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The old wagon
The Old Wagon
Early one morning my dad woke me. Towering above my head he asked me to get dressed because we had cars to tend to. I cowered into my..
Anxiety
Feeling lonely, claustrophobic, stressed, nervous
Shaking, sweating, looking around constantly hoping no one’s looking
Wanting to hide
Sit alone
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Something Unreal
“That’s sad. How plastic and artificial life has become. It gets harder and harder to find something… real; Real love, real friends, real body par..
The Pivotal Point of Community Colleges and Healthcare
With an Associates Degree in Liberal Arts with an emphasis in Holistic Health in hand, a new chapter in my life emerges. In order to tie my passion,..
A Job Is A Job
I remember waking up every morning to the strong lingering smell of my dad’s morning coffee set on the kitchen table right next to his truck keys th..
Generic Poem Title
I wrote a poem about you last year.
I wanted to feel hopeful, like it would get better.
Like somehow these words I put down on this paper will..
Aaron Patrick
We’re finally getting off the freeway at “Stadium Way,” making the last haul up the hill to Dodger stadium. “We’re here!” Aaron yells as ..
If cats could talk…….
This is a story about my best friend……
When I was seven, my parents gave into my incessant whining for a cat, and got me a Maine Coon named C..
Constellations: A poem about dead friends and shitty feelings
We were all young, not even 20 yet. We have a world of potential before us. We have futures that we can’t even begin to fathom. We take shots of che..
They Took My Father
Father and daughter.
A border tears them apart.
Today marks four years.
A Flickering Flame
We seem to have forgotten,
in the midst of all our angst,
that the words we’ve rashly spoken,
have caused us all the most pain.
Our mouth runs l..