anonymous

anonymous

This poem is based on the play I saw in Newcastle, Rebecca, adapted from the novel written by Daphne du Maurier.   I think that in some way I relate very strongly To the new Mrs. de Winter, Who remains nameless. She marries a man She barely knows In a whirlwind...
my mother’s daughter

my mother’s daughter

Dear mommah, It’s almost your birthday. You would be 48, But the universe had other plans. September 14th will mark 5 years That you’ve been gone. I can hardly believe it. I have a bottle Of your perfume. Sometimes I mist it on my pillow And give myself a...
england

england

I could sit here forever, Watch life pass me by And wait for something good To finally happen. I could work on my book And write a million poems And let the moon chase me As I drive down the parkway And watch the tide Go in and out. I could dream And dance by myself...
narcissist

narcissist

Friendship Is not an obligation And I wasn’t leaving Until you pushed me away. You stupid men Treat me like an accessory- A date to concerts And a dining partner. And god forbid I don’t answer the phone. I’m not a possession Not a trophy to be won Or even earned. And...
wasted

wasted

This is why I drink. I drink because I trust you And you lie to me And I’m forced to re-think, Re-evaluate, Our entire relationship. I drink because I hurt. Painkillers are okay Because it’s my name printed On the side of the bottle. But the name I want to see Is...