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

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

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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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 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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