For Gaza đź–¤

My heart aches. I don’t know about you, but Gaza is like a really dark cloud, that I can pretend doesn’t exist and is not that big of a deal, but it is. I know it is and you know it is. The horrific deaths I have seen on the internet. We have seen-if you... Continue Reading →

Ashley

Do you have secrets too? Do you ever wish someone would hear you? I’m sorry I make you feel your pain. Mine got too big to hide.

Writing a Book

I’m writing a book. She’s called horrible, awful, things. And she’s dark as f*** No one likes her either. I think she scares them Almost, maybe, as much as i do. Maybe not, that would be a lot. Our world is trying to escape, but I drowned in escape, So I’m trying to cope, but... Continue Reading →

I don’t know if anybody even reads these anymore. This page is kind of my pet project. I love you. If you are here….well and even if you are not, but sometimes I get tired of so many being…not. You know I post suzannagoretti stuff on TikTok, almost all of it gets 0 likes…sometimes 200... Continue Reading →

For so Long

Becoming a mom hit me HARD. I lost my first baby, Threw up the whole pregnancy with the second Woke up in a puddle of blood And had her 10 weeks early After a week in the hospital I lost my job Had to move in with my parents Who really did not understand I... Continue Reading →

Thank you to You

Damn, I missed you.Yes you. You read “Poetry” a thousand times, You must have shared it with someone Because when I was crying in the middle of the night I saw you You were a thousand miles away and you saw me

Advice from the Grave

Have mercy on your reader-Was it Kurt Vonnegut who yelled at me 50 years ago?Was I being too cryptic?If I keep my secrets do you just stop looking?What makes us search for meaningwhen something is confusing,or drop it becauseits not worth it?Is it because I’m not worth searchingor is it because I have degree in... Continue Reading →

Poetry

I stopped writing poetry for years Because why bother if no one cares?I write to communicate something Not to have a dusty pamphlet rotting in the basement

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