Tag: poem
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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:If The Walls Could Talk
The keys shook in her hands, she could barely breathe. She turned the handle to what would be the start of her new life. She walked in and her footsteps echoed in the empty the space, the emptiness resonated within her soul. There was no furniture to dampen the sound of her footsteps and the…
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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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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: The Mind Can Be A Messy Place
My mind and my home have collected dust on every surface, I need to clean I keep telling myself. Maybe for the past three weeks? Maybe four? I don’t remember anymore. I finally get up to declutter my head, clean away all the emotions left on the floor. There’s so much to pickup, not just…
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Poem: Confessions In The Dark
It’s the night time, the streets lights are peeking through the blinds and the room is quiet. Yet, my thoughts are deafening. I’m in the bedroom lying awake, pillow soaked as a byproduct of my endless tears and all I can focus on is the you shaped space next to me. But it’s just an…
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Poem: This Is Not A Funeral
I spoke my final goodbyes to you today. No, this is not a funeral, although it certainly feels like one. I’m walking the city streets at night and I stop dead in my tracks. I look up at the sky and close my eyes, by then it started to rain. I put my hand to…
The Ramblings of the Hopeful Overthinker 