Writing through the ache, the joy, they lessons I seem to repeat—trying to find meaning and light in the dark. Always from the heart & honest even when I look bad.
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Sometimes doubt slithers in, venomous as a rattler in tall grass, hissing that I’m too much and somehow still not enough.
By Tina D. Lopez22 days ago in Poets
They say the odds are thinning— like my hair in the shower drain. I count myself among the improbable. Decent posture.
By Tina D. Lopez23 days ago in Poets
The sky is black wool stretched tight over the world. Stars puncture it — tiny holes, each a broken promise.
By Tina D. Lopez24 days ago in Poets
The first time we broke I explained him like a David Fincher movie — more reveals come with a second viewing.
lungs filling with steam sweat beads springing from my face splat on cedar boards
Last night my daughter woke me— not only because the moon was rare, but because she understood I had forgotten how to look up.
By Tina D. Lopez25 days ago in Poets
i remember exactly when i stopped believing in god i had already learned a door doesn't open when another closes that adults lie when they promise there is a
By Tina D. Lopez27 days ago in Poets
Ex hiding secrets my presence sets off alarms “friends” oblivious He smiles at their faces pretending he’s not cruel
By Tina D. Lopez29 days ago in Poets
ex hiding secrets my presence sets off alarms "friends" oblivious
By Tina D. Lopez30 days ago in Poets
Adam's not in view No sharing our ribs tonight I'll eat the apple!
Scanning the menu no sharing my ribs tonight table set for one
Ray William Johnson spins true-crime reels Comic like words “aight”, “foine” and quick takes I keep watching, thrilled when I hear “until”
