roma-mary

Biography

im an english-kiwi aspiring poet who listens to too much florence and the machine and the amazing devil. im eighteen, and started writing poetry again after i went to waterstones and got sad about the lack of sapphic poetry there, so decided to take matters into my own hands. my mental health has suffered under the last few years, and i write poetry as a form of explaining to myself how i am feeling, sort of as an alternative to a diary. i've never found journals particularly helpful, as if forgot to fill in everyday and feel a bit like i've failed, so poetry is an alternative that does not require me to do it everyday. i don't consider myself to be very good, but i also don't think that matters.

Fractal

i think i might have absent from class the day they taught everyone how to be a human. Like the forgotten and left behind balloons of a child's birthday party i am deflated. Like Ozymandias visage shattered, returned to dust and left half buried. All my tears run horizontally into my ears as i lie on my back. i think i remember being a person once? Really i am a half-grubby, half-clever, half-real, half-fulfilled, half-pretty, half-functional, half-kind, glass-half-emptied being, who never learn even how to bury herself properly.

expression

There's so much poetry about eyes. So much 'window to the soul' so much 'they held the ocean' And even if i could speak for hours about the different lights of your eyes. i think i prefer your nose and the slope of your cheekbones. Dusted with freckles, my dear, and the way it wrinkles folds in on itself in a million tiny lines When you smile the lines are smaller, directly on the bridge of your nose, between your eyes. When you pout in over exaggerated annoyance, the lines fold horizontally between your eyebrows and like tiny paths of rain water down a window the lines on your nose are small and shallow. The skin on your face is smooth as a well worn stream pebble and warm, like it has captured the sun that left it only moments ago.

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