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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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
the oppression
You tell me what you want for dinner and I feel nothing but relief. Thank God I don’t have to make that decision again today. The heavy weight of adulthood is a deathly oppression. There’s a chance of heavy storms in the forecast, and one can only be pushed so far, little dove, before they’ll fall from the sky.
I have no illusions of forever. My forever should have started twenty years ago, instead it ended right when it was picking up speed. I’ve learned since that all I am is someone’s missing piece. I’m what they use to fill … Read the rest
red flag
Pay attention to the signals ahead. I missed my exit because I was skipping a song to one that didn’t remind me of him and when he loved me more than he does now. Be wary of any short hugs and apathetic answers, and stop wondering whether a separation will help, because it won’t. Remember that we have one single life and for all we know, we only have a handful of years left to live. Pay attention to the signals. And if you see a red flag, it’s not just okay — it’s the right thing to run.
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