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Published on Thought Catalog!

I’m SO happy to announce that my latest poem, “I’ll Bring My Baby to Bookstores” was published on Thought Catalog!

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Just one more thing I can cross off my bucket list 🙂

XO, Caisse

I’ll Bring My Baby to Bookstores.

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I’ll bring my baby to bookstores.
And I hope you will, too.
So she can learn the smell of books,
the sounds of the pages turning.
I’ll bring my baby to bookstores
so she learns at a young age the value of the written word,
the value of its power.
I’ll bring my baby to bookstores
so she grows up with a handful of novels
and a brain full of knowledge.
I’ll bring our baby to bookstores.
She’ll see us stealing glances from across the room.
She’ll learn that books are synonymous with love,
and that’s how every life should be lived.

Would’ve, Could’ve, Should’ve.

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The first time you told me you loved me, Maroon 5’s “She Will Be Loved” serenaded us through tangled headphones.

“Look for the girl with the broken smile,

Ask her if she wants to stay awhile,

And she will be loved.”

We were on a crowded bus coming back from a championship high school football game.

How cliché, I thought.

I looked around to see if my friends had heard your whispers,

wondering if they’d be staring back at me with wide-eyed smiles.

Instead, their heads were slumped onto one another’s shoulders,

sleeping off the excitement from the game.

I was taken back—I whispered, “What?” in return, pretending not to hear you.

Or maybe I wanted to see if you’d confess again,

just to be sure you meant it.

“I love you, Caisse.”

This time it resonated with me.

I said it back with hesitation;

I must’ve stuttered, too.

I’m sure it didn’t sound sincere in the slightest,

even though my entire body was shaking with butterflies.

Those damn butterflies,

I can still feel them today.

I felt like the poster child for a first love.

All I could think was, how could this beautiful boy I met a mere two months ago already love me?

But you did, I’m sure of it.

And if it were now…

Well, now I would scream it back from the rooftops.

I’d cry, “I love you, too” until my throat burned red

and there was no more voice left in me

if it meant that you’d say it all over again.

I wouldn’t whisper,

I wouldn’t hesitate,

I wouldn’t doubt.

But there are always those would’ve,

could’ve,

should’ves.

Aren’t there?

Juliet.

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Five years ago, your lips met mine for the very first time.

Between stolen glances, our hands brushing lightly and those eyes, my god, those eyes… you pulled me closer to you and it felt as if one million bolts rushed through every fiber of my being.

You tasted like those raspberries, and everything I’d ever wanted.

I swore by the moon that we made a spark when I finally pulled away.

But maybe Juliet was right when she said, “Swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon, that changes in her circled orb.”

Because one day, it did change.

And you bolted faster than you were once eager to kiss me.

Although I still thank my lucky stars for the time we shared.

But the next time I fall in love, you won’t hear me swear by the moon.

The Ghost: Volume One.

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I write a lot about ghosts, but not the paranormal kind.

So that’s why I’ve decided to create a “Ghosts” volume, since you’ll be reading a lot about them. This particular poem is one that I wrote some time ago but is one of my favorites.

Before I showcase some of my deepest thoughts with the world, I feel that it’s important to note that I don’t really follow a formal format when I write my poetry, and it doesn’t always rhyme. I just let my feelings spill and my hands do the writing. Good ol’ Merriam Webster says poetry is the “writing that formulates a concentrated imaginative awareness of experience in language chosen and arranged to create a specific emotional response through meaning, sound, and rhythm.” So what I’m doing here is really focusing on the whole meaning part of it all and focusing less on how it’s “supposed” to look.

But, I digress– so here goes nothing. I thought this was the perfect piece to kick-start my poetry feature. I hope you like it, too.

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I’m still repairing myself since that day years ago when you left and didn’t think twice.

I’ve got shaky hands that hold my metaphorical needle and thread, stitching up the pieces of me that you ripped apart.

Sometimes I think I’ll be all sewn up, only to be played a fool.

“You thought you were in the clear, didn’t you?”

I wasn’t aware the ghost of a boy could be so powerful.

I mean after all, you’re just a ghost. A spirit who walks around in his same clothes and drives the same car and bears the same name.

But you’re still just a ghost.

I’ve gotta keep remembering that.

You’re just a ghost.

Yup, I Went There.

Poetry– it’s heartbreaking, it’s lovely, it’s sad, it’s every emotion wrapped into one.

That’s why I’ve decided to start a poetry feature on my blog. I scroll through my Tumblr feed and become absolutely entranced by these powerful words that I’m constantly reblogging.

I occasionally will post some of my own poetry on my Tumblr page, but I didn’t exactly share that with everyone in the past because it’s honestly some deep sh*t; but now I feel like it may be time to begin. It sure as hell helped that one of my favorite Thought Catalog writers and spoken-word poets, Ari Eastman, DMed me on Twitter and told me she’s sending me a copy of her poetry book, I Promised You I Wouldn’t Write This for free! (Isn’t she so freaking cool???)

Every now and then I’ll write a new poem and post it on my blog for the whole world to see, if that’s something they fancy. So here’s my first stab at poetry, guys… here’s to pushing boundaries and making you feel all the feels.

XO, Caisse

“I write only because there is a voice within me that will not be still.” –Sylvia Plath