Anisa Prom

We were like two suns who like Icarus got too close to one another,

But at least I rely on moonlight to survive and bloom as a flower at midnight.

Opposites normally attract but together we simply negatively react.

What touch was once inviting has turned to poison ivy,

And now I’m more scared than I have ever been in my life. 

Not to fail, no, 

But to succeed and move on so grand,

That I can finally get the happiness everyone says I deserve. 

After all, should I be rewarded with joy when an artists’ job is to be tragic?

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I’m addicted

Utterly in love 

With first step taken from home 

The moment you say 

Goodbye 

And the second you switch to

A wayward soul

Where beaches that get wet sand stuck between your toes

And desert nights so dark they reflect the universe 

Become home 

Yet the loneliness of the road

Always catches up to me 

Drawing me back like tide 

But as much as I relish in the feel of my own bed

I stare out the window 

And the way the tree branch falls 

Seems to be a hand waving 

Beckoning me to my next adventure 

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Echoing. 

You words reverberate through my head, pounding and repeating, as if you’re a broken record. 

Invisible. 

You don’t look at me, like I’m a ghost that’s destined to hide in the shadows. 

Breaking. 

It’s always everyone else and not me. Always the prettier, always the funnier, always the better. 

Losing. 

That’s me. I know you see her and not this composed and masked face. It’s like comparing a doll to the living, and I’m only a toy. 

Invisible. 

Me. 

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