Poetry

Lies

Lies broke us being scared was the cause, the no more I miss you’s and no more I love you’s are creating deafening silences and...

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Apparitions

Online dating’s long parade of hopefuls, liars, and scammers fills a seemingly endless pipeline that like a sewer, spews into my inbox....

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Post Antagonism

Women, as they say, are for decorations only. A vase in an empty room. She smiles because she has to, another etches into her eyes. She...

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Why Men Secretly Fear Women

naked before me your body and my fears as your touch delivers me to you unleashing an animal passion that engulfs and inspires the stirring...

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Bad Things

“And all those shadows they’re filled up with doubt. I wanna do bad things with you.” –Jace Everett, Bad Things...

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Mistress Desire and the Lonely Flame (cw:18+)

Part 1 And then at once she understood. Through the veil of denial she so cleverly disguised herself, never to question, never to explore...

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The Game

trickster watch every move checkmate reaching for my queen bishop prays next gift, the ace of spades shall I start digging? full deck, use...

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Hourglass

*Note: This poem was inspired by the struggle women face in the workplace to be taken seriously, to be seen as powerful, strong, and...

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Beyond the Gaze

For all of my sisters around the world my love for you resides beyond the gaze past the communal judgments and social constructions guiding...

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Not Even a Saucer

Your silence speaks of anger… Your words, when they hatch at last, burrow like tiny poison darts into the softness that surrounds my...

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Resolution

You, sterile survivor, once hid my beauty in your power— but now I see you pretend to be whole. And you, stone statue, with an eroded...

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I Spoke to the Mountain

I spoke to the mountain and valleys to ask, do you even know my name or remember my past? I spoke to the mountain to simply confide, all...

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The Marble Woman

Today I am tired. Which is to say, I’m still not sleeping well. Which is to say, for the first time in a long time I am craving sleep....

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Folie à Deux

Caveat: Please understand that delusional thought processes are SYMPTOMS of mental illness. I feel compassion, even as I feel pain and...

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Waiting

There is a bond of chemistry so strong no force can break Expectations … none … it was never necessary mutual understanding goes...

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Your Dying Circus

Your disease, they say, possesses its prey then rots out your bones till they crumble to dust. It stretches your canvas, tight to your...

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Swiss Army Knife Girl Makes a Stand

Daddy always said, don’t start fights. He said, if I hear you’ve been starting fights at school you’re going to be in big trouble,...

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Elements on Fire

It's not about me, or him, or us. It’s not about shedding the skins of blame or dusting the detritus of what little clarity remains. It's...

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There You Are

there you are still standing defiant and victorious after the firefights as beautiful as ever resilient and glorious precious wrinkles and...

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Romantics

I know how you resent smoking, but what if I was to tell to you that my love for you was eternal, and as I said this, I took a long drag...

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Acceptance Plea

You’re disappointed Yet I love you still My hair is too dark Yet I love you still My body is never perfect Yet I love you still Why are...

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Playing For Keepsies

I think, (perhaps) it was when you played my heart as yet another marble in a circle. Lining your shooter, you knuckled down – carelessly...

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It Was

Call it bad decision. Call it shame. Call it drunk, call it late. Call it alcohol, cold night, hazy memory. Call it body language, no...

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Sapling

You never came even though you had a promise date. I imagined your face a tiny smooth circle of pinkish flesh. You slipped from us,...

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Better to Marry than Burn

I wouldn’t refer to my first time as fire. But after reading the diary of 13-year-old me (got laid, I recorded for posterity), father...

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Noises and PTSD

There’s a rhythmic booming sound It’s a fist banging against at a door while someone cowers in the corner of the room on the other side...

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