Onion

Onion3102

Australia

I drink way too much tea (with three sugars might I add), I like hugs a lot & thesaurus.com happens to be my best friend. The older I get, the more introverted I get.

Message from Writer

You'd think that by the amount of writing I do on this website that I would have something interesting here but boy were you wrong.

Published Work

nye

a delicious silence on the still eve-
that's the way I welcome the new year
the refreshing calm that comes with it
almost as if its in the breeze that rustles my hair.

as good as a souvenir from a place never been,
the wonder of the approaching year turns to disenchantment. 
I simply aspire for a better year 
is that too much to ask for?

 

chinese restaurant

4 pm lunch at our favourite Chinese restaurant
perfectly content with the steaming bowl of rice
more dishes arrive, plated precise and neat 
on grandmother's lapis blue china.
It starts to pour outside
the wind now blowing blankets of droplets
threatening weak umbrellas-
the people like disorganised ants,
scurrying to shelter.

 

flats, naturals and sharps

flats, naturals and sharps.
her fingers dance gracefully across the board
the scale her worn out bible
teasing minors and messing with majors
her smooth transitions imitating only the best
landing perfect and nimble in key.




 

 

15 word stories- #14

That first delicious breath after sitting at the bottom of a pool- I adore it. 

15 word stories- #13

If the dreams you dream don't mean a single thing, what in the world does?

all i wish for is snow

Sipping sweet lukewarm cocoa,
the three mini marshmallows drown in the sweet milk.
Knitted sweaters too big for me,
the marmalade coloured wool form holes big enough for my thumb.
Colourful light bulbs dangle from the eaves,
staring at that one red bulb flickering occasionally. 
A raspy voice humming lullabies,
sweetly out of tune.
All I wish for is snow. 

 

blue

early 5 o'clock and sky some form of pathetic fallacy
streaks of azure blended with cobalt blue
the peaks of the asperitas buffed powder white 
not happy but not entirely sad
a romantic kind of sorrow-
beautiful in a way.

There's always too much gravity to feel the highs.
Maybe I should just make my bed among the lows.

The sky now clears
its arctic blue beauty teasing me,
decamping and moving on to the next.
Maybe I should too.

 

where did all the real people go

Where did all the real people go
magnified by their auras
souls screaming for a hint
a clue
something tangible
something real
in the flood of artificial existence we call life.


 

Open Prompt

i was already changing

I can't help but think what you meant
preaching your gospel of poetry
telling me it wasn't my fault
telling me to stop being sorry
telling me I was a good person

A smirk spreads across my face
the words pouring out of my mouth
chanting mellifluous​
You're never going to change me
I was already changing

 

15 word stories- #12

Speak up loudly child, for the world is your own and you are the world's.

stitches #contestfor69

As his bony fingers pull a needle through the walls of the ripped tissue of the heart, he couldn't help but wonder how much it would hurt. The patient lay bare on the operating table in the middle of the room, every aspect of her broken mind carefully placed on a tray nearby. With eyes clenched tight, he thought that she looked braver than others before her. Once again, sympathy flood in for the girl. He had never understood why humans, as intelligent as they were, fell for the same tricks over and over again, only hurting themselves and sometimes even causing irreversible damage in the process.

With something as flimsy and intangible as memories for thread, he weaves in and out, in and out, repeatedly, determined to not break the string- the continuous repetitive pattern calming his growing nerves. Sewing hearts together was risky business; sometimes it didn't work, causing more pain than before. Many had asked him before why he did...

to turn sixteen

I don't want to grow up.
To go into the world where fits of laughter,
are childish habits that simply needed to be tamed.

I don't want to grow up.
To grow into the adult that stops smiling
especially when eye-contact with a stranger is made.

I don't want to grow up.
To see the sky and field in grey
knowing my mind is who has been betrayed.

I don't want to grow up. 
To turn sixteen 
and be the one they called the afraid.





