Deonora P

👩‍❤️‍👨👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩1️⃣5️⃣👩‍🦰🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿🇷🇴 I try to write stuff. That counts. I love music and books and anything else that comes along. Especially mountain shaped anything else’s.

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Deonora P

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In Rhythm With The One Who Loves Me

Deonora P

1 min read

Some mornings it is just too much.

I wake up and the covers are impossibly itchy. My hair scratches at my face and scalp. Every seam in my clothes is a line of irritation and torture.

I try to ignore it.

The house is too loud. Or is it too quiet? Every move I make echoes and clanks, every move someone else makes bounces around before colliding with my ears, but at the same time… The silence is ...

Onions

Deonora P

1 min read

I suppose it’s silly really. I thought I was done with all this crying malarkey, but I guess it wasn’t done with me.

It’s quite simple too.

But first a little backstory…

My mother always used to say “oh I’ve just been cutting onions” when she cried. I didn’t believe her, not one bit.

But now I think it’s true.

Here I was, making spag bol for two (not two people mind, two meals. One today, one...

Why Didn’t You Tell Us?

Deonora P

1 min read

If there’s one thing that’s gonna be my downfall, it’s this.

I’ve managed to keep it secret so far.

But this thing has been following be all day.

I saw it at the office, so I hid in the toilet.

I saw it on the train, so I pulled my scary over my face.

I saw it on the bus, so I engaged in conversation with an old lady - about cats too.

Every, I see it.

A little buzzing drone.

With a party h...

The Rhyme

Deonora P

1 min read

Times ticking by,

Tick tock tick tock

Goes every clock.

That’s the rhyme we

All used to sing

When we got bored.

Always sing it:

On long car rides

Waiting for buses

Doing homework

Or housework too

In maths lessons

Also English

German, IT

Yeah, any school.

I don’t sing it-

Ever ever

I never sing

The boredom song

Am I missing

Out on beauty?

Is it better

To bore or not?

I am confused,

For I do mis...

Poetry

I Need It

Deonora P

1 min read

My father told me about it once. A place, a thing, a time, I don’t really know what, but no-one can see your face. He called it darkness. He’s said it was like everyone went a little blind. He called it night.

A time, a place, a thing, I don’t know what, but no-one can see your face.

I go on a hunt for this mythical magic, this opportunity. A time where no-one can see my scars. Or is it a place?...

I’ll keep going Till The Day

Deonora P

1 min read

I’m praying to the lord, I’m facing the sky.

I’m praying to the lord, every day, just as the sun starts to rise, as the sun starts to set, as the sun is at its zenith in the sky.

I’m praying that this year, everything will go right. Maybe I’ll get a little richer, a little happier, a little wiser, maybe my family will get a little bigger.

I’m praying that this year, everything will go right. Ma...

Just A Little Bit. Please

Deonora P

1 min read

“Hey, hey. Please?” I try. Nothing. No response. She doesn’t move.

“Just. Move a bit. A tiny bit. Please.”

Nothing.

“Just- A tiny tiny bit. The slightest movement.”

Nothing.

The damn cat just yawns right in my face and goes back to sleep. Worse yet, I can’t bring myself to move her. So she’s just gonna stay on my chest all night, great. Thanks cat....

Oops

Deonora P

1 min read

I prayed this was one of my smaller mistakes.

I just wasn’t thinking.

How was I meant to be?

On today of all days.

The washing machine beeps.

I’m too scared.

I walk one more circle of the kitchen, eat one more carrot stick.

I approach the washing machine.

I can already see. It’s pink.

I take the singular offending sock out.

The shirts are all pink. All of them.

I prayed this was one of ...

Humour

What I Am Good At

Deonora P

1 min read

If it wasn’t for the tiny bit of self preservation I have left, I would slam my head onto the table right now.

Apparently hearing the incoherent roaring within my skull, the librarian loudly shushes us all.

My laptop screen goes red. Wrong again. As always.

It’s not like I’m bad at maths. I know 1+1 makes 2 and 27x3 is 27+27+27 which is… 54+27… Which is 81. I think. And that used to be enough. ...

Again And Again

Deonora P

1 min read

Badum badum badum badum badum.

Steady. Rhythmic. Again and again.

Badum badum badum badum badum.

Your heart at resting rate. Steady. Rhythmic. Again and again.

Badum badum badum badum badum.

Pumping blood around, head to toe. Steady. Rhythmic. Again and again.

Badum badum badum badum badum.

Your heart at resting rate. Steady. Rhythmic. Again and again.

Badum Badumbadum badumbadum.

Speedin...