i saw you this weekend, friday night;
you were smiling—happy—eyes bright,
i need you to know, i lied,
when you asked how i was,
and i said, "alright."
i'm still a mess,
after us...
and i
miss...
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M.J. Carlock
I find that words are powerful; regardless of their form, they carry influence over our lives, and we must wield their power with both wisdom and heart.
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Off the Book
It ended like every other stupid idea. Badly, and alone. I’m researching digital confession ethics, he said. A tech ethicist. He gestured at floating data I couldn’t see then pulled out a physical notebook. Actual paper, fountain pen. He held it up like he was showing me scripture.
By Nicky Franklyabout 17 hours ago in Fiction
Comments (7)
Excellent!
Beautifully written, well done!
Oof beautiful. The trail off ending is stunning
It kinda feels bad and really sad
So profound
Very nice. I feel the despair and heartache when I read your nonet poem.
What a painful breakup. Your poem is really heartbreaking.