By Ally Marie


Anxiety tattooed like a riddle across my skin

Irritated eyes switch to glasses

Fingers like drumsticks against the base of the table

Words drown by too much of my drink

Not even alcoholic but it replaces saying what I think

Force myself to leave the scene

Escape into the bathroom

Catch a reflection in the mirror

What I see I was never after

But is this really me

Torn by my own decree





You Shouldn’t

You ¬†Shouldn’t

By Allie Marie 


You shouldn’t stick around.

You’re smarter if you don’t.

I’m just around the corner,

but never really there.

Stuck in this place

concerned over whether I should care.

I play a game with your patience

and my insecurities.

They say these things-

well they say they’re easy.

They’re not when you don’t know

you are meant to be.


Apology Talks

Apology Talks

By Allie Marie


I don’t want to be like this.

I speak in apologies.

You’re taking away the best of me.

Whispers are the same as shouts.

I don’t want to speak anymore.

The truth can pain all of us;

even those who think themselves as victim.

There’s a time, a way, and place.

This isn’t it.

I feel sick.



By Allie Marie


I messed things up again.

I’m awkward, I know.

Don’t say it is you,

when we both know it’s me.

They keep on with all the talk,

but in my heart I know.

This time most likely-

you won’t call.

The sad thing is

I can’t even blame you.

You gave me some memories.

Maybe they were brief,

but you made me a little braver

so I will thank you.



By Allie Marie


You and I.

Say it again.

First we must continue to learn

the art of being friends.

Simpleness is so sweet.

Just figuring out next time we’ll meet.

I have to figure how to stand so still,

if this is really what we will.

My mind isn’t quite made up yet.

Is yours already searching for another step?

I’m afraid I’ll drive you mad.

I don’t want to make you sad.

All in My Head

All in My Head

By Allie Marie



The words that I once held so dear

escape my better judgement.

My writer’s block is at its finest

when I need my words the most.

Truthfully, I don’t know

if this is smart or stupid.

What they said about me,

I don’t know what it is or if it is true.

What and if.

The question marks we cannot escape.

What was she thinking giving you my name?

How do I know if this isn’t just a game?

Maybe this is all in my head.

I should have left things unsaid.



By Allie Marie


I am not the smartest.

I am not the bravest.

I am not the strongest.


I am not the dumbest.

I am not the meekest.

I am not the weakest.


We are born with limits.

Limits that are made to stretch.

Growth that wasn’t made to rest.


I am a creation.

I am not a duplication.

We are all of the same nation.