' (about)

"This is a collection of poetry and short fiction about love and the loss of it, written by a lovesick romantic who will fall so helplessly back into love’s arms, time and time again, even when it doesn’t want to catch her. From loving, soppy sonnets to dark, bitter crime fiction, and deep, contemporary poems to fiery, feminist verses, my writing uses a blend of literary styles. Inspired by the noir genre, Greek mythology, and the Romantics, the book is divided into two sections—'falling' and 'becoming'—and touches on profound topics such as heartbreak, grief, first love, femininity and empowerment. I refuse to shy away from the darkest truths of this mad world, as much as I refuse to ignore the sublimity of its prettiest lies and fantasies. This is first love. This is the fallout. This is the falling, the becoming."

'There's Lipstick on Your Collar' in Capsule Stories (Clayton, Missouri)