Tag: coffee house writer
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Lucky
By the time we moved outside, the leaves were on fire. Or that’s how it felt as the fall sun blasted through the golden yellow maple leaves, falling to the ground like snowflakes. I slipped my sunglasses to block the sun and reality. After my admission, I lost track of time. What day was it? ... -
when the words are gone
When the words are gone, The poet cries out the wrong. Ink running from the eyes, Spilling out both truth and lies. The poet cries out the wrong, For the words were there all along, Spilling out both truth and lies Falling gently into lines. For the words were there all along, Hidden ... -
Til Death Do Us Part
When the knocking came, Wren was picking at the last bits of her soggy, wilted salad. What should have been greens were more like grays. One hand was equipped with a fork, which she used to stab through the grays, hunting for those last good bits left. The other hand held a pen, which she ... -
I Was Created To Be You
You cannot relateto my pain-molded by fires, createdthrough some ultimate desire.A mold,I was left to fill your desiresand when it did not work,I was told to simply“get over it.” My worldis torn asunder; my lifeunraveled.Years of work and effort madeto seem like less thanthe step forward it truly was. All because it didn’t workfor you? ... -
I’m The Favorite, And I Can Prove It
Disclaimer: To all my cousins who have been disillusioned: I apologize. I know many of you thought for years you were the favorite niece, but it is time for the truth to come out. I am the favorite niece, and I can prove it. Recently my Aunt Maddy passed away due to COVID-19. I was ...
