Submissions by Oohloulala (Loulou)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I overthink everything. I occasionally write.
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Untitled
I might push you away, but it’s easier to imagine that you will let me down than think you won’t.
My feelings won’t be hurt as much when the inevitable happens.
It’s a special kind of sadness and abandonment that builds these barriers, few people understand it and I’m glad of that.
A therapist said it’s called hyper independence and comes from neglect, how the behaviour stems from a lack of affection, security when a mind is young and developing.
Well meant I think but I can see from the look she gives me the only experience she has of this is from reading a book. ...
My feelings won’t be hurt as much when the inevitable happens.
It’s a special kind of sadness and abandonment that builds these barriers, few people understand it and I’m glad of that.
A therapist said it’s called hyper independence and comes from neglect, how the behaviour stems from a lack of affection, security when a mind is young and developing.
Well meant I think but I can see from the look she gives me the only experience she has of this is from reading a book. ...
#FeelingLost
#heartbroken
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Rage
An overboiling kettle,
Scalding metal,
Molten lava melting all it touches,
Don't fucking touch me,
for the love of God please.
As rage rushes like Vesuvius,
Let it all pour out my love.
Grandiose power drawn from roman deities,
Psychosis in the melancholy,
Pain and love my dichotomy.
A sharp inhale, clutching at air
"I can't breathe"
Scared i'll drown in my own fury.
They can see what they are doing,
Polluting the essence of your being
Yet watch me disregard the intuitive
feelings...
Scalding metal,
Molten lava melting all it touches,
Don't fucking touch me,
for the love of God please.
As rage rushes like Vesuvius,
Let it all pour out my love.
Grandiose power drawn from roman deities,
Psychosis in the melancholy,
Pain and love my dichotomy.
A sharp inhale, clutching at air
"I can't breathe"
Scared i'll drown in my own fury.
They can see what they are doing,
Polluting the essence of your being
Yet watch me disregard the intuitive
feelings...
#anger
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My heart
I scoop the shattered pieces between my hands.
Little shards sometimes snap and penetrate into the gaps between my fingers as I kneel on the floor.
I've performed the task many times before but it's easy to lose fragments amongst the dirt and debris.
I work carefully, every piece missing is a sliver lost in me.
Impossible to fix perfectly, but kindness and sunlight, and being alone for some time, it won't be the same design but it should work alright.
I'll still try.
Little shards sometimes snap and penetrate into the gaps between my fingers as I kneel on the floor.
I've performed the task many times before but it's easy to lose fragments amongst the dirt and debris.
I work carefully, every piece missing is a sliver lost in me.
Impossible to fix perfectly, but kindness and sunlight, and being alone for some time, it won't be the same design but it should work alright.
I'll still try.
#love
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DU Poetry : Submissions by Oohloulala (Loulou)