we all hurt, we all lie, and nothing stays the same
Sometimes something drops into my life that so perfectly fits the space I’m in that it takes my breath away – like a blow to the chest from which it…
the real thing is risky business
Being authentic is not without hazards. It often leads me to places I hadn’t planned on being — places I’d rather not be once I get there. But having been…
Protected: i love you so much
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second fiddle
The writing of this poem, and the circumstances that led to its surfacing, helped me discover, name and understand something about myself that I think I’ve always known at some…
everything’s gonna be alright…eventually
February and March 2020 weren’t such great months. Not for me. Not for most of the rest of the world. I wrote this poem towards the middle of March, after…
doing time
They say time heals all wounds. Let it be so. doing time ©2020 punkie doing time the rhythmic tick tock of the antique clock tortures & tears…
the devil’s in the house of the rising sun
the devil’s in the house of the rising sun © 2020 pookie the devil’s in the house of the rising sun i awake at sunrise with a universe-sized canyon…
