Tag: fiction
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When You Pick A Petal, Save One For Me
It’s the coldest day Florida has ever seen in years and I’m appreciating the small chance at winter I’ve gotten. Much like the weather I reminisce on the icy version of who I was last February and I’ve come to thaw out and all that ice has finally melted away. I can feel it in…
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Poem: Sometimes, I Wonder
Sometimes, the pain comes in the form of a lump in my throat. The ache is so bad I grip my chest like that will make it stop. Like I could punch a hole straight into my ribcage, grasp my heart and rip it out or hold it as a comfort. Sometimes, you cross my…
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Poem:The Memories Of A Familiar Stranger
I looked up and there you were. I must’ve looked like I had seen a ghost or maybe I didn’t. The eyes staring back at me where those of a very familiar stranger. I quickly looked into your eyes and the memories flooded my brain. I used to I stare into your eyes too long…
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Do I Love Me, Do I Love Me Not?
Tonight, I had to talk myself out of my car and into this restaurant I’m currently sitting in. It still takes some inner pep talking to muster up the courage to get out and do things by myself. But any opportunity to become very familiar with who I am I’ll take it. I have a…
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Poem:Old Fashioned Cure
All I can do is stare blankly to the seat across from me, the empty seat. The restaurant is packed and I’m sitting here with myself and this drink. Often, I picture you here and wonder what you’d say when I order my old fashioned. Would you think I’m sophisticated or would you think I’m…
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Poem:Reckless Driver
I look over to admire you from the driver seat as you shifted gears, the windows rolled down while I watched your hair blow wildly in the wind. I laughed with reckless abandon as we quickly hit over 100 mph on the highway and it felt like time stopped. I took a snapshot in my…
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Poem: Our Love Was Lukewarm
I stop dead in my tracks, there he was sitting at a table, as I open the door to the small cafe. My breath stolen, like a semi-truck right to the chest. It’s felt like a lifetime since we’ve been in the same room, breathing the same air. The very air he’s stolen from me…
The Ramblings of the Hopeful Overthinker 