A.P.M

Joined October 2017

0 stories

Bio

Greetings and salutations, my name is Allie and I'm an aspiring author and poet. I'm currently in my junior year of college studying social media marking and business administration.

Instagram: @ohallison_

Stories (15/0)

Barbie
Somewhere, maybe in a dusty box in your attic, or maybe sitting quietly on the shelf of a charity shop, somewhere, there is a Barbie,
By A.P.M 9 months ago in Poets
The Fireplace
There's a fire that stays lit in the very pit of my stomach. It burns when he raises his voice, It burns when his knuckles clinch, they shift from pink to stark white,
By A.P.M 9 months ago in Poets
I Like to Take Pictures
I like to take pictures. I like to take pictures, it feels as if I'm having morning coffee with you. Through the sound of the shutter of my camera I can hear your voice; whispering unfathomable sweetness, filling my head with such wonderful nonsense,
By A.P.M 2 years ago in Poets
It's here
I hear it. A tiny shout in the void. Questioning me. Taunting me. The creaking of my floorboards in the darkness, lightly moaning under its weight, the old oak tree it once was begging for mercy.
By A.P.M 4 years ago in Poets
Flames, and what replaced them.
You've come here, out of the flames that is your life's work, and you demand my attention. You grab my scared wrist, and scream into my face, spitting hot coals into the back of my throat, leaving my hands blackened and shaking, as the tears rolls down my face, my body's last attempts to extinguish the presence of you, the water droplets singe, evaporating from my skin.
By A.P.M 4 years ago in Poets
Faith.
I love you. Sometimes I doubt you. Sometimes I feel alone. I feel as if every day becomes more, and more, unbearable. I feel as if I were Atlas holding up the weight of the worlds on my shoulders, crippling me in every shape and form.
By A.P.M 5 years ago in Poets
Me
I hate everything about myself. I hate how my voice is so high pitched it shatters eardrums and champagne glasses like an earthquake.
By A.P.M 5 years ago in Poets
Faith.
I love you. Sometimes I doubt you. Sometimes I feel alone. I feel as if every day becomes more, and more, unbearable. I feel as if I were Atlas holding up the weight of the worlds on my shoulders, crippling me in every shape and form.
By A.P.M 5 years ago in Poets
A Love Letter to You
I don't think I could ever fully understand you. I can't grasp you in one whole, I just slowly have to discover you piece by piece.
By A.P.M 5 years ago in Poets
Baptism
I watch you lean back, and cross your arms delicately at your throat your thumb in your palm and your fingers resting atop it.
By A.P.M 5 years ago in Poets
Bubbles
I pull myself under, counting the seconds before I become breathless, I can feel what little life is left come bubbling out of my mouth and through my nose.
By A.P.M 5 years ago in Poets
Own Me
I never wanted to fall in love. I never wanted to care for someone. I just want the man in my headphones to sing me a lullaby and kiss me goodnight like I’m the love of his life.
By A.P.M 5 years ago in Poets

A.P.M

Bio

Stories .css-19zxm0z-Text{display:inline-block;color:var(--text-default-mute);}(15/0)

Barbie

The Fireplace

I Like to Take Pictures

It's here

Flames, and what replaced them.

Faith.

Me

Faith.

A Love Letter to You

Baptism

Bubbles

Own Me

Stories (15/0)