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waiting room

Don’t believe in the
chemistry, it will not last.
Think of your future.
Get back in that waiting room
and be patient for your love.

Today’s poetry prompt words were: believe, chemistry, and waiting room.

I’ll say again – my boyfriend and I are not broken or breaking up, but poets, you know it, sometimes you go deeper into the well of yourself and pull out what hurts. Like putting it on the page, getting it out there eases it somehow, cause you’re sharing the load with others.

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whoops

Always watch your back.
You can’t be too careful with
love, it will break you
with its cold carbohydrates –
Oh wait, that’s beer. Whoops, my bad.

 Today’s poetry prompt words were: You can’t be too careful, cold, and carbohydrates.

I did this under a time crunch and know it’s completely ridiculous and I have no excuse for it other than my brain is tired today and I just wanted to watch a horror movie.

petulant child

Interesting choice, deciding after all this time that maybe you’d rather be alone. This is fine, I tell myself. I’m tired of treading water with you. I’ve been the most patient person the world’s ever seen, when I make excuses for why, after all this time, you won’t marry me. Nothing to see here, I think, as other couples walk past us in restaurants. When do we go out that we don’t spend just a little bit of time resenting each other? We can barely dine in public without making a scene. This isn’t fine, I tell myself now. … Read the rest

let’s imagine

If I were in the upside-down
of course it would be formidable,
of course I would be reaching for
your hand to hold in the dark,
but what would I find?

You’ve shed your old self
at least twice over, and you
feel the need again to come out
revived, another brand new you,
and that’s also alarming.

Who will you be?

Will you choose to be a single man
living alone the rest of his life, a
hermit who lives for the needs of others
and doesn’t think enough of himself
to let himself be loved?

Will you like … 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

Today’s … 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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lucky?

In the beginning
our sleeping arrangements were
“only once in a while”.

That didn’t keep it
from being a fairytale;
you were my whole world.

When the bed was ours
I won the damn lottery,
is this what’s called luck?

Today’s poetry prompt words were: sleeping arrangements, fairytale, and lottery.

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saltwater

you had me cornered, too shocked to 
react to the words you were saying, 
too scared to make them real

the same old story told so many times
it doesn’t even hurt much anymore, 
it’s just jarring, it’s just one more piece
in the fresh hell of my life that I don’t
need to deal with right now

when you’re told you’re not breaking
but broken, when you’re asked with
genuine concern “Are you okay?
this is the time to say it:

of course i’m not fucking okay,
no one is okay,
nothing is okay

I don’t want … Read the rest