 

Why I Write

why i choose to write

Like an empty ceramic pot placed on the edge of a window sill in the rain, life happens to drop experiences and thoughts into my mind -something that shouldn't be taken for granted but something I still do. It's true that I never really saw the importance of writing or how one's writing could have an effect on not only others but themselves. If you know me, you know I write when I have no time. It's a way of procrastinating especially when I know I may not even make it for the deadline for that assessment handed out at the beginning of the year. But is it time wasted when I enjoy that time (Something I ponder often due to my philosophical side)? 
However, why I choose to write is a completely different story altogether.
I choose to write to ease the burden that establishes itself on my chest during times when I just can't do it anymore.
I choose to write to...

Your World in Three Senses

tokyo's first blush

Muted tones of warm pastels filled the sky, the heads of people buried in their coats on their way to work. Peaceful city sounds fill the silent atmosphere almost as if Tokyo was still waking up. My apartment lay bare in the cool winter morning, the chill of the air creeping across my tarnished floor threatening to tickle my toes...

i stare

I hate watching you. In the corridors, with friends- a smile slapped on your face, greeting me as if I was an acquaintance. You ask how I've been with the same tasteless grin you use for everyone, laughing pathetically at the lame jokes I crack. Ticking the box of speaking to me once a week, you walk off, satisfied with one less task to do. Still, I stare, wondering why I keep doing this to myself.
 
I hate seeing you. Sitting only a few metres away, you clearly know I'm here. Continuing to giggle at your screen, I know it's about something better than I ever was. Yet my eyes linger looking at yours, hoping for some form of reaction. Even a smile would become the highlight of my day but nevertheless, I know that's too much to ask for. Still, I stare, wondering why I keep doing this to myself.

I hate you. The way you took me...

15 word stories- #11

If I did silence my phone, will my mind finally surrender any ideas about you?

this is how i dress

I tie my laces high-
my boots perfectly tight. 
Maybe if I stretch the laces
everything may work out right.

Buttoning up my shirt is easy
every clasp finally secured.
If I do up the top one
will I have finally matured?

Statement jewellery adorns my neck
the sparkle brighter than the sun.
Perhaps I'm overthinking this
just like everything else I've done.

Drawing out my eyeliner
black wings appear to spread
Is it possible they are too small?
Too small to fly from problems ahead?

 

#15WordStories winners announced!!!

Hi everyone,

So I know that these results should've been announced ages ago but of course, I have been busy procrastinating and dead tired. Alas, today seemed like the perfect day as I am dead bored which is aHHHHHHHHHHhh. Anyway, what you've all been waiting for!!!

Category 1- Nature in Humanity:
1st Place: SomeFormofWriting
Humans can be ruthless like a storm or calming like the pitter-patter of a rainfall.
Weaving both prompts into your response was such a power move- good on you! I love the metaphors and imagery. 

2nd Place: Made4Love
Her joy bubbles up, overflowing, like a stream in spring rains. He drowns in it.
Lovely pieces! The metaphor/similie in this piece is amazing. All of your pieces are beautiful in their own unique way; great job!

3rd Place: Squid Bean
The white doll, now a girl, grinned into the mirror, dropped the girl she shattered.
The vibe of your story is so cool.. I love the way...

15 word stories- #10

Having the power to love someone is giving the power for them to hurt you...  

foxmillionaire's 25 Question Q&A

SO. I haven't done something like this and tbh I've always wanted to do it lol. I try to be interesting but you can decide for yourself... This is from Foxmillionaire's 25 Question Q&A!


1. If you could swap personalities with anyone who would you swap with? 
Well... I guess one of my fav English teachers- she has this ability to make you wonder whether she actually likes you and gosh her ability to make Pride and Prejudice puns are... well... it's a universally acknowledged truth tbh.

Online, it would have to be ChairsRAwesome or Araw or Anha or any of my amazing friends cause they are all awesome and have super personalities!

