Submissions by Oliviahoney
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
My writing is a vulnerable expression of myself.
Journey
I have never really enjoyed attention. I’ve sought it but in controlled measures. I like to control the me that people see. I had to be this perfect little girl. I couldn’t show my dirty knees from playing in the dirt. I must be the perfect woman, never show you’re scared.
Heteronormative was the expectation, the beauty of women nothing I was allowed to indulge in. Finding love once with the man of my dreams, a lucky happenstance. Now my heart yearns for what it was always denied, the freedom to love the person and not a gender.
Agonizing about living in your...
Heteronormative was the expectation, the beauty of women nothing I was allowed to indulge in. Finding love once with the man of my dreams, a lucky happenstance. Now my heart yearns for what it was always denied, the freedom to love the person and not a gender.
Agonizing about living in your...
#freedom
#nonfiction
646 reads
Rhythm of life
There’s a new rhythm and rhyme to life. The colors so bright and richly defined.
Air sweeter with every breath, a lightness to my every step.
A sweet melody my guiding tune, a peace I never imagined woven through.
Past burdens falling away, forward the natural way.
Looking for the strength externally and realizing it was imbued within me from inception.
The dance has returned, my body finding its natural flow.
This liberation I don’t take lightly as it was a hard fought victory. Blessed beyond measure to finally return to...
Air sweeter with every breath, a lightness to my every step.
A sweet melody my guiding tune, a peace I never imagined woven through.
Past burdens falling away, forward the natural way.
Looking for the strength externally and realizing it was imbued within me from inception.
The dance has returned, my body finding its natural flow.
This liberation I don’t take lightly as it was a hard fought victory. Blessed beyond measure to finally return to...
#peace
465 reads
16 Comments
Sublime
Running on the beach my hand clasped in yours, being pulled by the force of your nature. Floating on the wings of your laughter, so pure and untrained.
The wind playing in my hair, looking up at the universe before us. Peacefully in my place, safely tucked inside you.
Breathless as we reach the waters edge, feeling your hands wrap around me. The weight of those soft eyes meeting mine, feelings awash in my deepest recesses. My heart stops the moment your lips find mine.
Electrically shocking, fire singeing a path down my nerve endings. Energy surging,...
The wind playing in my hair, looking up at the universe before us. Peacefully in my place, safely tucked inside you.
Breathless as we reach the waters edge, feeling your hands wrap around me. The weight of those soft eyes meeting mine, feelings awash in my deepest recesses. My heart stops the moment your lips find mine.
Electrically shocking, fire singeing a path down my nerve endings. Energy surging,...
#admiration
#crush
432 reads
6 Comments
Capricious
Shitposting, such a silly word that holds significance. It still brings a slight smile to my lips when that word crosses my mind.
Are you out there causing havoc? The darkness illuminated your furrowed brow as you gaze concentratedly at your computer screen.
Your writing always disarmed and charmed, that’s the most stinging part. The rhyme and flow, the organic nature that weaved through your art. I think I miss that part of you the most.
I know you’ll never see these words, off to more deviously delicious pursuits. I’m keenly aware of the amusement you’d...
Are you out there causing havoc? The darkness illuminated your furrowed brow as you gaze concentratedly at your computer screen.
Your writing always disarmed and charmed, that’s the most stinging part. The rhyme and flow, the organic nature that weaved through your art. I think I miss that part of you the most.
I know you’ll never see these words, off to more deviously delicious pursuits. I’m keenly aware of the amusement you’d...
#admiration
292 reads
The healing nature of time
It’s so freeing when you finally open your hands and let go.
The weight of others expectations disappearing seamlessly.
Over analyzing every misstep, never given time to just breathe.
Attempting to achieve the unachievable, perfection.
The harboring of grudges such a silly and fruitless endeavor.
Walking into a new mindset, the altering of your reality.
What was is no longer, and for once that feels right.
The weight of others expectations disappearing seamlessly.
Over analyzing every misstep, never given time to just breathe.
Attempting to achieve the unachievable, perfection.
The harboring of grudges such a silly and fruitless endeavor.
Walking into a new mindset, the altering of your reality.
What was is no longer, and for once that feels right.
#gratitude
#respect
374 reads
Sunset
Sunsets are home, wrapped in the fading light of dusk.
The wind singing a melancholic melody, bemoaning the loss of warmth from the sun.
