Godly by Valerie Parente
You
are no more or less real
than any God
that could have created You.
Proof
is that You know You’re real
and nothing
can make that untrue.
– Valerie Parente (2-16-2024)
Godly by Valerie Parente
You
are no more or less real
than any God
that could have created You.
Proof
is that You know You’re real
and nothing
can make that untrue.
– Valerie Parente (2-16-2024)
The Skeleton Key by Valerie Parente
The skeleton key
scares many men
afraid it will open
a sinister realm.
But the truth of a key
is in its protection
able to lock out
anything coming in.
Maybe the skeleton key
makes us so unrelaxed
because it proves there is more in common
between the trespasser and the trespassed.
– Valerie Parente (2-16-2024)
Devotion by Valerie Parente
What’s meant for you
is always on your side
even if
it’s out of sight.
After all,
the moon hides
from the world
half of the time.
– Valerie Parente (2-11-2024)
Water Into Wine by Valerie Parente
Since the day Celine was born
she had the shadows on her mind,
drawn to the dark arts,
the antithesis to the light.
She turned to witchcraft
where she could dictate her own life
where there’s solace without man
and age is the measure of being wise.
The witch attended the sabbath
unafraid of what she might find
but that all changed
at the stroke of midnight.

An incubus himself
who was not inherently unkind
on the contrary, he was enticing
and he took advantage of her pride.
Hissing, “Through hell or high water,
I’ll be by your side.”
So the young witch taught herself
how to turn water into wine.
Though she could ward off evil
she was called ungodly in others’ eyes
for the church said, “You must be sober,
when you pray to the divine.”
Therein lied to greatest dilemma,
the finest of fine lines
between intoxication and medication
and to that she was blind.
Some people are predisposed
to a magic so clandestine,
destined to make the most
of the occult despite its crimes.
Celine always had a darkness in her
and for that, she had to at least try
to manipulate hell on the surface
before hell ruptured from inside.
The witch could feel a piece of heaven
in the potions fermented over time
but there’s no such thing as heaven
without a hell, she realized.
– Valerie Parente (2-10-2024)
No Cobwebs by Valerie Parente
The corners of my mind
are cobweb free
from the ever so incessant
repetitive activity.
I’ve never had the patience
to let the dust settle
and I know you need time
to let yourself develop.
Inside this headspace
I struggle to comprehend
why I want the same thing
over and over again.
The surfaces I touch
succumb to age
but here I am
nestled in the same place.
There are no cobwebs
when you always need to be clean
and it is this habit
that makes it hard to leave.
– Valerie Parente (2-1-2024)
Funhouse Reflex Hex by Valerie Parente
I have come up with a perfect spell
to keep my body dysmorphia in check,
a hex that allows me to see my mind as it is flawed
and my perception as how those flaws manifest.
First I look at someone I find beautiful
and all I see is skinny and perfect
then I imagine my face on the same exact body
and suddenly all I see is excess.
It is this brilliant trick
that takes me out of my own head,
it is this foolproof witchcraft
I call my Funhouse Reflex Hex
where I can finally separate my reality
from the mental virus
and I can see the flaws aren’t in my appearance,
they’re in the psychological defects.
– Valerie Parente (1-31-2024)
Underwater by Valerie Parente

I have this recurring dream
where I am under an aquatic spell
that allows me to breathe underwater
just me, and no one else.
It is a gift I forget I have
and to forget is a gift as well.
What a thrill to be able to remember,
remember but never dwell.
Like a mermaid in the sea
I am intrinsically compelled
to harbor feelings deep as the ocean
far from the surface that swells.
But living life underwater
can also feel quite like hell
because when mermaids cry
you can never really tell.
– Valerie Parente (1-12-2024)

If Only My Thoughts Could Fly Away by Valerie Parente
Crossed my legs and started to pray
that my thoughts could just fly away
but they’re delicate, so I confined them
inside a cage of the like-minded.
These thoughts have a life of their own
beautiful ravens that don’t know where to go
I tell them, “It’s okay, go with peace”
but they don’t know who they are without me.
The feelings are mutual between the thinker and the thoughts
but maybe it’s time to align with an outside cause…
so to those darklings with feathered wings
I bid you farewell from your upbringing.
– Valerie Parente (1-7-2024)
On Paper by Valerie Parente
We were perfect on paper
but he didn’t like to read
that’s why it didn’t matter
when I wrote down our story.
– Valerie Parente (12-31-2023)
Don’t Cry for Me by Valerie Parente

My innocence was bid
once I had unwanted thoughts
so don’t you dare patronize me
with a sign of a cross.
You beg for my forgiveness
from the very same God
that gave me my condition
when I didn’t ask to be flawed.
I make my own power
in the way that I respond
that is in my control
and your control of me is lost.
– Valerie Parente (12-22-2023)