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With Feeling (poem)

Say it with your chest. Say it with confidence. Say it like you mean it. So that even on my worst day, I know you mean it. I’m not good with the in between stuff. If you love me, thinking... Continue Reading →

In the midst of it all, Steal a moment of sanity. A moment of calm, Trapped between us.

I know what it is To be alive and yet Be dead. Inside, A beating heart. Yet. No breath. I know what it is, to be alive and still be dead. Live Marie. Live, feel what it means to be... Continue Reading →

I'm tired of having to survive love. Of hoping for better days. Better moods. Better conversation. Tired of hoping that things will get better. Of trying to bring about the better on my own. I've refused to survive my life.... Continue Reading →

Cliche (prose)

I woke up today and realized. I feel exactly like they said I would. I think I should feel differently than I do. I figured I'd be farther along than I am. I thought I'd feel more....settled. They were all... Continue Reading →

I could summon the hordes with a snap of my fingers, My feet, Rooted, planted to the ground I am connect. I could create floods, Hurled bolts of lightening across a placid sky. But I can't recreate the feeling of... Continue Reading →

Feelings (Microfiction)

This imagine invokes feelings. What exactly I feel, I'm not sure. I just know I like the opaqueness of the sky. The foggy-mistiness of the foreground. This imagine invokes feelings. Not quite sure what they are but, I like them.... Continue Reading →

A List (poem)

The half-written poem. The half read book. The song left on pause. The bed rumpled on one side. The violin lessons started. The fall recital held but never the spring. A list of things begun and left undone. A list... Continue Reading →

Really?? (Microfiction)

"Sonya, Sonya!" Margaret whispered. "Whaaatt!" Margaret said in an exaggerated tone. "She cutting that cake with a butter knife!" Margaret slowly shook her head in shame "Its like she learned nothing." Welcome to week 170 of Three Line Tales! A... Continue Reading →

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