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hii, welcome to the online version of my stacks of poetry journals. i hope you enjoy my snippets of  poetry, old and new. stay and read through what i hope becomes a keepsake and a capsule of growth! open to any comments or prompt suggestions :)

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hopscotch

i sew roses on pillowcase covers write unread letters paint the moon black drink room-temperature coffee and play hopscotch with the ghosts

carnations

when he own a coffee shop i’ll play the jazz album we listened to on the drive back home and above the mugs will be the picture frame i...

tinman

mama said i didn’t have a heart so i think there’s a hole there where flowers grow and if you put a stethoscope you’d hear the mice that...

frostbite

i got frostbite so they could build snowmen and it was all okay because at least they laugh now

crystal shop on main street

and the apartment right under it where the rabbit cage resides under the sign that says no pets with the bits of pottery that clutter the...

scabs

tw// abuse; inspired by cherry wine- hozier i still have the scabs and the blackened blue bruises along the walls of my ribs but don’t...

texan quicksand

texan quicksand it swallows me and i don’t know if i can escape anymore because everyone else is gone and i never liked it here without you.

a date with apollo

i had a date with apollo on one of those lazy afternoons i don’t recall if it even was somewhere or if it was just another dream but we...

the house

the house with the pale, pink bricks and the ebony shutters that never open it sits right by the road, perched upon the slightest hill...

new years eve

the television in the background a blur of incoherent hollering and drunk newscasters we didn’t even turn on the fireplace this year...

an ode to september

to her soft breeze, a whisper of calm the gentle assurance of autumnal bliss and its canvas of warmth to the crackling pot of cocoa on...

who am i?

I am the worn spine of a loved story with notes so hurriedly crammed into its writings I am the moss that grows upon a forgotten...

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