Tag: original poems

  • Pride: A Poem
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    Pride: A Poem

    When I think back to all I’ve had and how I blew it and the things they ruined, and how hard it can be to repair a feeling so fleeting but so filling, there’s almost always been this culprit and it’s impulsive and repulsive, and most of all, destructive. Some of us inherit it and…

  • The Nerve (Excerpt)

    Let me know when you’re done pretending that in your mind there was no plan that I was blindsided, kept tightly in the dark until it all made sense for your selfish little heart and my hips you no longer needed to climb. I’ll spare my pettiness, I say, but why should I? when I…

  • Life at Midnight
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    Life at Midnight

    When the wind is breathless, the raindrops loud, and the trees swing from side to side; midnight The tender whisper of a loved one’s voice over a scary story at bedtime; midnight Through white curtains peek a speck of light, may be from a star, may be the tired street lamps; midnight A kiss feels…

  • How is a Story Born?
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    How is a Story Born?

    How is a story born? A story is born… When we do things we shouldn’t do. When you look at me the way you do. When he pays hush money for his sin. When the doctor calls about your skin. When you fall for me before her eyes. When despite the lies you have butterflies.…

  • “Are you grieving?” “No,” I quizzically said. “You only talk about sad things.” How to tell her that I’m a requiem; an airless breath, a heartless ribcage, a misunderstood sonnet. I want to tell her about the times I’ve stared blank at the silver clouds up in the sky, never hearing a reply. So unable…