Dee Meinville

Joined May 2021

0 stories

Bio

"If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more."- Mr. Knightley, Austen's Emma

Struggling med student, tortured soul (what poetess isn't), devoutly Catholic. I write to express what goes unsaid and to stand for the voiceless.

Stories (18/0)

Ode to Lavinia
Oh poor dear ravish’d victim so sweet, They forced thee into silent disgrace. They cut thy tongue and caused thy defeat.
By Dee Meinville3 years ago in Poets
Ode to the Glorious Moon
No matter where I am, there you will always be. A comforting, familiar sight, just look up to see. You are the same in every country or state,
By Dee Meinville3 years ago in Poets
Fibers
We're all made up of fibers, And mine are black and blue. Black is what is hidden, my soul alone it stirs. Blue is like an old friend, loyal, honest, and true.
By Dee Meinville3 years ago in Poets
Elixir
The years are slowly taking their toll. Another hour, another minute, another piece of my soul. Drowning, fading, spiraling to death.
By Dee Meinville3 years ago in Poets
Stranger
Stranger © Desiree M. 2012 I am a stranger, foreign in this land. I see the world around me, and I just don't understand.
By Dee Meinville3 years ago in Poets
If I Ne'er Again Shall See Thee
If I Ne'er Again Shall See Thee (Or what I do when I'm procrastinating... Either way)... If I ne'er again shall see thee, Then prithee let me be thine Éponine.
By Dee Meinville3 years ago in Poets