I love to write. Mostly about people who have affected me somehow in my life so far. I feel that what I write is a perfect portrayal of my thoughts on someone or something. So to me, they are all quiet personal pieces of writing. more »
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Solene O'Brien Poems
Cells On The Sea
Two individual cells, roaming around in the world Quite similar and quite alone All the beautiful things that the cells might see But they’re not sure that they’d call it home
There's a scent I can't forget And it sets my cells on fire I miss home, the one you created I want it always in me, an instinct for safety.
This male is on my mind, this male is in my heart This male on this Earth, knows his part And all I can say, is that I love my dad, Shane. This male means the world to me
Ohh Lift me up in the lacy light, of your room Cream walls painted like, our skin ohh Lift me up in the sunshine, this morning.
He was pale honey Paler than honey was the night Softer than satin was the light, from the stars. Eyes were blue diamonds
We both cried that night. Something changed, we grew connected, through a pain. And I hate that guy. I’m over him, glad to be too, but I’m not the same.
Thinking wild, thinking of everything, that I love We, were both just a child, sensing everything, for a short while. Maybe the days we have aren’t long, living apart for far too long I close my eyes and what do I see
I can run, faster than you lie Faster than your eyes When they make me weak at the knees. I can take, away my heart
My boy is Swedish, my boy is mine, but he doesn't say he'll be staying. My boy is Swedish, my boy is mine, and he has the most charming grey eyes. He doesn't say, all the things that you did. Now don’t you feel sick, don’t you feel sick. And science agrees with all of his genes
You taste like purple, electric sounds I feel the senses, dripping, straight from my mouth. You taste like cologne, and hot worn jeans My darling take them off, in this heat for me.
I want to be with you right now Laying on your leather couch Your honey hair's my only doubt But my love, i'll work it out.
The confused girl, confused daughter Met a prince online and they loved each other But her past stains the idea Her past really stains the idea.
Dr.Pepper and a doe-eyed gaze When you see her maybe break her daze She wants some love straight away Someone loves her, but not today.
I can see a little light, the only one in sight It's coming closer, and here for me It's all I can see I love it.
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Cells On The Sea
Two individual cells, roaming around in the world
Quite similar and quite alone
All the beautiful things that the cells might see
But they’re not sure that they’d call it home
Until, suddenly, they float right to the English sea
See you and me.
Two single cells on a raft, roaming around the world
Quite comfortable and quite concord
And separate as they are, they are one in their hearts
But the tides push hard against the shore
And beat, suddenly, sometimes the waves tore them apart
Cells on the sea.