Ria

Joined November 2020

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An aspiring writer- My first time being a open book.

My poetry is emotionally driven and my short stories are widely inspired. I hope you find something in my collection that tickles your fancy. Thank you.

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Idols of Remembrance
She floated down the endless hallway, draped in frail cloth, her name long since lost to time. The ornate halls before her were dressed in an array of colors, and amazingly different sights. To her left and right stood statues of those who came before her. Like me, who they are has been lost in the Halls of Eternity. Some of the statues were much older than others, their names and features had begun to fade. But those of the Old Ones carried in stages of decomposition. Each idol was dressed and decorated as if they were captured from where they stood in their prime; natural flora lay around them. She stopped in her tracks, a newer statue stood before her. Oh Dear, when did you get here?
By Ria 4 months ago in Fiction
30 Years
A milestone occasion // All the memories that could've been // All the ones already set // Pictures holding memories // Cementing captured feelings // It's what we keep tangible // To keep holding on.
By Ria 8 months ago in Poets
Ms. Memories
I have memories of her- they dance vividly in my mind The love in her embrace and the warmth of her home Her hugs- a language all their own
By Ria 10 months ago in Poets
All Out of Spite
All that she does- is done out of spite. Her spite masquerades as defiance. She lives out of spite, breathes out of spite, and one day will die out of spite. When she is no longer willing to act defiant- to carry her spiteful nature in her chest.
By Ria about a year ago in Confessions
Denial
Her eyes seem to blur, but not from the slow tears she can't control. The ones that creep up, well up, and over run the barricade.
By Ria about a year ago in Poets
The Apex
You stand in silence// At its apex// Alone and lonely. Waiting on baited breath// For whispers in the wind. No pillars of community to guard you// Shadows eager to consume you.
By Ria about a year ago in Poets
Different Kind of Warmth
In the beginning, stepping underneath the bright lights would warm the surrounding air, and speaking was as easy as breathing. As the years went on becoming accustomed to the lights and their power- feeding off the warmth, and brightness.
By Ria 2 years ago in Poets
A Letter to Him
Every part of me is yours so long as you'll have it. I appreciate you and all that you are. Spending hours with me, comforting me and making me smile when I get your notifications. You give me a reason to look forward to tomorrow. A spot light during ever dimming days.
By Ria 2 years ago in Humans
Don't Ask me Why
It's a sink hole that rips through her chest, agonizingly- suddenly aching over her loneliness. A maze of which the walls are made of impenetrable fog, unable to just walk through, unable to find an exit. When her chest tightens, her finger tips get tingly.
By Ria 2 years ago in Poets
What I could tell you
I wish I could tell you. Oh, what I could tell you- if only I could. All the jumbled words I have mangled in my mind, never letting them out - bottling them up inside hoping for them to quiet and die.
By Ria 2 years ago in Confessions
Worst Enemy
I am in fact My own worst enemy. Twisting my Insecurities Like a knife in my heart, The heaviness I feel won't ever subside
By Ria 2 years ago in Poets
Double Exposure
She was lucky enough to meet you/ Looking for people when she had one voice in her corner/ Her mind blossomed/ her heartbeat thrummed/ Her smile thrived.
By Ria 2 years ago in Poets

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Idols of Remembrance

30 Years

Ms. Memories

All Out of Spite

Denial

The Apex

Different Kind of Warmth

A Letter to Him

Don't Ask me Why

What I could tell you

Worst Enemy

Double Exposure

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Idols of Remembrance

30 Years

Ms. Memories

All Out of Spite

Denial

The Apex

Different Kind of Warmth

A Letter to Him

Don't Ask me Why

What I could tell you

Worst Enemy

Double Exposure

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