My Word

November 12, 2013 § 16 Comments

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One day your girlfriend will wistfully walk the rows of a bookstore, where she will fall upon words— I wrote.
She will remember her past love, and tenderly whisper,
“This is how I felt. How could another, so far away
put into word,  my own heart…?”
But she won’t know, each was your word— stolen, from my heart,
and now—
she is reading us. « Read the rest of this entry »

What is worse than a woman?

October 19, 2013 § 20 Comments


A Star

October 9, 2013 § 16 Comments

Ivan_Slavinsky_12Did it hurt much,  to love him?
It felt like someone sawed off my five highest points, to fit me
into a circular shape.
What did you feel,  when you finally fit?
I felt dark, as though I’d lost all dreams to shine.
And when you left, did it cause much pain?
It felt like I’d lost all balance— I rolled meaninglessly with no point or edge to stop me.
Then, when you started to heal, did you feel a little stronger?
I realized—I was more than a star…
What were you? « Read the rest of this entry »

Fires For The Cold

September 11, 2013 § 12 Comments

Mary Oliver
“For poems are not words,
after all,
but fires for the cold,
ropes let down to the lost,
something as necessary
as bread
in the pockets of the hungry.”
— Mary Oliver

The Man Who Stole My Words—Part II

August 19, 2013 § 14 Comments

I placed my hand
upon his heart
and felt
each word
slip back through
my touch.

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The Girl Who Couldn’t See Skin

August 11, 2013 § 22 Comments

Anka_ZhuravlevaShe loved him—no one knew why. “He is not of her equal; not of her kind.”
But what no one knew was this: She was partially blind—
She was the girl who couldn’t see skin.

Pretty Little Liar

August 8, 2013 § 12 Comments

I was never sad. I lied.
After all, you gave me
all your pride.
The pity party, that you threw
made me fall
in love
with you.
And when you broke my heart,
I realized
the tables must
be turned— « Read the rest of this entry »

“You have failed…”

July 10, 2013 § 13 Comments

… she shouted, triumphantly parading around me
like a pixie-plastic-knockoff barbie doll.
(She, so enthralled by my endeavors—
what a bore !) « Read the rest of this entry »

Gumball Baby

June 2, 2013 § 8 Comments

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You charge me 25 cents. You  make  it  so  damn  easy. « Read the rest of this entry »

Don’t say anything.

May 19, 2013 § 12 Comments

passionate kissSave  me  the  knowledge
[you  cared].

Kiss   me.
Brainless.
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