Poetry
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I’m Gonna Keep Drinking
“I’m going to keep drinking,” I whisper to myself as I inhale another sip of Cosmo. It’s my third one tonight and my stomach is empty. But I’m fine. It’s fine. I feel a headache coming on already from the sugar in this drink. But I haven’t drunk enough to talk freely yet. Is that Continue reading
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She
She was elegant in her deception. Without warning, she’ll make you her possession. Her smile was brighter than the greatest star in the galaxy. Don’t let this fool you, everything she says is a fallacy. When she kisses you, it’ll feel like a dream. Don’t forget, she’ll never be on your team. She’ll spoil you Continue reading
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Sometimes I Feel like Running Away Before People get Sick of me
Close your eyes. But not so tightly that all you see is light fading into splashes of fuzzy colors. Imagine the person you love more than anything. Relive the memories of him in your head like a broken record stuck on repeat. Think about the last time you saw him. How he hugged you so Continue reading
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Selfish
I wear your boxers to bed sometimes, so you’ll think of me every time you get dressed. When we’re watching a show, I make remarks so you won’t be able to watch them without a memory of me. I hate cooking, but I hate cooking for men even more. There’s only my mother to blame Continue reading
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Wildfire
It starts with a spark. He gets along with your friends and remembers small things about you, like that you’ve seen Halsey in concert four times. A fire begins that engulfs and suffocates you. He cooks dinner with you while softly playing Frank Sinatra. He supports your writing and thinks you should be publishing already. Continue reading
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the other woman
she curls her hair and listens to music she’s looking forward to tonight He said he would come tonight. * she knows it’s wrong but she can’t help it He’s the only one who cares. * she spends her days waiting for Him she sprays the sweet exotic scent that intoxicated Him. * the phone Continue reading
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I Have my Mother’s Lips, my Father’s Smile
I have my mother’s dainty hands that can barelySupport the heart on her sleeve. She puts on thisTough facade but at night, when it is quiet andShe thinks everyone is sleeping, you can hearQuiet sniffles coming from her bedroom. She has loved four men in her life, and eachOne of them has left her a Continue reading
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Letter to an Old Flame
Dear the first, I remember the first time I saw you. We were in class, had to say something Interesting about ourselves. You said you were the least interesting person ever, Called yourself boring. You were afraid of spiders with their Exoskeleton external covering, though You were just as rigid as their bodies were. I Continue reading
About Me
Hi there! I’m thrilled to have you join me on my blog. I write fiction, nonfiction, and everything in between.
In my free time, I like to keep busy with a variety of hobbies. I’m an avid reader and writer, I love to knit, crochet, and embroider.
At the end of the day, though, my main priority is spending time with my loved ones. Whether it’s traveling or just spending quality time together, I’m happiest when I’m surrounded by those I care about.
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