Wildfire
In your stained glass eyes and colourful tears, I see through to the fire burning in your heart Calmed not even by the cold tile of the bathroom floor. As the party ends and the liquor ceases to flow, The moon…
Articles by Olivia Stirton
Hello, my name is Olivia. I’m 20 years old and currently working at a bookstore. Being surrounded by books quickly developed a new hobby for me of first reading, and then writing. I enjoy so many different genres of books, but I always love reading and writing poetry more than anything else.
I’ve always struggled with various mental health issues, and I find that writing and turning my thoughts into poetry helps me tremendously. I hope that in the future, I can publish a poetry book of my own for the world to see. In the meantime, I hope everyone enjoys these bits and pieces of my writing. It always has, and always will, come from the heart.
Hiding Below
You commented on the bags under my eyes I said “thank you, they’re designer” And I meant it Because I designed them myself With sleepless nights And a starving soul (my body might be starving a little too) And I did…
I Covered All The Mirrors
You describe the day as “beautiful” While shielding your eyes From the sun. I can’t help but wonder If all those times you called me “beautiful” You were closing your eyes. Photo Credit: Gilbert-Noël Sfeir Mont-Liban Flickr via Compfight cc