The frequency
with which you hurt me
surprises me still. 

I really put up
with all that
for so long? 

I have a
dilemma of self,
because now,
who am I
without you?

I’m the girl
that keeps going,
nose to grindstone,
making the grade,
getting her heart broken
every single day.

Today’s poetry prompt words were: frequency, dilemma, and making the grade.

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Do you play in your daily life? What says “playtime” to you?

Certainly my play with words is the biggest form of play in my life and always has been since childhood.

Even in adulthood, it’s weird being one of those people who genuinely means it when they say their favorite things to do are read and write. That’s me!

I’d also rather stay inside than go out at any given time, an 80% indoor girl, I’d say.

But I don’t mind being the quiet dreamer who stays in and spins stories after sucking them down as fast as I … Read the rest

What makes you feel nostalgic?

It’s a new year tomorrow.

It used to be such a big deal to me, celebrating the new year, but now it doesn’t matter at all, it’s just another day, and a way of marking time.

I’d like tomorrow, my first day of the new year, not to be one of reflection and waxing nostalgic over anything.

I am laser focused on my future and what I am going to do to make it better, and make it on my own.

Life really throws the shit at you sometimes, huh? I didn’t expect that during … Read the rest

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 by without you, without my pills, without my therapist. What a wonder it will be if I do. 

Today’s poetry prompt words were: expiration date, leaving the nest, and pills. … Read the rest

This isn’t a time out,
this is an end,
and I know now
it’s coming, soon. 

We don’t need a
critical analysis or
more digging down
into our psyches to know
that we’ve gone
as far as we can go.

It’s not as easy as
sweeping the past
under a rug and hoping
to forget the mess. 

What’s left here will linger.
What’s left here will poke
at my tortured heart
long, long after you’re gone.

Today’s poetry prompt words were: time out, critical analysis, and sweeping.

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