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my favorite book [poem]

I treat my heart like my favorite book
thumbing through the happy memories from time to time
retelling those stories with a smile
but like my favorite book
I’m both incredibly cautious
and amazingly careless with my heart
I might dog-ear the pages of my favorite moments
but I’m so nervous to let anyone borrow this love
who knows what kind of condition they’ll return it in
or if they’ll return it at all
right?

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writing a book [poem]

it’s hard to write a book
the kind that’s supposed to teach a stranger things
without ever looking them in the eye
you’d think it the ideal way for an introvert to share her knowledge
but instead it’s a struggle
to spell out important concepts
in self-contained lessons
with no interaction
or discussion
or signal that anybody’s getting it

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going through the motions [poem]

when I started writing these poems
Love
I admit I was just
going through the motions of prayer
without really expecting an answer
call these love letters catharsis
a way to lessen the ache when loneliness
knots up my back until I can’t sleep at night
you are the sheep I count to find a way to sleep at night
you are a dream
the kind that always leaves me
wide awake at dawn

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impossible futures [poem]

have you ever had a
pie in the sky
pretend we’ve won the lotto
dream? the kind of plans that
are attached to impossible futures?
I used to think I did
have those kind of dreams I mean
but then one came true
and another
and another
suddenly I’m living in the town
I swore I’d call home as a millionaire
but without all that money
suddenly I’m sinking time into my love of words
buying books enough to overflow my shelves
and writing down the world inside my head
until I can almost taste it
suddenly I’m allowed to be me
as soft or sharp or simple as I please
and no one bats an eye
maybe impossible dreams just need
impossible people to reach for them anyway?

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never as planned [poem]

I’m terrified of these lists
the ones that take a daydream and
mold it into reality
it’s not the lists themselves
or the act of listing
I love creating bullet points of action
my mouth curving into a grin with every
crossed out line
half of my poems are lists
hidden in clever metaphors
the problem
is in opening the door between
a wistful thought
and a proper plan

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confusing splendor [poem]

I hope my words bring you the best of things
and the worst
I hope you feel hurt
feel a reflective guilt in the places where
you can see your own sins
I hope you feel empty
feel the hollow echo resonating
between our two souls
I hope you feel cracked open and raw
exposed to the core
and then
I hope you feel the scabbing over
of those wounded places inside of you
I hope you feel a healing itch to live a little harder
feel the desire to embrace forgiveness
without forgetting why it’s necessary in the first place
I hope you feel happiness
feel the glow left behind by a good long laugh
feel love again
for yourself
for someone else
for living
I hope my words bring you life
in all its confusing splendor

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see you somedays [poem]

this is it
the last poem in a long line of see you somedays
scribbled across scrap paper
from here
there is only the wait
the hush of a centered soul finding itself
in the hustle and bustle of everyday living
my life is not on hold
love
you’ll notice that right away
I’ve been pursuing my dreams
while you worked your way toward me
our paths couldn’t cross unless I kept walking forward
and so I did
every step is worth it
to reach the day you read this poem
from the book I wrote
before I knew
your name