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    Welcome to Olive Skins.A literary platform for surreal and abstract poets and artists. You may find beautiful and brave writings here which shall stir your heart, will make you feel the pain, the words, the essence of poetry, prose, fiction. Olive skins indicate the underlying solid layers of things unspoken of, things that haunt you. So tell us in your words about pain, loss, life, in the most surrealistic way.    Do check out the theme for each month.   Happy writing.      

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    Kairos

    Dunking a cookie, O, sweet Fika! I realize You happened to possess perfect timing. You came at the right time And vanished at the right time too. I thank the gods we didn’t meet earlier, The consequences would have been…

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    Shell

      I’ll not wake up, no, swimming here in this conch shell of life, shadows tickling my ear, playing house while the real the world assumes it’s won. I’ll not confront it, no, kicking up the remains of reality swept…

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    My Hollow Chest

      The rain has to convey a million words of abandoned worth, To the lonely, desolate soil and my soul, stabbed with their judgmental different ways, This hole making me feel devoid in my hollow chest cannot be stitched by…

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    Submissions open now!

    The last couple of days were a bit hectic and I am sorry for not keeping up with Olive Skins. But I am back and we are excited now to read some more good surreal or abstract poetries and prose…

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    Tectonic Plates

      Tectonic plates move Under my feet Eerie sounds of the ground shifting Shifting my soul and my sense of self Hope eludes me as the root cause of my uneven understanding of self crumbles Swimming in sea fog and…

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    2 poems- Sameera Mansuri

    A prayer God won’t hear. The rain is suffocating inside the clouds The leaves are burning in agony I pluck flowers often and place them in my books wondering anything beautiful needs to be preserved. My eyes have begun resembling…

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    Red Rose

    A linguist stutters at her belly button Lover’s crawl up to her chest And drink upon the collarbone One hums his mother’s Spanish lullaby Another pleads for his father to stop The reckless beating She sits by the window pane…

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    2 poems – Megha Sood

    A thief called grief Grief always find its way like the water under the door an anxious child lost in the maze seeping quietly to places unknown it will sink and seep in your soul evade you at times. You…

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    Grieving the grief

      grief, a shout in the void where birds chirp and sing meaningless songs of love and heaven swings to it’s highest position in prayers but nothing is left, at least it looks like this.   my mouth is an…

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    An imprisoned poem

      Butterflies perched upon lashes The dark in my eyes is engulfing all Stars in yours A hiccup stung the memory of you I knit a bag of lies to carry on Shapely shoulders Disproportionate bones break like Twigs under…

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    A tree as a protest Art

        we talk in circles and to anyone they shout, ‘just get to the point already’ when none of them studied geometry or physics or Wordsworth or expectation you expect poetry to greet you like an old friend so,…

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