poetry
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I remember your laughter the pitter patter of your tiny feet the small fingers that curled around mine curious eyes searching and smiling at me the soft curls that refused to lay flat and tears that would want only me for comfort I stay for those moments when you still need me the nights when
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Woe is me I am lying here in my misery Waiting for you to notice me Shrouded in lace and webs I am laying here lost in my own internal dread Watching, waiting, impatient but staying crying out for you to see me the sound so loud it reverberates against the walls and you still
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My brain is fried and my body is tired I sit here pondering your absence the quiet reminds me of how you left my heart black and bruised oh to be used by the one that you once loved. How could such a thing be true? How could all of this pain be left inside
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I never really wanted to say goodbye All I ever wanted was to be the one who one day with which you die. With Love, GV Rioz
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Set your story before dawn or after midnight. Your character is awake for a specific reason. Posted in Short Story on Aug 8, 2025 https://blog.reedsy.com/creative-writing-prompts/author/geneva-rioz/ I can hear the birds chirping quietly outside even though the sun has not deigned to rise. Here I lay waiting. Waiting for what? I’m not quite sure. My mind seems to
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Take me back, oh please, to the time when I knew what it felt like to be me. I’ve changed and I’ve grown. Lassoed and towed onto this new grove of awakening with new stories untold. I don’t know if I can find my way back from here. But maybe that was the point? Maybe
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Her dark skin glowed back at the moonlight hitting the lake. She laid there out on the water floating, looking up at the moon. Thinking over the past and everything this life would eventually take. The stars twinkled on the surface and she appeared to be in the sky more so than on earth. Her
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