Poems
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I used to live in this house, its windows shattered, paint chipped, aged wallpaper bearing witness to years of arguments and tears. Doors slammed shut, wood pieces covering the panels, Falling apart like dried petals of a wilted rose on the counter. Within this house, memories intertwined with heartache over the years, I stood outside,…
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Sometimes I thinkeverybody learned how to liveexcept me. Like there was a class in schoolwhere they handed out instructionson how to answer texts,pay bills on time,keep friendships alive,fold laundry before it becomes furniture,and not cry in grocery store parking lots.And somehow I was absent that day. Some days I feel too much.The light is too…
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There are days I wake up and feel like a battlefield no one stayed to clean,memories scattered like shell casings, trust buried somewhere beneath the smoke.I’ve been abandoned so quietly it echoed. People leave in pieces, and somehow I’m always the one left holding the blueprint of what we almost were. I’ve stood in rooms…
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The world is burning–and still, the sun blooms at 6:04. Someone loses everything,and a stranger leaves tulips on their doorstepwith no note,just hope wrapped in stems. I hear sirens,but then a child sings off-keylike she invented joy that morning. I see wars and wounds and headlinesthat bleed out louder than my thoughts–but then a hummingbird…
The Ink Chapel 