Hollow Oaks (Ollie)

He/him; A 15 year old who is demisexual/trans and freaking lonely. Currently OBSESSED with damei novels at the moment. ToT

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Hollow Oaks (Ollie)

He/him; A 15 year old who is demisexual/trans and freaking lonely. Currently OBSESSED with damei novels at the moment. ToT

https://pin.it/3TQWneNFA

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Stay Sharp

Hollow Oaks (Ollie)

1 min read

There is quiet in the streets—

A chilling breath

There is darkness crawling in the corners—

Watch your step

There are eyes rolling back and forth—

Staring. Searching. Seeking.

There are hands reaching for your body—

Their intent foul; creeping

And where are you?—

Standing in the center of it all

There are people watching you—

For your downfall

Where do you think they came from?

Began. Create...

Poetry

The Purple Was a Stranger

Hollow Oaks (Ollie)

1 min read

It boiled and bubbled

Like a sickly wolf, it doubled

Bent over itself as it crawled to me

Eager to stain my dress; to sting me like a bee

And my dress, not seeing the danger

Soaked it up. What a sticky, little stranger

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(Ugh. Drama. School. Stupid people. Funny people. New friends. Awful mind. More romance drama. Blah blah ...

Poetry

rot smells sweet

Hollow Oaks (Ollie)

1 min read

Rotting flowers can still be sweet

Just as the cold chill you feel when fast asleep

When you feel safe in the abyss

Or lonely in a crowd, that would not miss

In a coffin, your body warm with delight

Or a sweet little faerie who gives you a fright.

The duplicity of man

The two faced can

The bad with the good

The evil with the righteous

They can be the same thing

For rotting flowers still smell...

Poetry

It made me cold

Hollow Oaks (Ollie)

1 min read

My parents lied to me

They still lie to me

Is it for my good?

I don't know

When I was five

I was unstable

A little ticking bomb

Who had to go away from the others

They did not want to drown

They did not want to hear my cries

My parents lied and said that every-

Thing was alright

It was not

It is not

There was a storm inside of me

A tempest

A hurricane

A real storm

It wanted things it could ...

Poetry

he caught me...let's do it again

Hollow Oaks (Ollie)

1 min read

Her lungs ached from the overuse—her feet throbbed as they bled weakly into the rough ground—her hands shook with fear—

He was coming.

She knew it, but was oh-so tired. Her eyes begged to be closed; her limbs cried out for rest. But she could not stop. Maybe she could never. All she knew was—

And there—

A branch—

A branch just snapped now, didn't it—

Before she could finish the thought, a co...

As I fly

Hollow Oaks (Ollie)

1 min read

As I fly

Blood stains my pure feathers

As I fly

It grows on the ground below

As I fly

I see the sick

As I fly

They gaze at me with hope

As I fly

I bring a branch to my beak

As I fly

They wish for me to set it at their feet

As I fly

I dove down below

As I fly

The sick scream in pain as I lodge it in their throat

As I fly

I wish for them to go

As I fly

They watch me no longer with hope

As ...

Poetry

Bang! Oh Crap, I Did Something Stupid...

Hollow Oaks (Ollie)

3 min read

They all watched as the child choked in the clearing that the Moon Goddess possessed. He clutched his neck with pale, strained hands as his face grew from red to blue to purple. In the light, he seemed like a crystal about to shatter as his shift ran through him, over and over again; his nails lengthened before drawing back; hair grew from his every pore before retracting back into the skin; his e...

Humour

Angel? Where?

Hollow Oaks (Ollie)

1 min read

I look around

But cannot see;

Where is this angel

Meant to defend me?

Is it my home

Where tensions lie?

Or is it at my school

Where danger's high?

Is it at distance

Where it watches me live?

Or is it close to me

So close it can give?

Is it there

Guiding my hand

Or is it tossing me

So that I may land

I don't think any of these are true

Not because I don't believe

But, rather,

As I said bef...

Poetry

After the Fall

Hollow Oaks (Ollie)

1 min read

I sigh to myself as I stare blankly at my ceiling in the darkness of the night. I am meant to be asleep,

but I am not

I am meant to love a man,

but I have not

My blood flows out from my open chest wound, which makes me shiver every time my cover shifts to expose my fat organ I call my stomach. It clenches; it shrivels;

i want it to die

But all I can think to myself is:

"Gosh, I have to stop...

My Dear Soul

Hollow Oaks (Ollie)

1 min read

My Dear Soul,

What did you think

When you created me

When you blessed me with these hands

When you blessed me with these teeth

Did you know my Heart?

The way it would beat

When faced with true love

That it could never ever treat

Or maybe you did

And you put it in place

So my fragile mind would not grow hurt

And happiness could remain on my face...

Poetry