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Aug 2015 · 311
ifs and only
Olivia Rae Aug 2015
"and how does that make you feel?..."

if only that mattered.

"what are you going to do about it...?"

only if you want to change those feelings.
Feb 2015 · 1.4k
Over Ruled
Olivia Rae Feb 2015
His lips move but the monsters words of evil are heard
His mouth shapes "I love you" but hatred is echoed
He reaches for a hug but the beast lunges to attack
There's a monster on his back

He searches for the colors of day but is shut in a cave 
He seeks for the limelight but is stuck in the shadows
He forces a smile but the hurt is pulling a frown
There's a monster that slipped inside

He searches for knowledge but the monster hid the books
He attempts navigation but the map is ripped to shreds 
He wants to blossom but the beast chains him down
There's a monster deep within

He's found and yet he's lost
His happiness is hidden
He's full of life but wants it to end
There's a monster who's made a home

The monster has him on a leash 
A never ending round of "simon says"
He's a puppet with claws up his shirt
A marionette with strings pulled tout 

The monster disguises but unintentionally reveals 
Brutality is uncovered but strength shines through
Controversy is displayed but persistence can be found
Anger takes over but intensity refuses to hide

The monster is battled with bravery
The monster is fought with passion
The tables turn
The untouchables are touched

After years of war the monster does not budge
He is frustrated and trapped but does not give up hope 
He gathers an army to fight on and fight hard
There's a very persistent monster

The end can be touched it appears so near
The dispute however does not come to a close
The fight has no intention of ending
The monster does not wish to leave

The monster lives with an ignored eviction notice 
The beast refuses to leave but agrees to downsize
From giant to large to small to smaller
The beast is tamed and not exiled

His strings are extended but never cut
His voice quiet but can be heard
His hugs are gentle but welcomed and received
He lives in peace as a landlord to a monster
Feb 2015 · 634
as i lay
Olivia Rae Feb 2015
i sink into the lilac linens
pulled taught across my bed,
with an anchor fixed to my thoughts
they aimlessly plummet into melancholic depths

the lavender aroma
fluttering about my nose
contradicts the overwhelming emotions
that tug at my tears

just a single thread
is yanked from a string
that is plucked from some stitches
that pull apart my lavender scented, lilac linens

— The End —