🐺Raquel Paiva🐺

Originally from Portugal, in South Africa since 2010. I love horror stories and anything philosophical. Follow me on FB, IG, TW and TikTok: raquel_paiva_author; my page www.raquelpaivaauthor.co.za, or my blog www.talesofthewolfmoon.blogspot.com

🐺Raquel Paiva🐺

The Scars On Our Hearts

🐺Raquel Paiva🐺

1 min read

Painful memories of shattered dreams

Unreciprocated loves, baffled screams

All that wasn’t but should have been

And all that was that I wish I hadn’t seen.

Choking tears that I never cried

Burning me inside before they died

The lump in the throat, the suffocation

Life is cruel, the blunt realisation.

Not everything is what it seems

Bright darkness and lightless beams

Thus are the scars on our h...

Poetry

Drama

I am Justice

🐺Raquel Paiva🐺

1 min read

Someone has to do the job. In a world where governments fail to protect their citizens, I believe I’m heaven-sent. All my victims deserved it and none of them is missed. How do you kill your own children to hurt your ex? How do you open fire on your own people to protect your position and title? How do you enjoy the luxury you buy from the money you don’t pay your employees while their children cr...

Crime

Eyes Like Molten Gold

🐺Raquel Paiva🐺

1 min read

His molten gold eyes locked mine. Something was sweltering within as if a prelude to the unavoidable crisis. I knew now that I had made him furious even if I had had no intention. Perhaps I should have known better. His kind is different and anything can ignite them. As he stepped toward me, I stepped away from him. I wanted to run, but it was as if his incandescent eyes had somehow paralysed me. ...

Little Snail

🐺Raquel Paiva🐺

1 min read

Little snail, I am sorry I stepped on you.

I was not careful, I was clumsy

And now I don't know what to do.

Little snail, I really hope you survive

I've given you shelter

And I am trying to keep you alive.

Little snail, please don't die

I hope your shell grows

Stay alive, please don't make me cry.

Based on true facts... :( Hope the little one makes it.

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Not Your Toy

🐺Raquel Paiva🐺

1 min read

I am not a toy to be used

An object to be abused

I'm alive and I can feel

Don't play me at your will.

You loved me as a baby

I was so cute and furry

But I have my needs too

And I also go to the loo.

You pull my tail and ears

Ignore my pleas and fears

Then you're angry if I bite

Leave me sleeping outside at night

I don't understand your rules

Humans to me seem fools

If only you listened to what ...

W.I.N.E.

🐺Raquel Paiva🐺

7 min read

Paul stopped his blue VW Polo in front of the wrought iron gate. As he took his arm out to press the button, he scrutinised the intricate leaves chiselled to the smallest detail in the massive gate. It was as if he was trying to extract answers from them.

He was visiting the local vineyard, whose wine everybody claimed to be the best the world had ever tasted. Cape wine and Porto wine were mere ...

Horror

Crime, mystery & thriller

Echoes of Loss

🐺Raquel Paiva🐺

1 min read

You deny it, you can't accept

It hurts too much to be true

Maybe it's just a nightmare

How could it have happened to you?

'Please, tell me it didn't happen

Tell me this is all a bad dream.'

You beg from the depths of despair

Hoping it's just fate's scheme

But there is no denying

Angry tears roll down your face

Why you, what have you done?

'I did not deserve this disgrace!'

You recoil in bed, q...

Poetry

The Ocean of Life

🐺Raquel Paiva🐺

1 min read

A tiny boat

That's how I feel

Powerless

Fragile

Vulnerable

In the ocean of life

Sometimes calm

Flat as a mirror

Other times not

Trying to survive

In the turmoil of waves

Drowning

Surfacing

Tumbling

Unable to breathe

It can't be controlled

It has a will of its own.

That's the mighty ocean.

That's life.

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An Orchid A Day

🐺Raquel Paiva🐺

1 min read

It was your favourite flower

Until your dying hour

Light pink with crimson spots

Like your freckles, sweetest dots

And petals as soft as your skin.

I always remember your grin

When you held them in your hands

Gifts from your family and friends.

The joy in your sky-blue eyes

A heart that knew no lies,

Like the innocent child you were

Believing evil could never occur.

You never lost your glee

It ...

Poetry

Drama

My Name Is Justice

🐺Raquel Paiva🐺

1 min read

My name is Justice.

I stand for the helpless.

For those who can’t speak

The vulnerable and weak

In the hands of the heartless

Victims of greed and malice.

You may say that I don't exist

Or that I take too long to occur

But understand it if you can

When I'm in the hands of Men

They turn me into a big blur

And I'm unable to assist.

I am always nearby

I am not out of reach

Just a bit of goodwill

D...

Poetry