2. What is your style in clothing?
 Usually, I go for skinny jeans and button up shirt and massive boots (my doc martens never fail me). I never seem to run out of statement jewellery, especially earrings which is super weird (I want more).

3 What are...

Reminder (15 word stories comp)!

Hey Ya'll,

This is just a reminder that the deadline for the 15-word stories comp will end in a week from now! Already, there have been so many amazing entries and if anyone knows me, they know I can't make a decision to save my own life let alone choose the best of these entries so yea, I have my work cut out for me. 

If you haven't already done so, please give this comp a go cause it's super easy and fun (if I do say so myself). The categories for the comp are: Nature in humanity and If I could, I would.

Of course, the main rule is that there can only be 15 words. 

There will be three winners in each category and for each category:
1st place= A follow and a review on a piece of their choice
2nd place= A review on a piece of their choice
3rd place= A follow

crucial...

a yellow raincoat

Being a washed out child-prodigy definitely had its disadvantages…
 If there was one thing Matthew Bennet did not understand, it was humans. Mathematically, not a single human had followed any prediction he made, regardless of how much data he had collected, graphed and hypothesised. He had always taken into account several environmental variables, making sure that each individual of an experiment was valid and it always puzzled him that when graphed, there was no consistency in attitude or reactions, what-so-ever.
 
It was only when Matthew noticed the blinding yellow raincoat of a puny girl on a Wednesday morning that he observed a new orange juice stain on his indigo tie. “You’re weird[1].” she had remarked as he nearly passed, completely irked by the face Matthew made in an effort to scrape off the stain.
“What makes you say that?” he replied, now psychoanalysing the girl that stood in his way.
 
“Well for a start, no one...

15 word stories- #9

Please show me what it actually means to be yours- I dare to do so.

#WishIFelt

I wish I felt angry.
The way you so easily moved on,
walking on past me like I didn't exist.

I wish I felt sad.
The way you were able to forget me,
and glaze your eyes whenever you saw me.


I wish I felt at peace.
That way I could so easily move on,
walking on past you like you didn't exist.

I wish I felt happy.
That way I could forget you,
and glaze my eyes whenever I saw you.

 

15 word story Competition (#15wordstories)

Heyo everyoneeeeeeeee!

 So I have been on this website for some time and I just have to say everyone here is soo nice!! I've also noticed tonnes of you love competitions so here is one just for you people!

One of my most popular series (not really but okay) is my 15-word stories. Now, these are super easy to write and probably only take two minutes to think of and write. I think anyone can write these and I want to see what you can do!

I'm thinking of having two main categories: Nature in humanity and If I could, I would.
Of course, the main rule is that there can only be 15 words. It would also be great if you could include #15wordstories in your title as well as leaving a link in the comments.

There will be three winners in each category and for each category:
1st place= A follow and a review on a piece of...

15 word stories- #8

Explain how I know it's you stepping into the room already crowded with empty souls...

15 word stories- #7

"It's almost as if I miss the very experience we wanted, but never went through."

15 word stories- #6

I can't even think to hate you; you're too pretty for me to do that.


 

a masterpiece had been created

When God sculpted you,
He knew you would go in His gallery.
And so the angels agreed;
a masterpiece had been created.

Cheekbones chiselled high,
blush rouged right, 
meticulous hand-painted freckles,
and irises that induce opia to the eye of the viewer.

Never before had a smile been so deceiving,
hints of menace curled in your lips.
Yet the simplicity of your heart
just enough to turn men into boys again.

Every step echoes promise,
your mind beyond the now
and into the future.
A future so real.

And when I saw you,
I knew you too were in His gallery.
And I knew that the angels had agreed
a masterpiece had been created.
 

the art of escape- #songtitlepoem

Walking the streets of the city,
a feeling of kenosoipa arises.
We could do it all again,
just take my hand.

Swimming in the ocean,
not a soul in sight.
We could do it all again,
just take my hand.

Roaming around broken bookshops,
the shelves our kingdom.
We could do it all again,
just take my hand.

