43 turns around the sun and I still can’t find myself in the placement of things. We’re all spinning on this same rock, we’re all headed in the same direction straight toward the end. Why should I even care? What difference do I make at all, impossibly small in this universe, and more specifically, in yours? All I get from you are mixed signals and stop signs. This train is...
Maybe they were right all along, and there was never any reason to have hope for us. Why should we think our magic stardust love will conquer the universe? It won’t. Out of billions we found each other, but why? Why, when the toxic waters run deep and swift and you’re tearing out my heart again like the dentist pulling teeth without warning? Here’s what I know: I will leave...
i want a whole new life,everything but this.if you put it allunder the microscopeyou wouldn’t see lifeyou’d see death.there’s no use fora risk assessment.the gambles haveall been bet andthe house already won. Today’s poetry prompt words were: everything but this, under the microscope, and risk assessment. Image by Simon Maage Share this: Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on X (Opens in new window) X More Share...
Six years is a long time, and forever was so close I could smell it. It smelled like the salty sea wind, and funky fermentation, and piles of nachos and poutine. And, oh, campfires. The smell of smoke, of things going up in flames, will always remind me of you. We tried, but the opposing forces were stronger than us. No matter how many times you told me that all...
What is something others do that sparks your admiration? I’ve always been so proud of people who do for a living what they always wanted to do for their life. I have an old friend named Matt who is a drummer, and when he graduated college with a music degree, he became a professional drummer and makes his living doing what he loves. One guy I went to high school...
