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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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when i see you again

it’ll be a tuesday. the sun will be shining, but rain clouds will be looming in the distance. i’ll see you in line for ice cream on the boardwalk and race towards you. you’ll turn around when i call your … Continue reading

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tomorrow

oh god, i miss you. i miss how much fun we had together the last time i saw you. the stolen glances and the silent giggles. i sat in bed tossing and turning because the thought of you was too … Continue reading

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fluttering

be sure to go slow with my heart, it already beats too fast. and, for me, it’s different when you hold your hand in mine or when you look at me like that. sometimes, i’m left without breath for no … Continue reading

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two poems

A dead man’s nostalgia Don’t forget me, please. The old treehouse and its rotten ladder, Those baby pictures laying on the dusty counter, Old drawings on the walls from when laughter and cries would echo from them, Dirty handprints on … Continue reading

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