Mirrelle Beneffitte

Joined February 2021

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Creative Writer based in UK; BA Cultural Studies

Whatever I experience or encounter matters, the rest is objective.
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Blue Has Turned Black
You didn’t have time to converse with me giving me a quarter of an hour to speak my mind and heart * I felt like I was on death row
By Mirrelle Beneffitte5 days ago in Poets
Blue 9
Who was I for you? Hardly a worn-out piece of blue Unimportant, forgotten Lying on the corner of every street And at the bottom of your bag
By Mirrelle Beneffitte12 days ago in Poets
Blue 8
The way you speak, the way you act Leaving everything in the worst of disgust Those little gestures you can’t avoid They display your deceitful nature
By Mirrelle Beneffitte12 days ago in Poets
Blue 7
I won’t be your next whore dressed in a chic glitter and gold washing a dirty bucket and throwing splashes under the sink
By Mirrelle Beneffitte14 days ago in Poets
Blue 6
Looking at you through blue lenses Where have you been and where are you standing Today, or rather lying On your back
By Mirrelle Beneffitte16 days ago in Poets
Blue 5
You wanted to be in charge of my life Why would I want that? You were just a trinket on The Starry Night sky Singing me songs of the supremacy
By Mirrelle Beneffitte16 days ago in Poets
Blue 4
Every time I'm talking to you I imagine the way you could appear to suit me through Our arduous times together And each time I feel disappointed like during a disastrous hurricane
By Mirrelle Beneffitte17 days ago in Poets
Blue 3
You are like a lost case In the middle of the ocean Trying to shift my attention to Things I am not attentive to Like stupid gestures
By Mirrelle Beneffitte17 days ago in Poets
The Dance of Life
I sit alone in my vast house After you left me last fall It was sudden, no one could have foreseen And yet I still reminisce
By Mirrelle Beneffitte2 months ago in Poets
Bad Influence
when I caught your eye from across the room you were in a disparate hue than you appear now all smothered in that slippery ground
By Mirrelle Beneffitte2 months ago in Poets
LOVEIV
different drugs every day in the morning – melancholy from the writer’s sappy poem in the afternoon – blues singing sorrow for morrow
By Mirrelle Beneffitte2 months ago in Poets
This Drug Called Love
you suggested that I played games with you when in fact you were the first who decided to play; you were like a little boy with your toys
By Mirrelle Beneffitte2 months ago in Poets

Mirrelle Beneffitte

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Blue Has Turned Black

Blue 9

Blue 8

Blue 7

Blue 6

Blue 5

Blue 4

Blue 3

The Dance of Life

Bad Influence

LOVEIV

This Drug Called Love

Stories (167/0)