Category: Poetry
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Call to Help
Today we spoke for the first time in years You told me about a girl you saw on the side of the road The way her wild hair reminded you of me You decided then, that she was a symbol And that you’d help her You would offer her a ride to anywhere she’d like,…
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With Milk & Honey
You took your coffee black, And your breath always smelled of it; Deep, sharp, and burnt. Even after a brushing, It only left the stench masked in wintergreen. As if you only grazed the bristles across your teeth. You denied to go further, to the source of it, And left your tongue littered with the…
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Self Love in your Native Tongue
During times of true insecurity, you’d call yourself shy. I was so young then, all I could do was disagree in my loud, high pitched voice. I had that American confidence you were so proud to see. Looking back now, I realize it was false. Those clouded judgements on yourself were because you were a…
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Missed Connections – Love Nonetheless
Sometimes, when I’m utterly bored, or lacking a particular zest in my own love life, I look for that in others. Like in the “Missed Connections” category on Craigslist. Record and proof of that familiar, fleeting feeling towards a complete stranger. The beauty I find in so many of the entries, is that they’re not…
Avril Song 