Category Archives: Poetry

red hoods

I. you remember me as a pensive, emotional soul. you remember the intricate, twisty inner-workings of my mind. you were always “there” for me when i needed you. that’s why it took me so long. maybe i was so used … Continue reading

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prom

the dresses flowed endlessly like water through a river, curls bounced up and down, and faces were perfected with more makeup than let on. i didn’t think this night would end up how it did, with myself falling more in love … Continue reading

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promise

do you remember when i broke your hat? i stole it from you so you would chase after me. we ran across the grass, smiling. eventually you tried to grab it out of my hands, but i kept tugging so … Continue reading

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pieces

i hope i’m not asking too much of you. i’m not asking you to fix me, because that wouldn’t be fair. i’m not asking you to accept me with wide open arms, but i’d love that. i don’t want you … Continue reading

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a reminder

everything reminds me of you. the summer nights that never really begin until 8 pm and the smell of salt in the air. sitting by the fire while the breeze comes off the ocean. my wet hair soaking through your … Continue reading

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him

as my life begins to unfold, I look to see him standing there, waiting to see what the future holds.   I reach out my hand, I reach for years, but suddenly he disappears.   will he be there while … Continue reading

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three poems (that don’t have anything to do with each other)

Thank you. A girl, pale and sweet skipping through the sunset, cutting dead roses to put in her hair. “Why, child,” says her mother. “Those are dead!” The girls nods understandingly. “Yes momma, you killed them.” _________________________ 200 Glowing Stars … Continue reading

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