Perry Roemeria

We’ll see how long I can keep this up and how many pieces I say fuck it and actually post

Writings

Followers

Following

Perry Roemeria

We’ll see how long I can keep this up and how many pieces I say fuck it and actually post

Writings

Followers

Following

Bubble

Perry Roemeria

1 min read

My safe little space

My shimmering field

Delicately glinting under the sun

I’m special in my bubble

My safe little space

I can’t see anyothers

Only the blue warped people

Staring in with huge faces

And misproportioned features

Wobbly voices sometimes

Filter through

My safe little space

My shimmering field

Alien to my ears

I ignore them

Their misproportioned features

Their wobbly voices

They...

Poetry

Science fiction

Opening The Cupboard

Perry Roemeria

1 min read

The sun glows

a warm orange drooping heavy in the sky

Grumbling voices over

Grumbling stomaches

Soup

Olive oil

Onions

Garlic

Tomatoes

chopped but it’s juices kept

Water

Salt

Pepper

And two cans of beans from the cupboard...

Goodbye Sweater Weather

Perry Roemeria

1 min read

On floor a basket filled with my avoidance. Accumulated sweat and dirt and lake water in a basket with a couple shirts pants and wet wet socks. Above the wafting laundry are the hoards of sweaters. The occasional piece of formal wear stuck on a velvety hanger in the back and floofy skirts clipped in. Searching for what to wear evokes the click clack of hanger given its so tightly packed in only th...

Latrine

Perry Roemeria

1 min read

“Content with that?”

“Yes. It’s the deepest I’ve gone and I’ve belled it in a really nice form.”

“It’s almost as deep as you are tall”

“Exactly”

Large grin. The best that could be done. No time pressure. Fulfilled expectations. Exceeded expectations. Had to work for it. Enjoy the result. Christen it with a good poo....

Poetry

Humour

Poplar

Perry Roemeria

1 min read

A gentle wind tickles the leaves of a poplar standing at the edge of the woods. They wiggle and flick forward and back. The rising sun a beacon of warmth emerging the from a cold horizon, painting each leaf in its view in golden dew. The birds whistle and sing under the nearby canopy surrounding the poplar in sweet encouragement....

Romance

Brother Mine

Perry Roemeria

2 min read

Paranoid they called him. Crazy, schizophrenic, a lunatic. So they locked him away. I was 7 he was 19. My parents were glad to have a normal kid like me. I get As and Bs in school, I am on the track team, and I don’t yell and scream at invisible people. Then the doctors said he could come home. They don’t want him to come home but they were too weak against the guilt people tried to lay on them. W...

Crime, mystery & thriller