When I was young,Â
I thought I was the bestÂ
at everything I did,Â
and I could do it all alone,Â
no help from anyone.
But everything is tooÂ
much work and boring
when it’s only me.
Enthusiasm faded,
I was only jaded glory.
published in Iceberg's Poetry
I left him at the altar before the music played. With running shoes below my gown, I grabbed the chocolates on the tables, made it out the door. I was on the bus before he knew the day was off. I’ll e
My counter sags under a 16-ounce bitter brew that drowns the lies I tell myself to crawl through another morning. I tape on a flypaper smile to trap the insults before they speed through the streets,
My bottom sheet is tagged TOP OR BOTTOM to avoid the confusion I feel whenever I change the sheets. If it is top, is that not where it belongs? Or does it not know it should leap below when I am fast
