It occurs to me that he must’ve treated you the same way he treated every other woman that unwittingly stumbled, mesmerized, and fell deep into those mischievous green eyes. The strong ones, since he loved to believe he could mold a strong woman into something of his own odd fantasy. And you were definitely strong. … Continue reading Letter to a Golden Woman
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Dark Blue
by Raven I dreamt about him again last night. He was thin and pale, maybe sick, or just underslept. I drove him down treacherous roads, weaving around tight curves, going faster and faster, until we arrived at my home in some foreign place. I didn't ponder where we were, because in dreams thinking only distracts … Continue reading Dark Blue
You Can Trust Me
by JP “I don’t want to talk about it,” I said quietly. She paused, blinked; registered that I had interrupted her. Something flashed across her expression--irritation? But she smiled warmly and pulled me closer to her, dispelling the thought. I felt a pang of guilt. “I-I’m sorry….” My lip quivered, and I looked away. “Oh, … Continue reading You Can Trust Me
Lights
“I don’t love you anymore.” I sat there, spacing out to the middle-distance. I felt my left eyelid twitch a few times, before subsiding. I nodded. “It’s not anything you did,” she continued. “I just feel like we’ve both started growing in different directions. Drifting apart. And I know how sad you are when I’m … Continue reading Lights
What If
i hope he lifts me up in the air spins me around - until my vision gets blurry and my head threatens to fall off until i can't tell if i want to die or laugh until i almost pass out - and sets me down. sometimes i pretend that my honey wheat pretzel … Continue reading What If
“Red Couch, Black Polka Dots. Just a Couch.”
Red couch. Black polka dots. Red couch. Black polka dots. He figures if he keeps repeating it over and over he'll believe that's all it is. A red couch, with black polka dots connected by slight lines. She'd traced those lines countless times, she said it helped her think. Just a couch. It shouldn't make … Continue reading “Red Couch, Black Polka Dots. Just a Couch.”
Fool Me Twice
Let's talk about betrayal. This may be an oversimplification, but I believe that our sense of betrayal comes from our high expectations of others. I was recently reading an article that echoed my thoughts on the topic. The author says, "Most friendships fail because of high expectations. It's simple: Let go of the expectations, improve … Continue reading Fool Me Twice
Frozen Lark
Have you ever experienced that dissonance when you're furiously angry while trying to dampen that anger? You've convinced yourself, logically, that your anger is unfounded and you just need to calm down. How often does that work? This poem was inspired in that moment of chaos (as many poems are). You'll notice (if you stay … Continue reading Frozen Lark
blue.
ah! finally!someone i can talk toas smart as ias weird as ias blunt as ias artistic as iaswaitwhy am i happyfinding someone so likemyselfyou narcissist, you. sometimesi just wanted to writeall over the wallsin permanent markerand the walls would probably sayHow Dare You Take Yourself Away From Mei'm thinking this bright blue ink (like … Continue reading blue.
Write Then & There 