No poem today at the moment, but I do have a little update. There’s a submission coming up for a poetry collection/pamphlet that I’m trying to prepare for. It’s for Out-Spoken press and the deadline is the end of June. I’m hoping to submit my Fairy tales with a twist collection to them, so youContinue reading “Update”
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23:117
Gripping socks that slip the floor away, promises of stability a lie while they force you to the ground over and over.
23:116
Notified that they left home and inform me of their speed, what street they’re currently on, how long they stopped at the shop. Peace of mind that they’re safe when they often forget the text to assure they arrived unharmed. They know I’m watching so it’s okay, right? They left home. They arrive home. IContinue reading “23:116”
23:115
Click on the adventure, the mystery and see how clever you are when it reveals its secrets. Are you satisfied? Or will you keep seeking, clicking, until there is nothing left.
23:114
Your moment of glory and your greatest downfall on repeat as I farm for tombstones that gain me riches. Your golden speech in the background as I mindlessly perform my battle rotation while slipping on a DVD or audible. Is this how you imagined your legacy would be?
23:113
Ready to turn the ignition but no response is there. You’ve been using energy even when not on, electricity coursing through you constantly, never resting, so that when the time comes that you really need it, there is nothing left.
23:112
Wipe away the dirt of the road to reveal the scars of neglect, carelessness. Polish the scratches and make them shine until people don’t even notice, even though they are the most visible they’ve ever been.
23:111
They are hopeful, in love full of dreams for a beautiful future with someone special. They’ve shared everything with a stranger, exposed themselves and felt complete. Then the doubt began, frustration that the openness wasn’t returned and they took action. Deceit is exposed fantasies shattered and now they must go back and continue to liveContinue reading “23:111”
23:110
It’s a simple design, a silver sausage dog in a regal pose hanging from a chain and nestling against my skin. A memorial for a precious pet, friend, child, love who was part of my everything for twelve years, a responsibility and support that I still ache to have back. He died eight years agoContinue reading “23:110”
23:109
The snug warmth of a hug that does not end, sometimes a much needed comfort, others a suffocating heat. On lazy days you cuddle up on the sofa and wiggle into relaxation. On busy days you brave the brisk air of outside together, often so protected sweat will begin to form. Hide from the wordContinue reading “23:109”
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