Prose-poetry Stories

hoi polloi: "the many" (In English, it has been corrupted by giving it a negative connotation to signify deprecation of the working class, commoners, the masses or common people in a derogatory or, more often today, ironic sense.) A collection of words that mirror the infinitesimal details that are weaved within the fabric of mankind's individualism and humanity.

Describing my life through a series of poems. I'm in an open, long distance relationship with a college student (who I love dearly.) And I WAS also dating a guy around here (kind of. he wasn't always very clear.) Anyway, thanks for clicking on this. Hope you enjoy.

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prose-poetry collection

An alien desert. A sentient structure.

First attempt at writing poetry.Bear with me.

We break ourselves trying to be perfect. We lose time. We question who we are. We grow, we copy, we regret, we forgive, we envy, we overthink. This collection is a journey through the emotions we pretend we don't have - the ones that make us human.

The walls of bitterness grow ever higher

The story of love and its side effects and aftershocks. All of the things that I have felt about you the four months you were with me and the time you left. Love shifts from the main vocals of the story, to a horrific tune playing in the background which becomes monotonous.

Poetry is used to help me jump over my shadow, and locate what is blocking me from being able to get words on the page. Herein, I attempt to reveal my inner demons, secrets and have my words serve as my therapy. It's more than poetry...it's an author's diary.