I Am a Poet
My work is not meant to be beautiful.
My work is meant to be poetic…
My work is not meant to be beautiful.
My work is meant to be poetic…
I’m not here to be your I’m sorry I’m not a quick fix or a project To make you feel better I am a person I cannot be solved I cannot help you And you could never help me Rachel Waring recently graduated from Christopher Newport University where she studied […]
Continue ReadingI nitpick words I weigh each syllable Before I speak Love I know people who don’t dare say the word out loud I’m one of them It feels too heavy in my mouth Its curves and edges so evenly spread that it sounds more powerful than it might seem Symphonies have been played Novels written […]
Continue Readingso this is how life passes at fifteen: we wake up to the violent moon, breaking window panes and shredding plastic blinds. our bodies are sandbags holding back the Mississippi, stripping off clothes that wrap like peeling wallpaper around our skin, pounding beaten sneakers on icy sidewalks that reflect the sky. our days are clockwork— […]
Continue ReadingThey carry your scent like they were made to never forget you. I miss the way they slipped against my legs, as I intertwined them with yours. Under my white, stained duvet was our private sanctuary, where we hid all night. There was a time your chest was my pillow; my dreams were vibrant then. […]
Continue ReadingI consider turning down every street except the one the open mic is actually on. The most inviting streets are cul de sacs (easy to turn around on) and one ways (as long as they’re leading the opposite direction of the stage). Imagining the audience in their underwear does not help. I don’t typically yell […]
Continue Readingmaybe in some way i am historic too i heard them call the ruins “beautiful” the old and run down “majestic” i do not see the reason why i should’t say the same when i look at the mirror
Continue ReadingIn my house, a cup of tea prepared by the 17-year-old me is appreciated more than my poetry. Strange women with magnifiers instead of eyes scrutinize what I cook best and when I will be of age. My mother lets them. My poetry book sits untouched because the women forgot their spectacles at home and […]
Continue ReadingSo you’re the poet girl of entropy Sorry He is unfortunately likeable And disastrously funny He loves the same books as you You tried, stubbornly you attempted You talked about love like it wasn’t happening Hoping for order to assert itself And gravity to reverse Fierce little poet You never stood a chance The oceans, […]
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