Escaping from reality,
the only art we've mastered.
And we could do it all again,
just take my hand. 
 

15 word stories (special)- #lifelemons

"No, I'm not saying to make lemonade but rather squeeze the life out of it."

just breathe

Grief
It's bony fingers precisely prick needles into your heart,
tears welling up in your eyes.
Suffocating, unable to breathe,
It's nothing you can control.

I could've.

They would've.

I should've.

There's nothing you can do,
It's over.
Just.
Stop.
Please.

Just breathe.
 

15 word stories- #5

Do I still stroll on through your mind, just like you always do in mine?

the oxford comma

Who cares about the Oxford comma?
The dramas it creates 
It leaves only remains of mass destruction;
essays in a terrible state.

It's a stylistic type of writing
That is what they claim 
But when it comes to sophistication,
It's, sadly, just a bit of a shame.

The guy who happened to create it 
Herbert Spencer is the name, 
coined the phrase "survival of the fittest"
now that's something for the surname

It starts with some list,
unfortunate items line up.
Just to have a comma right at the end
come and mess it all up.

Bitterness, anger and tears
that's what's caused according to Grammarly users
this comma happens gives me nightmares
and I'm not trying to abuse her

Now I'm not trying to dis the comma
No, no, no.
Its just my perspective
It's something we need to outgrow.



 

15 word stories- #4

Wrapped in your arms, the world could be on fire and I wouldn't really know.

15 word stories- #3

When you hug me, the squeeze just a little tighter means the world to me.

poetry

poetry
/pəʊɪtri/
noun

  1. literary work in which the expression of feelings and ideas is given intensity by the use of distinctive style and rhythm; poems collectively or as a genre of literature.
Sure poetry is a vessel,
a way for teenagers to express petty angst.

Sure poetry expresses feelings,
demonstrating ideas for teachers to rip to shreds.

Sure poetry includes rhythm,
inspiring sad musicians to sing with new-found joy.

Sure poetry involves imagery,
enough to describe the very life of the writer.

But sure poetry is enough,
enough to make you see the world uniquely. 

the water in a human

Two parts hydrogen.
One part oxygen.
The globules of life. 
It's within me
and within you.

Sinking deep
into the pool of existence,
the lagoon of isolation
It's the water in a human
that makes us the same.





 

a downfall worthy of a king

Looming over me, the castle courtyard walls caught my breath. An overpowering stench of beer from the night before ruined the low hum of voices from the surrounding soldiers. The morning sun refused to shed any warmth onto my dewy coat, adding to the miserableness of the morning. Hoping for a distraction from the coldness of the tip of my nose, a sound so sudden and chill pierced the dampness of the moody atmosphere.

“What is that noise?”

I followed Seyton’s eyes as they turned reluctantly to meet Macbeth’s.
“It is the cry of women, my good lord,” he replied.
It was well known throughout the land that Macbeth was an ambitious man and I wasn’t too surprised when I overheard him explain to Seyton that he had forgotten what it felt like to be scared or feel fear. It’s almost funny to think that my king who once was as fragile as the very crystal he drank out of...

Orange

オレンジは
うつくしいだよ
オレンジだ

***translation:
Orange is
It's beautiful.
Orange.

moments

Moments come and moments go
I know you desperately want to stay.
To savour what will be memories,
what will soon be the past,
and what you will forget.

I can tell you that the smiles do fade.
and so do the smells, the touches
the way you see me 
and the way I see you.

Moments come and moments go
You know I desperately want you to stay. 
To savour what will be memories 
what will soon be the past
and what I will forget.



 

15 word stories- #2

You make closing my heavy eyes even more easier than it should really ever be...

once again

Once again, the jar slipped.
I watched it,
tumble and roll
only to break.
Once again.

Once again, I slipped.
Watching myself fall,
into your blue eyes.
Into a terribly sweet bliss.
All over again. 



 

15 word stories- #1

Give me words to keep in a box, for me to hide from the world.