QuiteOllie
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The White WeedA Poem by QuiteOllieA poem about acceptance of identity and learning who you are. |
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Dragon's HoardA Poem by QuiteOllieA prose poem about creativity, and keeping it alive. |
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At NightA Story by QuiteOllieA cross between a short story and prose about strange people and strange nature. |
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This World Is AlienA Poem by QuiteOllieThis world is alien to me. But warm. Soft. As long as I don't think too much about what it had to do to get here. What it's been put thro.. |
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SkinA Stage Play by QuiteOllieThe lights come up on a small table with only Penelope sat at it. She was clearly a beautiful woman at some point. It's not easy to place exactly wh.. |
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Who I Should BeA Poem by QuiteOllieKnocked the pennies from my eyes And slung me forwards through my younger years. I know there was cow’s blood still warm on the backs o.. |
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Okay In The EndA Poem by QuiteOllieYou are where you broke And though warmth isn’t an issue anymore Why does scarlet still linger on every inch of wall and between my fin.. |
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That Was ThenA Poem by QuiteOllieThe oak leaves are brighter than last year. Older. I remember when you held them to my neck and called them butterflies We’d laugh o.. |
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An Ordinary Indignant ManA Poem by QuiteOllieA pause between the question and his name, His breath smells of hot wine and four vodkas. He always was the civilised type. A bottle more.. |
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RulesA Poem by QuiteOllieThere were rules You would know Did you slip them into my soup when I wasn’t looking? Do I drink to die? Then into the jacket po.. |
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