Oh, Hello, O'Hara
Lauren O'Hara/Larry O'Harry/Laz Arah'O.
20/bigender/Garden State. A personified cacophony who creates destruction to get by.
I write and take pictures and doodle and stuff.

Photography | Drawings | Personal


likebutterflyheartbeats. 

_____ifoundallthislove____
_inthehollowofmybones_
aching____tobefreed_______________________________________

—L. O’Hara


work in progress #2 

i’m trippin’ on roadblocks,

flyin’ higher than kites
i didn’t run as a child,
stormin’ poor villages
hungry for rain,
drinkin’ rivers from prostitutes
hungry for pain

and the burnin’ is wild,

smokin’ cigarettes; ash
where the phoenixes come from,
curb stompin’ hearts
till the seams become undone,
poppin’ pills to stop hurt
don’t work
like a damp shock….

—L. O’Hara


"Doesn’t it simply fuck you up, how this’ll all be just a snippet in a book someday?"  - Lola Waters


posted 1 month ago on 25/4/2012+ 1 note
#quote #lola #book #life #sad #spilled ink

lush country. (from march 25, 2012) 


   eyes, searching
into caves;
he’d found maps

buried
in a nook of chest
long forgotten.

   fingers, planning
careful routes
on traversed skin,

though mostly by
rough hands
and sickles.

   lips, planting
seeds of love
in open fields

with tongue dance
to evoke
life-changing storms.

—L. O’Hara


failed autonomy. (from march 24, 2012) 

we are a flower:
you care just for me; i stretch
my arms to the world.

—L. O’Hara


typewriter music. (from march 18, 2012) 

push down, and gunshots.
each key makes unique blood on
battlefield pages.

—L. O’Hara


psych ward legs. (from march 15, 2012) 

peachy cacti
with outsides scarred

       former attempts
at red fruit juice.

—L. O’Hara


a collage. (from march 11, 2012) 

and the wild thing
beneath the surface
will
blow the leaves
too rough.

—L. O’Hara


rose petal crossroads. (for daniela karen) 

be the inkwell to
this pen village. my paper
people are thirsty.

—L. O’Hara


the marlboro man’s melodramatic ex-girlfriend. 

my heart is
         the dying
cherry of your cancer:

waiting for suffocation.
   suck me dry.

—L. O’Hara