Charlotte L Oakeby
WRITER OF PROSE & POETRY
Sunday 23 October 2022
Sunday 18 September 2022
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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
Friday 15 April 2022
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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
Wednesday 25 August 2021
'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
Friday 21 May 2021
'Persephone's Daughters': Published in Indie Bites, Oxford
Wednesday 28 April 2021
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
Saturday 27 March 2021
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.
Friday 26 March 2021
Saturday 20 March 2021
'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."