A soft breeze tickling my nose, a chorus of sounds abound as night comes to life around me.
I love that solitude, my mind becoming quiet. It’s when I feel most connected to the world around me.
Every new sunset, more beautiful than before. Peace always found in the transition from light to dark.
The wind singing a melancholic melody, bemoaning the loss of warmth from the sun.
A soft breeze tickling my nose, a chorus of sounds abound as night comes to life around me.
I love that solitude, my mind becoming quiet. It’s when I feel most connected to the world around me.
Every new sunset, more beautiful than before. Peace always found in the transition from light to dark.
#happiness
#inspirational
#gratitude
530 reads
9 Comments
The piteous creature
You play at humanity whilst being an inhuman thing.
Destruction personified an empty shell of a man.
Your mother devoured your light and cast you out into inky blackness.
Now a piteous creature never to feel the warmth of love.
I find amusement at your current state, you brought it on yourself.
Lunacy your drug of choice, and a slowly rotting corpse your destiny.
This disfigured man growing strategic with his torments.
Pain bleeds from his very pores, laying in his waste smelling of his impending demise. ...
Destruction personified an empty shell of a man.
Your mother devoured your light and cast you out into inky blackness.
Now a piteous creature never to feel the warmth of love.
I find amusement at your current state, you brought it on yourself.
Lunacy your drug of choice, and a slowly rotting corpse your destiny.
This disfigured man growing strategic with his torments.
Pain bleeds from his very pores, laying in his waste smelling of his impending demise. ...
#apathy
713 reads
Bereft
People are odd creatures filled with a myriad of idiosyncrasies.
First perception of nobility lost, the true character emerged.
I would say I’m surprised but humanity has taught me too well what people are capable of.
Ruminating in my disappointment is nothing I aspire to, moving on the logical choice.
I find traces of the one I lost in those I entertain, but it’s very faint.
I seek what was lost however pale imitation are all that I’ve found.
Nothing becomes real because no one is him.
Almost...
First perception of nobility lost, the true character emerged.
I would say I’m surprised but humanity has taught me too well what people are capable of.
Ruminating in my disappointment is nothing I aspire to, moving on the logical choice.
I find traces of the one I lost in those I entertain, but it’s very faint.
I seek what was lost however pale imitation are all that I’ve found.
Nothing becomes real because no one is him.
Almost...
#grief
#heartbroken
#death #shadows
#death #shadows
834 reads
Monster
#erotic
#BDSM
#sensual
711 reads
22 Comments
Mediocrity
Mediocrity lauded in one and demonized in another.
Elementary level skills praised for those without hurdles. The same energy never given to those whom busted through those hurdles and made a new path.
The banality of the same endless trite, the only originality comes from what was stolen.
Making the extra effort and taking the next step just to end up next to the subpar wastrel who gave very little. The irony not lost, yet obviously deemed deserving based on birth.
Cycle’s that never end, always carrying on in the business of making the lack...
Elementary level skills praised for those without hurdles. The same energy never given to those whom busted through those hurdles and made a new path.
The banality of the same endless trite, the only originality comes from what was stolen.
Making the extra effort and taking the next step just to end up next to the subpar wastrel who gave very little. The irony not lost, yet obviously deemed deserving based on birth.
Cycle’s that never end, always carrying on in the business of making the lack...
#hypocrisy
686 reads
Caution
The opening of one’s heart is a truly scary undertaking.
This instinct to protect what was once shattered tends to cause a quiver of fear shooting through my veins.
Wishing to retreat to the safety of my solitude, so very tempting.
Hard fought battles to regain my former self seemed in peril by one insignificant happenstance.
I find my mind straying to thoughts of a new journey in a world completely foreign to my last.
Is the structure built from the rubbles of my past solid enough to withstand the possibilities of an uncertain...
This instinct to protect what was once shattered tends to cause a quiver of fear shooting through my veins.
Wishing to retreat to the safety of my solitude, so very tempting.
Hard fought battles to regain my former self seemed in peril by one insignificant happenstance.
I find my mind straying to thoughts of a new journey in a world completely foreign to my last.
Is the structure built from the rubbles of my past solid enough to withstand the possibilities of an uncertain...
#happiness
#hope
#courage
752 reads
Apathy
#dark
#frustration
#disappointment
540 reads
7 Comments
DU Poetry : Submissions by Oliviahoney