Another day is fading away and soon you won’t be here anymore. Your presence here has an expiration date, even though I don’t know what it is, or how I’ll get through it. You’re going to go, so I need to grow. I need to remember that I have wings too, and leaving the nest isn’t necessarily not an option. What a wonder it would be if I could get...
This isn’t a time out,this is an end,and I know nowit’s coming, soon. We don’t need acritical analysis ormore digging downinto our psyches to knowthat we’ve goneas far as we can go. It’s not as easy assweeping the pastunder a rug and hopingto forget the mess. What’s left here will linger.What’s left here will pokeat my tortured heartlong, long after you’re gone. Today’s poetry prompt words were: time out, critical...
I really thought we would last this time, last like the smooth rocks in rivers we’ve camped by, last like they have for ages, just letting the water pass around them. We’re more like cats in traffic, terrified and dodging anything that moves, because any movement is a terror. Any pulling or putting away. This is a terror, every moment. I know nothing is as scary as waiting for you...
I’ve always wanted to seethe skies of Montana, or evenWyoming, wherever that is;can I find it on a map? I’ll check the forecast,pack up my medicine andtoothbrush and clothes,and I’ll just fucking go. Set out on the highway With “head west” beingthe only thing I know,a road that may or may notbe lonely, and my cat,she comes, too. I’m going to dieif I don’t get away from you. Today’s poetry...
I can’t take this anymoreI’ve said hundreds of timesbut now I really mean it.I can’t take it,not a minute longer. We’ve lived a life ofmake-believe and neverstopped playing games.Dress-up, house, pretend.It really has to end. I’ve been dancingaround the edges ofmy escape route andnow I’m running toward it.I want to be freeas fast as I can be. Today’s poetry prompt words were: not a minute longer, make-believe, and dancing. Photo...
