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Scars
“Scars” Free Verse, New Poetry, 8-4-16 Some nights when I can’t sleep My mind wanders back to another time Where the heartache must have happened To someone else, someone I never knew. I want to go back sometimes Maybe to right the wrongs Or do things differently. The memories still have power over me. I hate that I’m still reminded of you After so many years and wasted tears. I wish I could take them all back. It was my youth I allowed stolen. I gave you myself because I loved you. I managed to survive the pain of loss, But then you came back And almost destroyed what was left…
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I Remember Purple Skies
I Remember Purple Skies- Fiction Workshop 2002 Mattie pushed her newly-dyed purple hair out of her face. Her green eyes filled with tears. She had fun during earlier road trips with her friends Sunny and Jade, but now that her first semester of college was almost over and her heart was broken, Mattie felt like she couldn’t enjoy anything anymore. “Are you dwelling again, Matilda?” Jade asked, pushing her short black hair behind her ears. “Don’t make me come back there and beat your ass. You know I’ll do it.” “A little,” Mattie said. “It was the song I guess.” “Don’t just sit back there and cry, Mattie,” Jade said.…
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There
I wrote this for an Expanded Imagist Poetry assignment for my Creative Writing class my sophomore year in college. I turned in the pencil drawing for a Drawing Studio class in 2000. “There” 8-30-00 On cold concrete steps long abandoned like the building behind, she told him her biggest fear, which he helped cease, and made her smile. She wondered how many had fallen in love there, with the rough, red bricks scraping their backs. He thought about how many in the past had sex there, (as they did) with the sharp, rusty guard rails in the way. He drew lines in the clay to make her think while they discussed his…
