It’s time to go, I think, but there’s nothing I can do, there’s nowhere I can go. This little house is our house, not just my house anymore. Three other souls are home here, and why should there be a switch because I can’t get my shit together? I wake early now, much earlier than you, to do the things you used to do like pace the floors and weep. I am praying that someday soon these words will take a turn for the better, that I’ll find out someday whether I can write poetry when I’m happy. For … Read the rest
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let’s keep dreaming
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
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
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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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vanilla
The things that used to scare me were the ideas that I was under private investigation, or I would be ambushed, or I would be punched in the face.
Now, I’m scared that my life is being wasted one day at a time while the things that are second nature to me are banished from my existence.
I always knew you were vanilla, but I never thought you would be cold.
Today’s poetry prompt words were: private investigation, second nature, and vanilla.
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