The following pieces are classified as “poetry” because of their distinctive style and rhythm. They are often short and address existential human experiences.
we laid on the golf course stargazing because I saw it in a movie once and they looked happy and not talking was the easiest way to pretend everything was okay . you reached for my hand and I let you because no one was around to see except the stars who’ve witnessed a million […]
some days I am a champion . the world sits at my feet begging to be conquered by my unbreakable spirit and unstoppable drive . and that is okay because I am made of bones so durable that they can withstand battle . some days I am bold . the world is my oyster waiting
it started with the garden where life was cherished and everything was pure but it is now covered in soda cans, cigarette butts, and the lingering stench of rotten eggs . a grave site holding wishes, past loves, years unremembered, unfulfilled futures where now plastic forms fossils and sewage forms roots . a spoiled wasteland
you are autumn colors with the spring bloom summer joy with the winter beauty you move mountains and settle storms, as strong as an earthquake and as gentle as a rose you change like the phases of the moon but shine when I look for you on cloudy days you are a vacation on the
a broken black stiletto j cole blaring to an empty crowd one fur coat, two broken mirrors, and forty-seven bottle caps whispers of the best friends who are no longer best friends a shot-ski seeking the lips of lonely teenagers turtle-murdering mcdonald’s straws inappropriate doodles lining the side jamb of the bedroom
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lying on the breathing ground I take in cricket’s chirping sounds carried on the summer winds and grasses graze my ticklish skin sinking down into the earth our syncing hearts thrust back and forth becoming one I breathe in deep you take my breath and then release I gaze upon the endless sky alone in
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It was like a tornado warning on a sunny day, like a “made in China” label on an American flag, like a welcome sign on a jammed door – it was like pulling my car on the wrong side of the gas pump, like taking a test without an eraser, like waking up in a
I remember being scared to eat honeysuckles because of the pesticides, and eating them anyway I remember nerf gun fights I remember my first kiss, and everything that happened after I remember the feeling on putting on eyeliner for the first time I remember my mom’s sundresses I remember breaking into my high school’s football
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there waS once a garden of life where the desolAte ground is now stained from heaVy rose petals fallen and blown away by thE steady yet unforgiving wind. a grave sight holding wishes, past loves, Years unremembered, futures where now fOssils remain of what was once alive. bUt is the blood from roses? a faint
sit on the edge of sanity, cold and naked, until the water is as hot as fresh-baked cookies. shampoo. and you wonder how the bubbles get rid of grease suddenly remembering how they used dawn dish soap to clean up the baby ducks from the oil spill, but only the blue kind, because that’s somehow
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