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do you remember? – 13/1000

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Do you remember
the nights we got so drunk
just for the hell of it,
just because we were
young and free and could?

Do you remember the time
a opossum got into the house
and we had to use brooms
to catch the bastard and
toss it from the recycling bin
into the front yard?

Do you remember
when we first met
how it felt like we’d
known each other forever,
like we’d already been friends,
maybe in another life?

It doesn’t matter how much
space or time divides us.
A part of you will
always be my home.… Read the rest

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close your mouth – 12/1000

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It starts with my heart racing.

I can feel it beating faster but I also feel it expanding in my chest, putting a pressure on that spikes my anxiety.

I tense up. I start panicking, it’s flight or flight time, and I’m used to flight. That’s the kinder, more obvious choice, but that’s not something I can do in public, or in front of friends and family.

Only in my mind can I fight off that which raises my hackles and makes me feel like I’ll kill or die to make it stop.

“Close your fucking mouth when you’re chewing!”… Read the rest

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a warm house with an open door

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Everyone experiences the freefall once in their life, I would hope. I would hope that everyone knows what it feels like when their heart explodes in love and turns to gooey mush inside them. There’s a particular feeling of safety and satisfaction when you know you’re loved and cared for, but beware. This love is not a trophy, because love is not a game to be played and won. But remember, too, it shouldn’t be a fight; it shouldn’t be something you have to scrimp and save to be able to afford. True love is not spent or stolen. True … Read the rest

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queen of the world

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If I could remake the world I’d start with childhood and I’d keep it a lot longer. School won’t be about memorizing things, but about receiving the navigation we need to go out and be good humans in the world. If we’re late we won’t be called delinquent, we will be called dreamers who took a little bit too long staring at the sky or smelling a flower on the way. I have a whole list of things I would do to transform this world into a place where people are actually happy to be. The margin of error can’t … Read the rest

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The Devil – 11/1000

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We knew from the very first moment that he was the one.

He fit the description perfectly – skin white as porcelain, black hair, black eyes, eyes that were a void, and terrible to behold.

He came quietly, opening and shutting the door so only the faintest whiff of smoke and light from the burning pyre made its way into the sanctuary.

At the altar, he turned and rose his arms, the smell of sulfur stinging our noses.

“Are you all worthy?” his voice boomed.

And suddenly we realized we weren’t, so we ran as fast and far as we … Read the rest

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location tracking -10/1000

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The rain is battering the skylight, and Bess sits close to the radiator, chilled to the bone.

Her eyes are glued to her computer, watching the little dot that was Mike moving away from her as she wept.

“I’m done,” he’d said. “I’m leaving.”

But she couldn’t let him go in weather like this. The rain would turn to ice at any moment. She had to go after him.

Bess sped as fast as she could to reach him, but the dark, icy rain was blinding and her tires were starting to slip.

They never found each other.

Or Bess.… Read the rest

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so much

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I am a broken person. I was a broken person when you met me, and you were broken, too. I suppose we justified ourselves by saying, we’re so much alike, we have so much in common, we enjoy each other’s company so much. It was only after the fact, once everything fell under the category of “too late” that we realized the weight of our choices, and how our baggage doesn’t jive like the rest of us. But we love each other so much. 

Today’s poetry prompt words were: justified, after the fact, and weight.

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dear jenny – 9/1000

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Jenny,

I am ok. I’m where
I’m supposed to be.
I know you must be angry
I left, but please,
think of me as I was
when we last kissed.

This island is beautiful,
you would love it.
The palm trees sway
in the magic light of
sunrise and sunset, and
I think about you
every time the light
kisses the waves of
this vast ocean
I got lost in without you.

There was a storm, Jenny,
and there was nothing
I could do to save myself.

I thought I was dead,
but no, I’m still here
dreaming of you.… Read the rest