Sorrowful parting
no more dismay to be seen
farewell, to past me
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By the way, I removed, like, one hundred of my posts (randoms, poems, short stories, etc.) days ago; mostly because I won't feeling them anymore, partially because a few short stories are already in two collections of mine I published (and some poems that were removed will return in a published collection in the future).
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Day 4 of Quitting
If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
By sleepy drafts5 days ago in Longevity
Comments (4)
Good luck in your new life. Your poems gave us a lot to think about. Good job.
Great little poem. Good to purge ourselves from time to time
Oh thank God, I was so scared you were gonna say you're leaving Vocal!
Super cool haiku, Luna. Very pungent air of tragedy.