Tag Archives: experience

Last Times

I had a long month, Filled with poems And blogs And awkward videos. I pause a lot. I “um” and “ah” And “eh” and “em” And it’s really Fucking annoying. Sorry. I tried to write a book. I put it … Continue reading

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Second Chances

We do not have second chances. We used them all up on our first try. No repeats, no more attempts. No apologetic phone calls, No drunken, misspelled texts. We are no longer you and I, No longer romancing Our way … Continue reading

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Something New

I spent ten years of my life trying something new Until it became a part of me. It was no longer fresh or exciting In and of itself, Though it’s still my first love, And I never want to be … Continue reading

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Beyond College

We had such simple aspirations From day one and beyond: Graduate, get a job. Simple. Easy. Realistic. Except no. We studied to be teachers. In Ireland. If you only knew the reality Of what we just put ourselves through. Now, … Continue reading

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Baked

I was baked in the sun, Until tired on the inside And red on the outside, And it wasn’t fun For anyone involved. I baked brownies in the oven, Until gooey on the inside And hardened (slightly) on the outside, … Continue reading

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Homecoming

The countdown has started, I wait by my phone, For the message to come That you’re finally home, So that we can unite Like we used to, before, Over coffee, my friend, Whom I always adore. Homecoming is happening, It’s … Continue reading

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Nothing Like It

There’s nothing like waking to a screaming baby, The same one who says your name with delight, Or crawls over to you to speak some gibberish, Or who sits in your lap to break wind,  mid-play. Your whole body springs … Continue reading

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