The Poor Girl Poet.

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Passing a small coin back and forth between her hands, Angie ran her fingertips across the uneven surface as she walked swiftly down the sidewalk. A slight breeze in the air, it was nighttime but the lights of the city illuminated the path forward, ‘just one more block, then another and another..’ she thought. All she wanted to do was get home, climb in bed and forget the rest of the world outside of her apartment door. The ground started to shift under her feet, car alarms began to ring, the windows of the shops started to shatter one after another, a street lamp collapsed, falling only a few feet away. The pavement started to crack, pull apart and fall into a dark pit below, it was becoming more and more difficult to stand until finally Angie collapsed on the ground, landing on one side while covering her head with her free arm. Silence. She uncovered her face to find herself on her living room floor. She hurried to her feet to the window nearby but what she expec...

Andy walked to the end of the pier, the water was a dark grey, chilling sight. He felt abandoned and forgotten by those that he had once thought he could depend on.  He had never done very well on his own and he wasn’t sure what to do or where to go. He closed his eyes and tried to envision the bright blue waves of his childhood, but they no longer existed and his mind couldn’t quite portray the vivid colors he wanted. Frustrated and devastated he slammed his fist against the wood railing, preventing him from falling into the dark crashing tides beneath him. The sanctuary that he had in his mind all of these years, the place he thought of in times of doubt; the only place he could depend on to remain the same, was gone. Eaten away by time and climate, eroded by trash, even the smell had rotted away the breeze smelled more like death than life. “So that’s it..” he whispered to himself in defeat. “Maybe this place needs you more than you need it.” The words seemed to come ...

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Who am I? What am I? What do I stand for? Can I believe in this as I believe in that? Who makes the rules I am confused. Can I believe in openness while I remain disassociated. Should I believe in sharing as I prefer to be isolated? I do not know if my beliefs can be substantiated  while I cannot practice what I preach for. I can see the need to hold my values high But my head hangs low, because I do not know. Am I right or am I wrong, I lack the conviction. I idolize those who speak loud to conventions. My head hangs low as just one in a crowd I do not know how to find my voice I lose the sound With blaring sounds all around.

There is a line, a very thin line, Between being honest and just being unkind. I know that I look tired, I know that I look beat, I don’t need reminded, my face floods with heat. Are you sick? What’s wrong? Your words of conscious concern. But as they’re repeated, they begin to burn. Burn my eyes, my spirit spirals down, I’m trying my hardest, trying not to drown, I have a disease, no it’s not one contagious, Autoimmune they call it Insistent that I look bad Damn right that I should KNOW it. Because you care, you cannot lie I understand but I just want to hide. You are my friend You want to help But you’ve just made me sad It’s hard to defend  now I just feel bad.

There are currently no words to describe, The world screams out in a loud cry, But calmness is now all I feel inside. My anxiety, my anxiety it cripples me so, But I’m not the one throwing out all my dough. Work harder, Be smarter, Pull yourself up. Where’s that advice now, wonder the poor. As we watch the shelves be cleared to dust. Not by those who are in need but by those who hoard in panicked greed . This is our everyday, I’m sorry you’re here. Count to ten, take a breath and calm your mind. It’s hard, it will be hard every time. Just breath in and breath out, Look at things that surround. Name that chair and that table, Stable on the ground. Look to your feet and your hands You’re doing just fine. Don’t panic and I swear you will not drown.