Today She Walked Right Past Me. Well I Guess, Even When We Didn't Pretend Being Strangers, We Were Never

Today she walked right past me. Well I guess, Even when we didn't pretend being strangers, We were never the ones for big greetings. ~ A.G.

I’m not a huge greetings person either.

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when & why did you start writing?

Hm, every once in a while I would write terrible, teenage-angst poems while in high school, but then I really got into poetry two years ago. I’m not sure why. Maybe because it was an easy outlet. A month or two after creating this blog I actually took a poetry class as an elective and it furthered my interest. (The poetry I post is so much better than what I turned in for that class, if you can believe it. haha)  So ever since then, I’ve just been trying to write.

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Your poetry is stolen. Fcking wannabe

Oh sweetie, tell that to all of my first drafts that I still have and all the poems that I’ve never even posted 😊 And since you’re on anon, I can only assume you’re just trolling to entertain yourself because you’ve already met your jack off quota for the day 😊

Gosh, I adore your writing 😍 So so much. Hope you're having a glorious day!

Aw, thank you so much! And thanks for the follow! Hopefully it gets better. Haha

“My thighs are scraped raw

and my palms are indented

from damp stucco,

but the chilling breeze

and hum of the A/C unit

distract from the sting.

I sat on the edge

between numb and clean

for as long as it took

for the Big Dipper

to become my friend

and for me to finally find

a little corner of quiet.”

   -EL

“Graveyard flowers mock the deceased

as if to say ‘We were both alive

once, but now we simply

become fodder for the living.’”

   -EL