Before we spent hundreds of sleepovers together, there were games of musical chairs and run rover; we were children together. We were awkward adolescents tent camping in your backyard so your parents wouldn’t bother us, we peed in the woods, we used your tennis rackets to see if we could swat bats out of the sky. Youth was effortless, wasn’t it? We used to dream about the future like it was this exciting place we’d finally get to someday – adulthood! And now here we are, and look at us. The greatest joke between us is that all we do … Read the rest
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staring at the sun
the sky isn’t trying to put on a show
with its cotton candy colors, it doesn’t
need to reach to be impressive, like
the need i have to be seen by you
it just is what it is and everyone loves it
and it’s beautiful, so why not go big?
why not, when the time is passing
so quickly we get whiplash and i’m
afraid that soon, tomorrow will be too late?
a girl can get a real headache from
staring at the sun; when we think we’re
staring down the future, but
we’re really looking at the past
Today’s … Read the rest
in season
Take your ferocious
silence and your shitty, bad
attitude and go
kindness is in season, so
you don’t fit in here right now.
Today’s poetry prompt words were: bad attitude, silence, and in season.
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we’re going down
There was nothing in the world
that I ever wanted more
than to feel what it was
like in your arms.
Now, I feel invisible,
not that I don’t matter,
just that I don’t matter to you.
We’ve always lived
in house of cards and
now the walls are crumbling.
Today’s poetry prompt words were: nothing else, invisible, and cards.
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sometimes
Sometimes a talk isn’t just a talk.
Sometimes you ask “What’s the matter?”
and then everything falls apart.
Sometimes you can’t un-say things.
Sometimes words hit your heart
and leave everything broken.
Sometimes, after, you make love,
and sometimes you don’t touch.
Sometimes life starts feeling like
one long sleepover because you are
always waiting for him to go home.
Today’s poetry prompt words were: what’s the matter, broken, and sleepover.
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the killer
I feel like both the boat and the iceberg at once, the killer and the to be killed.
The killer didn’t know it was doing anything wrong. The killer was at peace in its ocean, hiding. You know, when they say “it’s just the tip of the iceberg” means you only see a little bit of the malice.
But then the boat comes, and with no slowing and no flexibility, she careens into the iceberg, breaking this peaceful beast to pieces.
It didn’t matter if the boat tried to take last minute extreme measures.
The iceberg was always there, and … Read the rest
til you make it
She thought she was going to have a good life, but she didn’t, no she didn’t.
Every scrap of love was fickle, every realized dream a nightmare.
Everyone who told her she was sweet as lollipops had no problem dropping her in the trash when they were finished sucking the life out of her.
But how are you today?
Today’s poetry prompt words were: no she didn’t, fickle, and lollipops.
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You should really put on a coat.
We met when your only job was shuttling your children back and forth to their various activities, and now I know you loved that more than most things. You’d drive for hundreds of miles just to get the chance to drive them another few hundred miles.
You are a warrior father. You will go to battle for them but not for me. I am the one you defend them against. You keep me away to keep them protected, and it hurts me, it hurts me, and not a single cook in the kitchen has a clue, or would care … Read the rest
