Brush my arm Squeeze my hand These gestures do disarm In ways I don’t understand

Tell me you love me And that I’m the only girl Then my forever you can be In this big, wide world

Buy me flowers And fly me to the Bahamas I’ll give you all my hours And forget all our traumas

Sit beside me without a noise And give a silent kiss You bring me countless joys All I ever wanted was this

You might act...

Ever since I was young 15 or 16 To be exact

I wanted things Many things That weren’t to be mine

I wanted the fortune Of the businessman 14 houses down the block

I wanted the fame All eyes on me The world waiting for my next move

But above all The love Of the girl next door

Her hair was blonde Not white blonde But dirty

And her eyes Were the shade of my fathers coffee That he brewed first ...

I’m killing Eliza Because everyone loves her

I’m killing Eliza Because you would dream of her

I’m killing Eliza Because her voice is sweeter than song

I’m killing Eliza Because she can do no wrong

I’m killing Eliza Because she’s who no soul can blame

I’m killing Eliza Because her and I could never be the same

I’m killing Eliza Because her hair glows brighter than fire

I’m killing Eliza Be...

S weet summer air I feel the breeze run cool fingers through my hair L ying under a canopy of green E very moment of stillness is serene N o losing time that others stole C riss cross applesauce, hands in the bowl E ven a bit of calm is gold

I prefer the chatter of the brook to human voices S olitude is one of my best choices

G reat it is to be alone O n my own I could for hours roam L ittl...

I snuck a peek at him as his fingers brushed my hand.

So softly

Ever so softly

I looked over at him, hands gripping the wheel, blue eyes fixed on the road ahead.

So focused

Ever so focused

I gazed up at him as he talked to the guy at the counter.

“We want a large popcorn and an iced slushy.”

He turned towards me and caught my eye. He smiled a little.

So slightly

Ever so slightly

I ...

The children we raised knew something wasn’t quite right with mommy and daddy. They asked about it, but I knew they weren’t ready.

Falling out of love is complicated, especially when the other person is clueless. How was I supposed to do this? Oh, how was he so blind as to miss how I’d recoil when he touched my skin, was so tense when I’d talk to him? Maybe he knew but didn’t want to leave me. T...

The sand sticks to your skin. The grains are going to scrub at your skin, revealing a red, itchy spot when you try to wash it off later. You don’t care, though. All you can think about is the water.

There’s nobody here today. The beach is empty, but you don’t mind. You like it that way, as you’ve always preferred solitude.

The wind is strong today. It whips your hair around your face. The red ...

Today is your lucky day You’ll see me try to rhyme (Key word: try) I swear, if this is a waste of time…

While you’re here, maybe I’ll tell you why this sucks Poetry is so RESTRICTIVE Don’t even get me started… It makes me feel a tad vindictive

Writing a poem is a struggle Even reading one doesn’t make sense And the poems we “analyze” (more like make up meanings for) in English class… Edgar All...

Your “love” was poison Crept into my veins Your “love” trapped me Wrists bound by invisible strains

Why couldn’t I notice? Your “love” was fake Even if I thought it was true I should have known it would break

Your “love” nearly choked me Hands pressing against my throat All while singing a song But you never hit the right note

Your “love” is a killer Lurking in the night I was your victim ...

Sarah’s head had been resting on Sam’s shoulder when she got THE CALL. She remembered the way THE PHONE had rung, how she’d gotten up from her seat with a whispered, “I’ll get it,” and the ten second walk from the couch to the counter.

She’d picked up HER PHONE. It had HIS name on the screen. But Sam is sitting on the couch, she’d thought, looking back over her shoulder to make sure. There he wa...