Category: Poetry In Motion

The Uninvited Guest

*I’ve been working on this for months, thanks to my infamous writer’s block. It’s a bit different than my previous works. Thoughts? “What the fuck are you doing here?” he demands, pinning me against the wall. He grips my chin with such force, it almost gives me a fright. I’m not supposed to be here,…

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Remember Us, Always

I take a small sip of this champagne, feeling it warm my senses as it travels down my throat, attempting to smile at each guest my husband introduces me to, all the guests he does business with. Most are men of course, their wives by their sides, smoothing their tuxes as they shake my hand…

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A Woman, Like Me, Must Write

I’m aware of what they think of me. I’m aware of what they say. I’m used to the degradation, the belittlement, the constant criticism of my ways. I’m a woman of stature, but of course, men don’t like confident girls, girls who are too sure of themselves. Confidence is sexy to many, but a woman…

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How to Become a Writer

First, think of who you want to be. Who do you want to dedicate the next couple years of your life to as you mimic their lifestyle in hopes of becoming the next number one? You answer the question as it comes around to you, “What do you want to be when you are older?”…

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A Fair Game to Play

*A dark, chilling fiction short story for the Halloween season I can feel it in my bones; the rage, the anger, manifesting deep inside my blood, a thirsty beast in its cage. I have this urge, you see, to have you kneel before me and beg, to draw blood from your fragile flesh with the…

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Situationship #2

I’ve been trying to write something that further defines the waves of the bay. But I’m unable to make it clever, to make it mean something to the desirable and the undesirable, and get an applause. I’m too honest for my own good… I’m sitting here in the room, in front of the water, watching…

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The Sadness

I sink downDown to the deepest depths of hellI allow myself to fallTo fall from withinIt’s a feelingWhen the sadness takes overYou can feel itIt starts in the pit of your stomachThe empty hole that wants to swallow you upIt starts as just a little knot of unpleasantnessMaybe you fight it at firstMaybe you give…

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I fake my way through lifeEvery day I wake and take the stageI put on the costume and don the accessoriesI play the part of a happy motherA fulfilled wifeA successful businesswomanEvery day I read the lines that life has written for meI am gratefulI am happyI am lovedI look at my husband and tell…

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The Beast

Can we see the end of this turmoil
The end of the suffering
Many days I watch and wait for the end of it
The blood that seeps onto the floor

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Look To The Future

She saw her future just a little past the lake. It called to her from across the water She started towards the future that sat on the other side As she took her first steps towards the water She felt her past pulling her back The past that was following close behind Her past kept…

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The Fog

We heard the siren just seconds before we saw the fog. We had all heard the stories, but none of us believed it, until it started getting closer. At first, it was just a rumor. A problem somewhere else, but soon it began to spread out farther. It began in another country; we never thought…

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I wasn’t trying to listen, really I wasn’t. But as I approached the corner of the hallway I heard my name. I stopped and peeked around the corner. I saw Betty and Conner standing close to each other talking in a hushed voice. I knew I shouldn’t listen but I really couldn’t help it. How…

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The Endgame

I’m sitting on the couch with my legs spread wide open, arching my back, biting my lip, drawing his eyes to that area between my legs, the one he can’t resist. He bites down on his tongue from moaning, beads of sweat appearing just above his brow. I watch his Adam’s apple move as he…

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My Happiness

                                                                What is happiness? For me… Happiness is making it to the bathroom on time Happiness is talking to a long lost friend Happiness is getting a close parking spot Happiness is remembering to bring in your bags Happiness is having exact change Happiness is having daughters Happiness is a child’s laughter Happiness is lunch…

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I Did It Again

I did it again. One of the things I can’t seem to forgive myself for is how easy it is for men to fall romantically out of love for me. I use to believe that I was easy to love, harder to leave. But I was lied to. The truth is harder to hear. I…

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On a warm spring afternoon, the family all gathered for a party. Everyone was so excited to see each other; they all knew that it had been too long. People hugged each other for the first time in over a year and felt connected in a way that they may never take for granted again.…

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Am I so jaded that I cannot watch a love story without venom filling my blood Have I been so wronged that the sight of someone else’s happiness brings me to madness To see them laugh To see them smile To see them hug Bile fills my throat When did I become the me that…

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The daisies speak to me The fields where they live invite me in I see them standing tall and proud Yet bending and flowing with the wind The white petals are soft under my fingers The green stems are strong I feel them tickle my leg as I walk through them Letting my fingers brush…

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Let Fate Follow

I feel hopeless Desperate Like I’m at the end of my rope I can see myself down a hole Dangling at the end of the rope With miles beneath me to fall The question is Should I let go Let the fall take me Let Fate do her job It was fate that brought me…

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The Child in Need

I’m restless. I’m breathing. I’m crying. I’m restless. I’m breathing. I’m dying. I’m restless. Uncomfortable. I think being alone…this alone…forces me to grieve. It forces me to dive into darkness, confront the fears, the irrevocable silence. I’ve been staring at this white screen for hours, days, weeks…and I’ll begin to write something, type a letter,…

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