This post is a big longer and different than my usual posts. It is the full story of my creation process for my Troika Trilogy and how it came to be, which I have finally completed after 3 years of constant hard work.
This is a poem that I wrote a few weeks ago as a means of showcasing the different things that are possible with poetry while hyping myself up at the same time.
This is a poem that I wrote a few weeks ago as a way to express a lot of the anger that I had been feeling as of late and express it in a healthy way.
This is a poem that I wrote this afternoon, inspired by rap music that I have been listening to lately, and just reminding myself that I am a talented writer.
I haven't posted a poem in a few months now, but I plan to pick up the pace again. This is one that I wrote a few weeks ago about how real life can be dull sometimes and can draw us to fantasy worlds.
This is a poem that I wrote last week on Friday the 13th talking about my fears and trying to convince myself that I am not afraid of anything.
This is a poem that I wrote a few days ago about how sometimes it can be scary to put your trust in someone and to love them since you become filled with the fear of losing them, but how that fear is beautiful in its own way.
This is a poem that I wrote a few weeks ago about the woman that I love, who is inspiring and creative and who is as much art as the music that she makes.
This is a poem that I wrote a few weeks ago about how like the weather, life brings us good and bad days, and we need to embrace them all.
This is a poem that I wrote a month or two ago as a reminder that you matter, and the kinder you are in life the more you will matter to the world.
This is a poem that I wrote recently as a final goodbye to someone I loved. The last time I was heartbroken I allowed myself to find inspiration from that person for years, and while it is beautiful to find inspiration from those who hurt us and to turn pain into art, I don't want to repeat that pattern of allowing someone to inspire me too much. So, I plan for this to be the last poem I ever write about this person.