#obwords

[ocean-blind]

I was raised inside, born in August, which is mostly all right because it decays quickly.

Yiwei Chai, from To My Mother on the Rocks

Published in @ocean-blind’s D E A R (Diluvial Series Vol. II)

[ocean-blind]

I remember my dress floating thunder beneath me, a thrush's hymn in the mist, I remember boy’s gift to girl: a shot-gun and its silver bullet, is this the heirloom I will pass down generations? is his pride my only mortal joy?

Jupiter Reed, from Requiem for an Heirloom 

Published in @ocean-blind’s ORIGINS, Diluvial Series: Volume I

[ocean-blind]

I am only a girl but listen, you are not to blame for their blackened dreams. dear girl, rain becomes acid at your touch.

Camillea, from Untitled

Published in @ocean-blind’s ORIGINS, Diluvial Series: Volume I

[ocean-blind]

Hi guys! We’re happy to announce the release of ORIGINS, the first volume of the Diluvial Series. 

This work is a collection of 8 poems from the members of Ocean-Blind, and will be available here for free. 

Reblog to spread the word! Thank you for your support, and we hope you enjoy reading it!

Love from, Ocean-Blind

[ocean-blind]

If silence is just a theory, I want no more of your theories. I want to be like a plant, something that grows itself toward light.

Kristin Chang, from Wound theory

Upcoming in @ocean-blind’s Diluvial Series: Volume I

[ocean-blind]

I am a slaughterhouse, which is to say, I am the god who is not girl’s god.

Jupiter Reed, from Requiem for an Heirloom

Upcoming in @ocean-blind’s Diluvial Series: Volume I