This is a poem that I wrote about how someone might forget you more and more each day, as you continue to remember them, and how that can spark a creativity in you that spreads like fire.
This is a poem about coming to peace with the bitter truth that on the greater scheme of humanity, our mark in history will never be as big as we would like, and how the names of almost everyone who lives are eventually forgotten.
This is a poem about how life has become so easy for us, almost too easy, and how we so easily get wrapped up in society that we forget about nature.
This is a story of a Christmas treasure hunt that my best friend Jordan Fowler and I orchestrated this month that wound us on the front page of the local newspaper and led us to start a nonprofit organization.
This is a poem that I have been wanting to write for a while and finally sat down to write last night. I think we are often so quick to judge others and find them irritating, but we don't take the time to try and understand what they might have going on beneath the surface.
This is a poem that I wrote yesterday about excuses and how they are often used to justify our failures.
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This is a poem that I wrote recently about my hero.
This is a poem that I wrote a few weeks ago in the woods after exploring a small trail that I had driven by many times and had never explored.
This is a poem that I wrote about how we try so hard to find a place in the world where we belong, when the only place we truly belong is within our own skin and behind our own eyes.