Deonora P

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Deonora P

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The Day I Met You

Deonora P

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The day I met you, you were feeding the pigeons. It was a cold day, and your breath made a cloud around you, the kind of mystical image that comes to mind when describing a beautiful elf or similarly stunning being.

I saw your eyes piercing through the fog that your breath had made as you met my eyes.

I nearly dropped the coffee I was holding, but the autumn special, nutmeg and cinnamon, is two ...

It’s A Human. Oh.

Deonora P

1 min read

“Give me your hand child.”

Wide eyes look up at the… Thing. It has two legs, only two. And… Are those ears? But they’re in the wrong place… And is that monstrosity a nose?

Oh.

It is a human.

Oh....

Words

Deonora P

1 min read

Some

Times words

Don’t come as I

Want them to. They jumble and clutter and

Clunk. Tumble out my mouth and fall to the floor. Lifeless, but twitching in their death.

Don’t know

How I can speak

How I can write. How I can hear.

Words hate me, I’m certain. I hate them back, I know that for sure. Please help.

Help

Me to

Find my words. Please.

To shape them, hammer and batter them, an...

Poetry

I know It

Deonora P

1 min read

The trundling of wheels is muffled, not by carpet, not by smooth surface, by grass.

I smell it before I feel the surface change beneath my wheels. It smells of summer, earthy, grassy, fresh, and yet it also smells of rain. It’s the kind of scent that washes over you, drives through every pore and makes you feel pure, cleansed.

And then I feel it. Warmth. It dances over my face, and I swear it’s ...

Lies

Deonora P

1 min read

Three lies.

I’m at the table of justice, faceless spirits determining my destination.

I’m asked to reveal my three lies.

Lie 1: I did actually eat that cake that mum gave told me not to, what can I say? It was chocolate!

Lie 2: yes, I did actually watch that persons bum that time, I know, I lied to my partner about that for years… (does that make it several lies? Who knows?)

Lie 3: I only tol...

The End Of My Affair With Art

Deonora P

1 min read

Hey work, tell me something

Why so out of proportion?

Why so… Unrealistic, shit?

It stares back with wonky eyes,

Ask the muse, not me,

That’s what it says.

So I ask my muse; which laughs.

It’s not me, it mocks,

Nor is it your work,

And it’s not your paintbrush,

So it must be you!

And those base words,

They’re enough,

Enough for me to snap

All of my brushes,

All of my pencils....

Poetry

If I Did…

Deonora P

1 min read

When the storm comes, my compass always points to you.

Stupid really, seeing as I have no control over the lightning and thunder. But if I did… Well, my compass points to you each time....

Helps Me Still My Thoughts

Deonora P

1 min read

People always think that

I only make it to drink it

WRONG

If I only made it to drink it,

I wouldn’t be sat here at midnight,

I wouldn’t be watching in the moonlight

As my moonshine takes form.

Sure school is tomorrow

But lemme have my time

This helps me stop stimming,

Promise.

I know it’s kinda weird

But I tweak out way less

If I just watch the steady

Drip,

Of the drink, clear, smoo...

Poetry

I Didn’t Mean To

Deonora P

1 min read

It’s been a long day. All I want is to sleep.

But I can’t get it out of my damn head.

I didn’t mean to. I wasn’t even speeding! I was going twenty in a forty zone!

Its not my fault the bird didn’t move! And it blended in so well with the road, not my fault I didn’t see it.

But I just can’t get it out of my head.

I tried to stop!

I just… Didn’t.

I bury my head under my pillow, trying to forg...

Should Be Scary

Deonora P

1 min read

It should be annoying, should be scary, should make the hairs rise up on the back of my neck every night when the old boards of the house expand and shrink, changing size, thumps coming up the stairs, along the corridor, to my room or down in the kitchen.

It does quite the opposite.

It’s comforting to know the house is still there, breathing and creaking and thumping with age.

It’s nice to know...