Lolly Vieira

Joined May 2021

159 stories

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Welcome to my writing page where I make sense of all the facets of myself.

I'm an artist of many mediums and strive to know and do better every day.

https://linktr.ee/lollyslittlelovelies

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I'm Still Here
Where have I gone? I can't say I'm sure. Maybe I left in the middle of folding laundry, staring for far too long at the ceiling fan spin
By Lolly Vieira6 months ago in Poets
Reflection
I peeled myself again last night ten layers of skin shed on the floor naked in a room of mirrors that refused to lie. The last one came off slow
By Lolly Vieira6 months ago in Poets
The Chromatic Uprising
A dear friend once told me that my true colors chew through canvases and lick the sky. I bled blue once, not metaphorically, but literally,
By Lolly Vieira6 months ago in Poets
I can't use em dashes anymore—
I can't use em dashes anymore— otherwise I'm AI. No matter that writers have been using em and en dashes since their literal creation—
By Lolly Vieira6 months ago in Poets
Inside Out. Content Warning.
I swim alone in a despairing ocean salt water stinging my eyes it's not tears, I swear.. It's just that well, sometimes,
By Lolly Vieira6 months ago in Poets
Mug
I am the mug on the drying rack clean, dry, still warm from the rinse. Not abandoned just resting. Ready to be needed.
By Lolly Vieira6 months ago in Poets
PAINt
PAINt by Lolly Vieira This piece is a confession. A scream softened into color. It is the truth of living inside a body that doesn’t always obey,
By Lolly Vieira6 months ago in Art
Silent Screams
I scream so loud it's silent. My throat closes from the tension, the violent vibrations stay stunted inside. Perhaps one day I'll explode,
By Lolly Vieira6 months ago in Poets
The Sky Burns. Content Warning.
The night sky splits open not from wonder, but from war, each crack of gunpowder pride a siren call for every wounded thing
By Lolly Vieira6 months ago in Poets
Success. Content Warning.
I'm stumped these days by what people call success. The definition seems to have narrowed to only mean individual financial wealth
By Lolly Vieira6 months ago in Poets
X-Ray Vision
I see myself from the inside out veins stretched like roots, smile blooming during a downpour of pain, feet planted firmly upside down.
By Lolly Vieira6 months ago in Poets
Growing From One. Content Warning.
The years of my youth were spent learning lessons about how solitude meant safety. Alone meant no abuse. No mouth other than mine?
By Lolly Vieira7 months ago in Poets

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I'm Still Here

Reflection

The Chromatic Uprising

I can't use em dashes anymore—

Inside Out. Content Warning.

Mug

PAINt

Silent Screams

The Sky Burns. Content Warning.

Success. Content Warning.

X-Ray Vision

Growing From One. Content Warning.

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