Ends of the Earth
by Valerie Parente
I would go
to the ends of the earth
to make sure you know
just how much you’re worth
stretched out past the atmosphere
beyond the boundaries of the world
yes for you I would go
to the ends of the earth
because you’re less of a planet
and more of an entire universe.
– Valerie Parente (6-21-2026)
The Lie by Valerie Parente
The problem was never the lie
the problem was how easy it was to believe the lie.
It’s a travesty
the way they mold our minds
like clay or paper mâché
they shape our brains
but when we realize we’ve been used
we can begin to dissolve the ruse.
The lie says more about the fragility of our minds
than it does about the content it transcribes
and the truth in that realization
can set us free from exploitation.
– Valerie Parente (6-14-2026)
Primordial Soup
by Valerie Parente
Back when we were floating
in the primordial soup
I said I’ll go
but I’m not going without you.
I know in my heart of hearts
down to each molecule
when I chose life
you chose it too.
Across the universe
we swore we’d find each other
again and again
entangled to one another.
We picked the earth
human life to discover
what it feels to be a breath
space and time undercover.
I knew I wouldn’t remember
this very specifics of this promise
but I swore when I found what I was meant to
I’d be sure to recognize it.
– Valerie Parente (6-6-2026)
The Best Revenge Is That You Have to Live With Yourself
by Valerie Parente
The best revenge
is that you have to live with yourself.
I sleep so well
knowing you made your own hell.
I could dream up a million hells that you deserve
but nothing could be worse
to what how you must suffer
when you look in the mirror
and see someone you abhor
oh your face must contort
with a special kind of hurt
masking a frown with a smirk
against the laws of the universe
you made karma your own curse
and you might have wronged me first
but it’s your self hatred that will endure.
– Valerie Parente (5-31-2026)
pray/prey by Valerie Parente
You pray to men
while you prey on women
and we’re all supposed to pretend
we don’t notice the difference.
You tell women to do all these things
to protect themselves from men
as you tell men to put their hands together
and continue to say amen.
There is minimal accountability
for the dangers men create
many of them see women in peril
and do nothing to make a change
instead they rely on a man in the sky
to have the courage they won’t take
because even with all the cards in their hands
they still deflect the blame
and hope the man in the sky
will deal with the hell they made.
It’s not about fault
it’s about women feeling somewhat okay
while the patriarchy that runs the world
continues to make it unsafe
under the guise of faith.
– Valerie Parente (5-24-2026)
The Devil On My Shoulder Is So Pretty by Valerie Parente
The devil on my shoulder
is so pretty.
She whispers poetry in my ear
that’s so sickening.
Because she used to be an angel
but she fell from grace
and now she lurks in the shadows
of my mental states.
Her horns represent
something so appealing
the idea of the subconscious
in the shape of a demon.
She is narcissism, she is vanity,
the root of evil.
She is the assignment of good and bad,
the concept of ego.
She tempts the pragmatic mind
like a moth to a flame.
She claims chaos and destruction
explains the pain.
But tell me why I have morals
deep in my core
tell me why light and love
will always conquer.
The devil on my shoulder
is just a breath.
She accompanies my life
like the idea of death.
She is creation
whispering in my ear
she is just a thought
a philosophical idea.
– Valerie Parente (5-17-2026)
The Carnival is Back in Town
by Valerie Parente
The carnival
is back in town
and it gives me a feeling
so profound
the way we build it up
just to tear it down
like our expectations
before we all found
that the promise of adulthood
wasn’t safe and sound
it’s a game of chance
to outgrow these clowns
but that ferris wheel
it still goes around
same crazy ride
with a different crowd
and year after year
on these fairgrounds
you remember when life was fair
but it’s not fair now.
There was an innocence then
that childhood allowed
but if you listen carefully
you’ll still hear it loud
the sound of the carnival
when it’s back in town
a fleeting state
that cannot be bound.
– Valerie Parente (5-16-2026)
Stomach Lining
by Valerie Parente
Oh the irony
that I destroyed my stomach lining
in an effort to be thin,
that I can’t properly digest
the world I want to take in.
I did it to myself
swallowing pills for bloating
but the stomach didn’t shrink
it became agonizing.
Meanwhile we live in a society
handing out prescriptions
to ruin the appetite of the ones
without mental conditions.
The same doctors that wagged their fingers
in my direction
are now encouraging disorders
à la injection.
And I’m sorry but I don’t have the stomach
to actively listen
to those once preaching body positivity
now with the opposite opinion.
It’s almost like it was never about health
just a superficial conviction.
It’s a sick world equating deprivation
with sweet discipline.
No, I don’t have the stomach
or the interior lining
to digest the bullshit
the elites are buying.
The mental fortitude it takes
to fight disordered eating
has never been more difficult
for those of us healing.
– Valerie Parente (5-3-2026)
Accidental Invocations by Valerie Parente
I’m scared to let my hands touch each other
in case I have an intrusive thought,
because then God might mistake it for praying
for something that I don’t want.
When I lie down to sleep
I make sure I separate my hands
because what if I think bad things
and invoke my own nightmares?
I scramble to apologize
in case God is listening
but how can I rescind the lies
with the same voice that sins?
But then I remind myself
God’s language is genuine,
He need not know my words
because He knows my intentions.
If the universe had a voice
He would speak through energy
anxiety wouldn’t make a dent
to the creator of the grand scheme.
Fear no accidental invocations
from the obsessive compulsive thoughts,
God doesn’t reach us in the brain
He only reaches for the heart.
– Valerie Parente (5-3-2026)
Many Women, Some Men by Valerie Parente
Many women play dumb
as not to offend
because to anger some men
could mean her life’s end.
Many women go ghost
as not to piss off
fearing rejection
could mean her life stops.
Many women hold their keys
as a means to defend
between the knuckles
where her life depends.
Many women smile back
as a way to pretend
because if she disapproves
her life could be threatened.
Some men need an explicit signal
but when they receive that, they attack
then turn around and blame women
for putting on an act.
And the knee-jerk reaction
is to say “not all men”
but what do you call it when a small portion
affects every single woman?
– Valerie Parente (4-24-2026)
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