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My Christmas Stocking

My annual contribution…is a Christmas stocking a good metaphor for an ex wife?

All last year you griped and moanedwhile I would hide or just get stonedto make it through your constant shrill henpecking.Then you finally sneaked awaythe morning after Christmas dayand drained the funds we had in our joint checking.After you had packed...

He took a swig of the whiskey, hoping to dull the ache inside.The illusion that he moved on shattered, demolishing all pretenses he built over time. Like an avalanche, her memories flooded his mind and senses with a vengeance that could destroy his sanity...

Bitter Ticking

Awww... a poor privileged man lost his Rollex, how sad...

Large ice blue eyes towered over my head, bullying me into accepting his reality. Of course, I nodded, agreed, appeased. I changed the accounting codes facilitating the theft of expensive cases of wine. The whole company set its sharp teeth against my unw...

The Letter

No, it isn't about any relationship of mine . LOL

The Letter (Sung to whatever tune fits your mood) Hello. How are you? I’m doing fine. I always start my letters to you with this same lame line. Then I go on with, “Is your family doing well? Or some other bullshit like that, Instead of wishing them in he...

But I'm Not

Short piece. I saw him during class and the words just flowed.

If I was still your friend, I would be so proud of you right this second. If I was still your friend, you would not quite understand why, but accept it quietly, like you did everything else about me. If I was still your friend, I would greet you every mor...

But Really, I Adore You

He and I stopped being friends, and I needed to vent. Title taken from the song Starring Role.

I ignore you so painfully obviously that it's almost like I'm screaming out how much attention I'm actually paying you. Every turn I make, every single step I take is carefully calculated to be in the opposite direction you're going. Every turn of my gaze...

I never do a preface to my work but I wrote this a long time ago. I was extremely angry,heartbroken and betrayed by a lover. Looking back I don't feel the same toxicity but it is still a poem that reflects that turbulant part of my life. Dear (Insert your...