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Regrets (poem)

Regrets can swallow you whole if you let them. What could've been, What should've been, If only I'd- Perhaps if I'd only- Regrets can swallow you whole if you let them. So I let them. Wave after wave until I'm... Continue Reading →

Room for Two (poem)

Clearing up the mess, The removal of the things that clutter, Meaningless things, Things that once meant the world, The dear things, The cherished things, Things that no longer serve me, Or distract me, I clear them out. In hopes... Continue Reading →

Love in Absentia (poem)

Long distance is grueling. The absence, wearying both parties. But the distance is nothing compared to an absentminded lover. The loneliness, nothing compared to a partner indifferent. The path can be lonesome, But it's nothing compared to being next to... Continue Reading →

Marie is…(poem)

I 'm a first generation American, The child of immigrants from Caribbean shores. I'm honest, though prone to filter to save people's feelings. I'm loyal and I wish more people could reciprocate that. I'm either hot or cold for people.... Continue Reading →

Little Lights (Poem)

Little lights cradled in palms, Wishes, hopes, dreams, symbolized by the little, glowing, flame. Small, fragile, extinguishable. Still, they place those little lights inside those papery lanterns, Smiling, as they sail off into the sky. Welcome to week 125 of... Continue Reading →

Wastelands (poem)

Barren lands echo back to times of plenty. The time of fruitful pastures and gentle slopes, pastoral scenes, long since past. Cracked, dry, dirt and sullen cries; Symbolic vestiges of my life since you left. Welcome to week 127 of... Continue Reading →

King (poem)

I appreciate you. I know it's hard to see that sometimes. I know you can't tell sometimes, But I do. I know I tell you I hate you, Treat you mean sometimes and don't say thank you enough, But I... Continue Reading →

Self-Loathing (micropoem)

“I’m quite tired of beating myself up to write. I think I’ll start letting the words slip out like a tired child. “Can I have a piece of pie” he asks, and then he’s asleep back on the cusp of... Continue Reading →

“Broken Vows” (micropoem)

    I’m hoping to be astonished tomorrow by I don’t know what“ — Tomorrow, In Search of Small Gods, Jim Harrison She had hoped things would be different this time. Se had hoped he would keep his word. But... Continue Reading →

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