olivecrayon

ORMOND, Australia

COLE. Twenty. Female. Melbourne, Australia. / If you think my poetry is just about something or someone, it’s probably not.

My name is Cole, and I am twenty years old.
If you think my poetry is just about something or someone, it’s probably not.
I’m crazy and in love, but isn’t everyone?

  • Age: 24
  • Joined: October 2009

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cahoots

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wordsmith

it occurs to me i don’t even know if you ever liked my writing. / the other things you’d lavish gaze and praise upon / the sound of my voic…

the lover after you

why is it that i cannot dress another up the same as you, so as to love him? / freckle and hair of your scent weaved into his skin. impeded…

thoughts from a psychiatric ward

my heart can’t possibly break when it wasn’t even whole to start with / hopeless. worthless. pointless. nothing ever changes. n…

oh my wow.

how long have we been living / in our small silhouettes / like puzzle pieces of darkness / swallowing each other up / if this is it, please…

realist

More dangerous than an optimist / or a pessimist / is a realist / especially one possessing a way with words

how to fight loneliness

I’m so hollow and tired / of endless nights without sleep / of dull colours in a kaleidoscope without end / cold and heavy weather / consta…

beautiful disaster

Maybe we were a work of fiction, watched through the rosiest of coloured glasses. A bottle of poison with a beautiful label. Not a fairytal…

while you were sleeping

once upon a time, we turned out this way / a tangle of everything we always thought we wouldn’t say / my nails tracing the outline of…

goodbye love, hello disease

Nothing exists. Nothing is real. Paranoia. Dissociation. Derealization. / Depersonalisation. Reality does not exist. Is this a test?

the way my fairytale goes

Soft whispers of silence / Your warm body / curved into mine / like a comma in the dark / The sticky tangle of / smooth soft skin, bare / i…

walking home

walking home / soundtrack / is the only thing pushing me forward / when each step feels like / a scripted leap of faith / heavy floating of…
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