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.
This is a poem that I wrote recently about being inspired about this new year and trying to take advantage of the year as a whole to accomplish my goals.
This is a poem that I wrote about a month ago about saying goodbye to this chapter of my life. It is a bittersweet thing; bitter since my life here did not work out despite how hard I tried to make my house a home and my relationship a family, but sweet since I am excited for the next chapter.
Salt on the Sea
This is a poem that I wrote about how we as a people tend to complain about other people constantly, and how we often find ourselves missing the very things about that person that we used to complain about when they are out of our lives.
Turn Them into Ghosts
This is a poem that I wrote recently in a unique style, comparing my battle with emotions to a medieval battle. I have some internal and external enemies that are attacking, so I am mentally and emotionally preparing for them to come.
Keep Your Daydreams
This is a poem that I wrote about how I am a doer and I always do what I say I'd like to do, and how people make promises that they don't keep and how, in truth, hypotheticals are just lies.
This is a poem that I wrote reiterating to someone that they are more, sweet, creative, and beautiful than they think and deserve better than the people that they surround themselves by.
Threw Me to the Wolves
This is a poem that I wrote about trying to remember the beautiful memories with someone despite being cast aside by that person.
Monsters among Us
This is a poem that I wrote earlier today about how we never know who the monsters are. Often it is hard to tell who is our society is truly cruel inside and who might want to hurt their neighbors or loved ones.
A Daughter Named Lilly
This is a poem about how since I was a teenager I have dreamed of one day having a daughter named Lilly. I'm not even sure why, I just love the name and have always wanted that. The last person that I loved thought this was very sweet, and while I thought that she might be Lilly's mother, it appears that I still need to find her.