Most recently published stories in Poets.
I Thought I Was Getting Better...
There is a fog in my mind.A barrier between my mind and my body and rest of the world. I am a comet, racing through the universe, leaving nothing but a blur of everything behind. Living in a haze, outside myself. The autopilot is on. I do not speak or move or think or feel, I just watch. Observe my own self live, or barely live. I sit and feel asleep, reality’s a dream, and dreams all feel too real;I wake up crying and never remember the dream.
I fell for you yesterday Why did I fall for you I mean we were just okay Why did you have to walk me around and fight for my stupid coupon
Distress A leaf falls from its outstretched branch An ill-fated turn of events Crystalized flakes pile among the ground Trapped
Why did you have to mean so much to me? I laid awake every night thinking about you when I knew damn good and well I wasn't anywhere near yours. Why do I do this to myself...love someone who doesn't love me back? I don't see why you would I'm just the girl who always sat quiet in the back of the class. Not wanting to be called on. So why would Mr. Popular want to speak to me? He was the guy everyone liked. I knew that the minute he walked in the classroom. I promised myself I wouldn't be like the other girls who liked him. But that plan didn't go very well cause I fell and I fell hard.
Nothing Was Quiet
As She stood outside, the silence was deafening. Nothing was quiet, but no sound was made. How she narrowed her eyes to the horizon,
I've been looking at her for some time now I wonder if she has seen me Today she wore... A long black dress and flip-flops
The Promise of New Year's Eve
As the Christmas fantasy begins to fade... Our children play on regardless... In the dream that we made. As we the adults look on ahead with inquisitive apprehension.
"This is an impossible love"—you tell me. "This is an impossible love"—I tell to you. But then I find out that you smile if you watch me,
I talked to an old friend a few weeks ago. We talked about the creases of our new lives, laughed about the old, made fun of our selves a little. He sent me a few paragraphs that felt bittersweet and ridiculously familiar. It was something he'd saved in his 'notes' section on his phone years ago. Something that I'd written when I was 15, when he asked me:
Ovid's Movement From Mythology
Introduction Through great minds we receive great intellect, but furthermore, greater comprehension of cultural diversity throughout periodical works. We gain the ancient stories of the fulfillment of destinies and the divine interactions interconnecting gods and goddesses with mortal endeavors. We have the privilege to witness what history books do not have the time to divulge: raw evidence of an evolving people beyond invention, but reaching to a higher power, a religious upbringing of a culture constantly seeking the ultimate. While most works focus on the geographical religion of their time, Ovid writes an epic which breaks this model by diminishing the gods and moving towards the glorification of a Roman Empire standing on the foundation of its people, not the chaos of the gods.
Wandering towards the end. Wondering where my life begins. Mind so far away in a galaxy I cannot name. Standing in an empty room
Always wanted to be like Jesse James, taking the horse by the reins. Each day a new course in it for better or worse. Guns on my hip, giving the law the slip. Midnight runs through the countryside sounds fun. Stealing from the rich, giving to the poor your pockets never being sore. Always looking for the next score.