I recently found this post in my old drafts. I don't remember why I wrote it, but I like it. Doubt It depends on the day how I feel about us; about you. There are so many secret complications, internal struggles, that it's enough to make it all not worth it. Can I trust you? … Continue reading Poetry Friday: Doubt
It’s Not Supposed to Be Funny It’s not supposed to be funny. It’s cresting again, the dark tide rising inside, and the outlets are closed, rusty, marred by disuse. Black thoughts run free— unwanted, scorned— yet free in my mind. I laugh but only for the fix. The darkness feeds me, grounds me, and the … Continue reading Poetry Friday: It’s Not Supposed to Be Funny
The engaged girl's eyelids droop with black goo, a flat smile taped on her mouth. She leans against her boy and determinedly suppresses her building scream of frustration as well-meaning women's words entrap her in a room of polite, civilized people. Conclusion: The only thing worse than a wedding shower is planning one. #ohlookmylegnomnomnom
Late Night Poetry Late night poetry up with the full moon quite house, quiet girl so self-absorbed so lost in worries lonely lover, little girl with a lover far away one room lit in a dark house wide eye stares in the night window to a soul heavy with life little girl lies in darkness, … Continue reading Poetry Friday: Late Night Poetry
Empty Picture frame, lifeless shell without a name. All your friends look just the same. Blank. Crystal vase, simple curves and heavy base. Flowerless, you hide your face. Hollow. Diamond ring, round a finger you would cling. Unworn, you don’t mean a thing. Abandoned.
Library Distractions White swirls down in this stone and crystal atrium, a life-size snow globe.
Mortality A cemetery: If this is all we come to, it will be okay.