Poetry Archives – Page 6 of 7

I think I’ll Just Hide

M.P.C. / November 17, 2014

Do you think life will find me here? Ever so overwhelming…

M.P.C. / November 14, 2014

And this is a Carolina Reaper, which I mixed with my lipstick just before I kiss you. Come here, darling;

M.P.C. / October 23, 2014

I want a house full of nothing; just a clean wooden bare floor, scented candles and a tall door. I

M.P.C. / October 9, 2014

Puede que las caras que presento no sean siempre de agrado ni mucho menos adecuadas para el mejor momento. A

M.P.C. / September 9, 2014

Like an ice injection in the blood vessels of someone with Raynaud’s; That is rejection.

M.P.C. / August 20, 2014

I wasn’t always free. The spirit of freedom slowly made its way in, year after year, removing the shame layer

M.P.C. / July 22, 2014

Sometimes in life we forget to care for things and people that should’ve been under our watchful eye all along.

M.P.C. / July 7, 2014

Live. Free, like birds. No rules. Open path, leading to a world unknown to me, to anyone. Living is already

M.P.C. / July 1, 2014

I saw a clock turn time today, it was quick and sharp. From seven to eight the dots blinked once.

M.P.C. / June 6, 2014

The clues were always there, I just never knew how to read. Now trying to solve the mystery I get

M.P.C. / April 21, 2014

Put away the meds; I want to feel the pain, may her wish not be in vain. I want to

M.P.C. / March 14, 2014

This is yet another identity post. I often wonder, you see… “American” is broad, so I won’t go there Dominican