Submissions by opheliac
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
A poem
A thought that brews
and brews
and brews
longer than it should
becomes
and brews
and brews
longer than it should
becomes
#WritingPoetry
536 reads
11 Comments
Noise
From one day to another
sounds became louder
evicting reason from my
sane brain
sounds became louder
evicting reason from my
sane brain
#PTSD
666 reads
9 Comments
30 Giu
I was looking for you, my saviour
by the chocolate section of my local shop.
you were there
white wrappers, red letters
sitting proudly among others
by the chocolate section of my local shop.
you were there
white wrappers, red letters
sitting proudly among others
#gratitude
691 reads
12 Comments
Nounna
it was your day yesterday
and i'm mourning you today
what's time, anyway?
and i'm mourning you today
what's time, anyway?
#death
684 reads
3 Comments
You're only a dog
It's strange
(but)
When I have you in my arms
I feel spatially complete.
There's no gap, you fill the space
Just right
And it feels just
Enough.
(but)
When I have you in my arms
I feel spatially complete.
There's no gap, you fill the space
Just right
And it feels just
Enough.
#love
#dogs
#animals
734 reads
5 Comments
How can this be wrong
heart,
you can stop beating now
- in his arms -
his heart
is big enough for both
you can stop beating now
- in his arms -
his heart
is big enough for both
979 reads
6 Comments
When I was about 12
I once asked my mum
why people wear black
and the universe
showed me.
why people wear black
and the universe
showed me.
1078 reads
13 Comments
Blood
my new beginnings
have dipped their hands
in lukewarm blood
first.
have dipped their hands
in lukewarm blood
first.
1135 reads
7 Comments
No end
Haunting
and daunting.
Your voice is still
tormenting
my younger self
through the landline.
and daunting.
Your voice is still
tormenting
my younger self
through the landline.
929 reads
8 Comments
Bachateros
You somehow seem to know
how my body works.
The bends and its breaks while
the music beats sensual.
how my body works.
The bends and its breaks while
the music beats sensual.
1326 reads
19 Comments
A writer's longing
You produce such longing in me
- unbearable, mandatory, confiding-
and our journeys never end upon our meetings.
- unbearable, mandatory, confiding-
and our journeys never end upon our meetings.
1156 reads
34 Comments
Untitled
My soul
is beautifully resting
on yours.
is beautifully resting
on yours.
1040 reads
11 Comments
DU Poetry : Submissions by opheliac