Happy Poetry Month! Napowrimo-Day 27
I’m down bad crying in my bed
The truth will make things awkward
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authentic
You’ve never worn a mask for me and I love you for it
I used to yearn that you’d change for me
to fit my absurd idea of who I wanted you to be
-consistent and attentive
-stable and calm
but that’s not who you are and I’m finally okay
that you’re not those things
you bring other things to the table
Laughter, pleasure, excitement, authenticity
and I treasure those things now more than ever
Because with you I’m never bored
Because with you I can be myself
4/27/22
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poetry: headache
I wrote this poem in April of 2022.
does a scorpion sting when fighting back? -Taylor Swift
I overthink, I overthink and I overthinkand my head hurts from so much anxietySociety puts so much pressure on meto be nice, to be prettyto be kind, to be smartthe stress is tearing me apartbut slowly I start to breatheand the pressure starts to decreaseI change the narrativeAnd stop with listening to my…
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right amount of enough
It’s funny and ironic how the one I used to escape
the one I’ve blocked, the one I hated
the one I’ve talked shit about
is still here after almost 4 years
I’m not sure if it’s love
or just a long story of lust
but there’s something about him
There’s something about us
that feels the right amount of enough
4/26/22
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Happy Poetry Month! Napowrimo-Day 26
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Emily appreciates her employees
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poesía: pino
escribí este poema en abril del 2023.
mi tío Genaro y yo con el árbol de Pino ,atras esta el paisaje de Oxapampa
abrazo el árbol de pino para absorber su energíay para darle mis angustias y tristezay rezo por todos que dejaron mi vidaporque sin esas leccionesno sería la maravilla que soy hoy dia
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Happy Poetry Month! Napowrimo-Day 25
It was a down day 🥹💔
Facts
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revenge story
the blood stained floorboards told a story of
love gone awry and revenge taken
it told a story of a woman who wanted it all
at any cost and paid the price with her life
it told a story of a man scorned beyond belief
and killed the woman he loved
it told a story of a love triangle ending
in murder
4/25/22
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poetry: reminder
I wrote this poem in April of 2022.
from Charmin to alarmin in seconds- Noah Kahan
Dear future heartbroken me,Sometimes it won’t be you or even himSometimes things don’t work outIt’s nothing to be obsessed aboutSometimes love isn’t enoughIt doesn’t mean you’re not enoughSometimes things end abruptlyand it’s not the end of your storyand sometimes you learn from itAnd most of the timeit will…
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own my breaths
I own my breaths
and count them for a while
as a way to calm down
as a way to meditate
I own my breaths
and count them
as part of my therapy
4/24/22
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Happy Poetry Month! Napowrimo-Day 24
First line inspired by Taylor Swift
Me with my oldest son in August of 1998
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poetry: unnerving
I wrote this poem in april of 2023.
from short hikes in Athens in 2021 to treacherous 5 mile hikes in Oxapampa in April 2023-it’s all unnerving
I put my insecurities and fears on display for the world to seeit’s a most arduous task-it’s not for the weakat first I thought it was crazyit was me trying to get attentionit was me seeking validationand while it may have been these thingsit was also…
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pins and needles
I was on pins and needles
waiting on your response
wondering what would happen now
that I showed you who I really was
I wondered if the love you claimed
would be enough
and for 4 miserable days
I was on pins and needles
only to find myself
discarded from your life
4/23/22
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Happy Poetry Month! Napowrimo-Day 23
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Me with my hero 🥹🫶
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poetry: roses
I wrote this poem in April of 2022.
I wanna eat pancakes for dinner- Lizzy McAlphine
Thorny long stemmed burgundy red roses remind me of how I’m lovedThe beauty of the roses is how men admire me and fall for methe burgundy red reminds me of how my heart bleeds after they leave meand the sharp thorns feel like rejection in my lungsand how I have a hard time breathing after I get hysterical
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dream girl
I wanted to be the girl you dreamed of
So I tried to fulfill your dream girl fantasy
even if it meant losing parts of myself
it wasn’t your fault or even mine
It was my toxic social conditioning
that taught me I should prioritize men above me
it was my need to feel love no what I had to do
so I put myself under pressure to be your dream girl
4/22/22
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Happy Poetry Month! Napowrimo-Day 22
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The winner
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