Writing through the ache, the joy, they lessons I seem to repeat—trying to find meaning and light in the dark. Always from the heart & honest even when I look bad.
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They say if you love someone you should set them free. I didn't ask to be freed. A hand let go and called it mercy like I was a wounded animal
By Tina D. Lopez2 months ago in Poets
Saturday hands in view holding phone Protestor gun permit CITIZEN Masked agent made a choice Alex Pretti
Late-night phone conversation with my ex, who doesn’t believe in soulmates, fate, or anything that can’t be explained or measured.
“Anti-depressants are for losers who are afraid to feel.” The circle glares at me as I try to pass cruelty as enlightenment.
Now, in this moment Inhaling and exhaling Chest rising, falling
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Ice agents patrol Streets of Minneapolis Citizens uneased
lonely friday night everyone is coupled up on bumble swiping
Here’s today’s lesson: lights off, hide, and stay silent active shooter drill
metamorphosis wings drying, no one watching today, unugly
in front of mirror crow’s feet and many laugh lines stranger’s reflection
I do not kill the quiet ones, those patient architects of air, spinning silk from unseen places, lacing corners with their care.
