Poetry by Olivia Paris

              ​Christian Collins CC



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Blueberry juice 

I don’t know what I was built for in this world / often I think it’s not much / but I know I’m happy when my fingers are stained with blueberry juice and my face is stained with a smile / when the day or night feels as if it belongs to me and I feel empowered to act as such / when I can’t stop the words and words and words and words / and when I’ve got my arms around someone who has their arms around me / and it doesn’t matter our time runs quick because there is so much more to come





Front Row 


the combination of us inverts my world
undoes the ribbons ‘round all i know
old home in my heart / in all the music i borrow

want your attention / your obsession
i want us to sit front row 
to each other’s show 

and if i tell you to leave me / don’t
you’re all the phases of the moon
strengths of the sun 

in the lighting clouds 
distinctive and striking 
above the crowd / no similar connection 

anywhere to be found 
because i’m completely wrapped up 
not knowing a thing

not knowing how to be 
except you
belong with me

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Olivia Paris is a writer from Melbourne Australia. She is currently undergoing a degree in psychology in the heart of the city and loves riding the train with headphones on. When she isn't studying she writes on her beloved typewriter and struggles in pilates classes. Her Twitter handle is @Oliviapariis. 

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