Submissions by opheliac
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
23rd Jun 2013 5:17pm
23rd Jun 2013 5:17pm
Anarchia
You bring me to beginnings
not necessarily new
not necessarily pleasant
Note: i really need your advice on the first line. it doesn't sound right.
not necessarily new
not necessarily pleasant
Note: i really need your advice on the first line. it doesn't sound right.
1039 reads
12 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
30th Apr 2013 4:01pm
30th Apr 2013 4:01pm
a girl on a bench
The girl on a bench asked
for forgiveness. I couldn't help
overhearing as she said:
"Come back and I'll say
yes again."
for forgiveness. I couldn't help
overhearing as she said:
"Come back and I'll say
yes again."
986 reads
18 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
10th Mar 2013 12:47pm
10th Mar 2013 12:47pm
Verbal resurrection
Without having a tense
of her own, she does.
she and she and she.
If you're interested take a look at the link below. It's a fantastic article (more like a book chapter) on Denise Riley's, ‘A voice without a mouth’: inner speech.
link: http://politicsandforms.files.wordpress.com/2009/10/denise-riley_book-chapter-on-inner-speech.pdf
of her own, she does.
she and she and she.
If you're interested take a look at the link below. It's a fantastic article (more like a book chapter) on Denise Riley's, ‘A voice without a mouth’: inner speech.
link: http://politicsandforms.files.wordpress.com/2009/10/denise-riley_book-chapter-on-inner-speech.pdf
1059 reads
17 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
22nd Feb 2013 2:54pm
22nd Feb 2013 2:54pm
Anniversary
You become language,
projected through mere words.
Perhaps you're my language
just because I write to you sometimes.
† to my Dearest 22/2/2010
projected through mere words.
Perhaps you're my language
just because I write to you sometimes.
† to my Dearest 22/2/2010
1016 reads
15 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
26th Jan 2013 9:46pm
26th Jan 2013 9:46pm
Ela
you're making me hungry
when you talk of bodies.
a desire to cut through the skin
to force it to speak
through metaphors.
when you talk of bodies.
a desire to cut through the skin
to force it to speak
through metaphors.
1074 reads
15 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Dec 2012 9:17pm
7th Dec 2012 9:17pm
Pilcrow
The whistling man caused
the bird to sing stately.
In a gloomy winter's day
he woke up content.
the bird to sing stately.
In a gloomy winter's day
he woke up content.
948 reads
16 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
25th Nov 2012 11:33pm
25th Nov 2012 11:33pm
Don't forget, breathe
this longing leaves me panting
as if breathing becomes a burden again
as if breathing becomes a burden again
900 reads
13 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
25th Oct 2012 8:39pm
25th Oct 2012 8:39pm
Until she's back
Shh
don't utter metaphors
destroy those that already existed
and sleep a dreamless slumber
Inspired by the idea that metaphors create the world.
don't utter metaphors
destroy those that already existed
and sleep a dreamless slumber
Inspired by the idea that metaphors create the world.
978 reads
13 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Oct 2012 10:43am
12th Oct 2012 10:43am
A hippie who never wore a colourful bandana
A late bloomer he was,
with nothing much to say.
Sitting by the corner of
his favourite coffee shop
wishing for world peace
but he never wore a
colourful bandana.
Note: this is the first time i've written anything of this sort. Please bear with me until
I learn the skill.
with nothing much to say.
Sitting by the corner of
his favourite coffee shop
wishing for world peace
but he never wore a
colourful bandana.
Note: this is the first time i've written anything of this sort. Please bear with me until
I learn the skill.
1287 reads
19 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
25th Aug 2012 9:28pm
25th Aug 2012 9:28pm
no formalities *
never been afraid
of silence.
we always got on well.
safely tucked under the
blankets until a knock
on the door was heard.
*no capital letters. just small ones.
of silence.
we always got on well.
safely tucked under the
blankets until a knock
on the door was heard.
*no capital letters. just small ones.
1155 reads
11 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
31st Jul 2012 5:44pm
31st Jul 2012 5:44pm
Needles
How rewarding it was.
As if my skin was made
of stone. Numb from all
sorts of pain but one:
letting you go.
As if my skin was made
of stone. Numb from all
sorts of pain but one:
letting you go.
1199 reads
18 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
12th Jul 2012 11:06am
12th Jul 2012 11:06am
Just when I was about to start writing Haiku again
and I cling upon you
like a leaf on the branches
of a young and foolish tree.
like a leaf on the branches
of a young and foolish tree.
880 reads
10 Comments
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