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Dianali 14h
Cruelest sensation
Rain needles on my skin—
Still warm from
that last ray of sunshine
Dianali 4d
Someday I’ll finish unpacking.
It’s going to take time, though—
I have too many memories.
Dianali 4d
Our laughter echoed in the forest.
Chill wind tangling my hair.
Good insulation in my chest.  
Knowing glances.
Someone cares.
Such a brief moment—
Fog and Fate
Humans are social animals.
Today I was reminded
—in the sweetest way.
Dianali May 14
Heart is no closet
They say—
But in mine
Each compartment,
is perfectly organised.
I neatly fold
Your sighs—
Some still
tangled in my hair.
Your fervid stares,
Vacuum-sealed
In a box on the left shelf,
Next to the neck kisses,
faded birthday wishes,
and hangers —full of
teenage lust—
pressed, rarely worn.
Dianali May 5
Deep in the middle
of the Irish midlands,
my essence is all over.

You’d put one foot inside
and say I haven’t changed—
hoarding sentimental knick-knacks,
all valueless, all lovely,
all me.

You’d put one foot inside,
it’s ***** and it’s warm,
all irrelevant, all lonely,
all me.
Dianali Apr 25
Voice notes of a friend,
borrowed advice—
from their therapist,
in-the-flesh and
certified.
I assure them I’m fine.
I do well enough,
with my second-hand
therapy and AI advice
“The future is here”
And most days,
It suffices.
Dianali Apr 25
You ground the **** out of me.

I expected a
flawless dive,
My Olympic-gold Diver.
So I put you 32.8 feet  
off the ground—
Above the chlorine glare,
  levelled with my expectations.
Just for you to ******* slip
hard and graceless.
Right in the last minute.
Pathetic. Disappointment splashed.
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