Submissions by Oohloulala (Loulou)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I overthink everything. I occasionally write.
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The ride home
When the music through your headphones syncs perfectly with the view out of the window. Film entrance worthy, yet nothing there deserving to capture the stills but your brain, it's film noire of the darkest nature, for no one can really trust their own behaviour. Mad insane we walk around with technology as powerful as 200 million gig inside our head, to think if we were built like machines there really wouldn't be anything left. The rumbles on the tram perfectly timing with the tune, my drunken conscience muddles the two. I love this feeling, it's why I do what I do. It's why I pursue and...
#music
#alcohol
#memories #emptiness
#memories #emptiness
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Parental guidance
Alas, I always knew this day would come. At the lowest points I was spurred by the thought that truth always prevails, but yet now it seems so bittersweet, and seeing you've felt misery makes this no such win for me. When you was tiny i'd have to separate you two, you crying and howling, him scowling, me in denial trying to force a smile when inside my heart was breaking. Seeing your needs forsaken, trying my hardest on my own, though the two of us were together I had never felt so alone. Or afraid. The weight felt on my shoulders bearing down through the sheer fact I was solely responsible...
#love
#breakup
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I speak
I speak.
I say just a few words out loud so I can remember the sound.
The noise my voice makes.
It's been days in this same place and what I thought was sweet solace has become tinged with something else.
Malice? This overbearing sense of myself?
The brain stutters, I've forgot my point. Or the point.
I take the medication at 12 o clock on the dot, if I want to or not I still do.
I'm told it's the glue that will make the pieces hold together, but what if there are no pieces?
What if that part is in everyone else but in me does not exist?
Am I...
I say just a few words out loud so I can remember the sound.
The noise my voice makes.
It's been days in this same place and what I thought was sweet solace has become tinged with something else.
Malice? This overbearing sense of myself?
The brain stutters, I've forgot my point. Or the point.
I take the medication at 12 o clock on the dot, if I want to or not I still do.
I'm told it's the glue that will make the pieces hold together, but what if there are no pieces?
What if that part is in everyone else but in me does not exist?
Am I...
#anxiety
#depression
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The house always wins
Starting life and dealt 3's and 4's,
The game's not fair but no one knows the cards they've been drawn.
Optimism and a strong work ethic make you seem to think that you have control of your fate, yet it's a one sided game and it will always be the same.
Those friends with pocket aces that know the right people in the right places, and laugh in the face of you trying to make your luck last.
It's unfortunate you belong to a lower class where the odds are stacked against you, there's actually very little that you can do, intelligence and drive make little difference, your...
The game's not fair but no one knows the cards they've been drawn.
Optimism and a strong work ethic make you seem to think that you have control of your fate, yet it's a one sided game and it will always be the same.
Those friends with pocket aces that know the right people in the right places, and laugh in the face of you trying to make your luck last.
It's unfortunate you belong to a lower class where the odds are stacked against you, there's actually very little that you can do, intelligence and drive make little difference, your...
#politics
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