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Tú Me Acostumbraste
All that remains, is a montage in my mind, a little cry of “after all, it didn’t mean much at all”. It did, to me. All that remains, is a recurring dream, that is so sweet, so cruel, that it becomes a nightmare. Sad sting, in the corner of my eyes. How they flow, when…
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Over
I am free, at last, but I’ve never felt so trapped. Capture me again. Capture me again, my helpless cry, pathetic, but it’s all I know. All I know is us. Waist deep in regret and dirt. My mud stained heart, bleeds.
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Straw Poll
Is fate kind? Is my life decided? Am I helpless? Hoping for the best, but just a person that life happens to? You decide. They decide. Life decides. I just wait.
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New Book – Confessions of a Self Aware Manic Pixie Dream Girl
Hola amigos, My new poetry collection, Confessions of a Self Aware Manic Pixie Dream Girl is now available. Salvaged from the chaos and challenges of the UK wide lockdown, that occurred due to Covid-19, Confessions of a Self Aware Manic Pixie Dream Girl is a refreshingly frank take on the events unfolding around the world,…
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2 Days
Thirty four times, I’ve been tortured, Stockholm syndrome, grateful Gitmo girl, taping up my sanity, until the twenty fifth, when I say to myself, “Surely, today.” Appropriate amnesia, I forget, under the new moon, the promises we made, maybe they’re just things that people say, when they’re infatuated. Once upon a time, you told me,…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 