Tag Archives: writer
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
The Bottom Step
She sits at the bottom step. It’s her thing now, Ever since she learned how to sit Without having to hold on to something. She sits, she waits, she talks (Mostly to herself, Sometimes to whoever’s around.) She stands up, … Continue reading
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
I Tried to Tell You
I tried to tell you that I loved you, I wasn’t sure you’d understand, But please don’t tell me that I’m silly, Just be quiet and take my hand. Let me lead to where dreams live, Let me show you … Continue reading
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
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
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
The Dead Heat
I melted in the dead heat To a pool of skin and sweat, No wind blowing a warning Of the coming of Hot Death. I melted in the dead heat On my way to work a day, Hot Death on … Continue reading
An Irregular Irish Summer
An Irish summer lasts three days. Sometimes, if we’re lucky, one per month. We get high temperatures And we complain about them, And then they go away, Replaced by a wet patch or four, Flash floods and lightning storms, And … Continue reading
