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A sad poem about unexpected change. As if there is any other kind. 


yesterday i was only a number. now her words have been added to the puzzle.

her skin is a riddle that still remains to be solved.

the sharp corners give the devil egress. a single flame that haunts a lengthy corridor.

the light counts its footsteps as it approaches the door.

possessed of the enviable valor of the naive.

a thief itself, dwarfed by reason.

the light touches the window. to feel what it cannot see.

the chalky grins of its prisoners. the cotton eyes of their empty rooms.

the light holds its breath. 

violating her carefully curated darkness.

as it surreptitiously enters. 

undeterred. even knowing that,

once inside, there is no exit.


Filed under: December 2024 Sad Poetry

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Some sad poetry needs no explanation.


the puzzle solves us.

in shallow cuts that take too long to scab.

the numbers measure us.

in the bits of skin that never learn.


the answers sicken us.

more so with each question that we ask.


we count out loud.

every breath a test to see if someone still listens.


the edge calls our name.

in stilted devotions.


we can negotiate the distance,

but gravity always wins.



Filed under: December 2024 Sad Poetry

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A little bit of sad poetry about the combustion of choices. 


she idles. treading in the throat of time. waiting to drown. 

she listens. to the currents as they devour the islands that still remain. 

the moment swallows hard. and she wonders will it choke on her. 

but the truth is, she knows she's too small. 

their choices explode. a cacophony of touch. 

she wonders. whether the monster under her bed will find its way between her sheets. 

names are for the privileged. choices are for the fortunate. 

and she is neither of those things. 

she measures the distance between them.

 by the fire under her skin.


Filed under: Sad Poems December 2024

alcoholicpoet.com

a little bit of sad poetry about continuity. 


the end is a lazy beast. all hollow claws and torn tickets.

the show is always running. thumping stages full of voiceless actors.

the pauses simmer between our words. a vicious punctuation.

we idle too long and the shadows move to overtake  us.

every breath a chasm. the venom is sweet as it learns our names.

the lie is gentle as it unzips her dress. 

as the music quiets, time knocks on the doors that we've locked. 

patiently counting  the voices trapped behind them.


Filed under: December 2024 Sad Poems

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a little bit of  sad poetry about how our frailties make us strong.


dragonflies and caterpillars tell their tales.

delicate wings scrape the wind. shattered cocoons tease the sun.

loose skin falls away as we move to touch.

the bones underneath more broken than we expected.

words turn to clay. much too soft to hold.

we play gravity's infectious games.

flying and falling again and again.

never knowing if we've won.

our voices fade to whispers. our bodies become ghosts.

life is an icicle. time is an oven.


Filed under: December 2024 Sad Poetry