Olivia Quarles

Grade: 10

Cleveland School of the Arts

Instructor: Meg See

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Poetry

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Haunted by dopamine sighs dripped in oxytocin highs
as I watch you smile with razor sharp pearly whites that
Bite down on luscious soft lips
Obsessively
Incessantly
Radient like the stars that sparkle up above
Intense brown eyes full of warmth and all
Consuming maddening hunger
Wild, unruly and unkept hair but watch out
Sensitive headed baby in intensive care
Dark melanin skin over towering rock hard physique
Rough sharpened edges and voodoo hips
Eyes full of romantic mysteriousness
Soft quiet voice sings sweet lullabies that sound
Like pure ecstasy drips
Like butterflies and adrenaline highs
Clashing over hehehaha mischievous laughs
Of pure bliss
It consumes me like ashes
Like wildfires between sheets
I love the burn and the release

Hate

Poetry

Hate

You hate yourself so loudly.
You scream it from the top of your lungs.
You try to act like you're fine when you're not
and your hatred for yourself permeates your speech.
"Don't worry about it."
"I'm okay."
"I'm sorry if I'm bothering you."
"I'm sorry if I act annoying."
Sorry this and sorry that.
You try to beat people to the punch like you're the punching bag.
You cover your ears with your hands and curl up into a ball.
So afraid to get hurt, so afraid of people loathing you,
that you decided it would hurt less if you hated yourself.
So you hate yourself the loudest, even though there was love
out there for you too. But you were too busy
screaming your hate over it, that you didn't hear it calling out your name too.

Skin

Poetry

Skin

I want to tear myself apart limb from limb
And wear my wounded skin inside out
Out of sight and mind as ashes disperse
Bone becomes blood becomes flesh becomes breath
Nonexistent in the deepest depths
Maybe then I'll be free
Because this skin does not belong to me