I’m going to take my name
off the list of the ones waiting
for their person.
I’ve found mine.
The hunt has come to an end,
because this one makes me feel
like a baby bird under a wing,
like the air we need to breathe.
No wonder he leaves me
breathless and tongue-tied.
When he holds me,
all I want in the world is him.
Today’s poetry prompt words were: list, the hunt, and tongue-tied.
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Do you spend more time thinking about the future or the past? Why?
Be here now.
That’s a thing, right?
I feel like I spend half my time in the past and half in the future, and honestly don’t enjoy the present moments as much as I should.
But I worry about the future constantly. I worry about not being able to afford things, specifically, and specifically my rent.
Being that I work at a place that has a food pantry, I see and hear about a lot of homeless people, and I am starting to consider being homeless one … Read the rest
Start my day half-full,
kindly want to take a nap;
Where is that loophole?
Today’s poetry prompt words were: half-full, kindly, and loophole.
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He was down on one knee with the open box in his hand, looking at me, confused.
“Who are you?” he asked.
“Bobby, it’s me. What do you mean?”
He looked at the shimmering ring in his hand and snapped the box closed as he stood.
“I don’t know what’s going on here, but I don’t know you.”
“Excuse me, dear, where am I?” a woman asked.
Everyone in the room looked scared and confused but me.
What magic is this, what evil?
I was inches away from everything I wanted, but he forgot … Read the rest
What makes you feel nostalgic?
It’s a new year tomorrow.
It used to be such a big deal to me, celebrating the new year, but now it doesn’t matter at all, it’s just another day, and a way of marking time.
I’d like tomorrow, my first day of the new year, not to be one of reflection and waxing nostalgic over anything.
I am laser focused on my future and what I am going to do to make it better, and make it on my own.
Life really throws the shit at you sometimes, huh? I didn’t expect that during … Read the rest
Another day is fading away and soon you won’t be here anymore. Your presence here has an expiration date, even though I don’t know what it is, or how I’ll get through it. You’re going to go, so I need to grow. I need to remember that I have wings too, and leaving the nest isn’t necessarily not an option. What a wonder it would be if I could get by without you, without my pills, without my therapist. What a wonder it will be if I do.
Today’s poetry prompt words were: expiration date, leaving the nest, and pills. … Read the rest
I really thought we would last this time, last like the smooth rocks in rivers we’ve camped by, last like they have for ages, just letting the water pass around them. We’re more like cats in traffic, terrified and dodging anything that moves, because any movement is a terror. Any pulling or putting away. This is a terror, every moment. I know nothing is as scary as waiting for you to leave. I don’t want you to go, but you won’t choose me, so you can’t stay. You’ll go like you came, and maybe we’ll end like we began, first … Read the rest
I can’t take this anymore
I’ve said hundreds of times
but now I really mean it.
I can’t take it,
not a minute longer.
We’ve lived a life of
make-believe and never
stopped playing games.
Dress-up, house, pretend.
It really has to end.
I’ve been dancing
around the edges of
my escape route and
now I’m running toward it.
I want to be free
as fast as I can be.
Today’s poetry prompt words were: not a minute longer, make-believe, and dancing.
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