This is a poem that I wrote recently that experiments with a unique rhyme scheme that helps to pace the piece rhythmically.
Tag: creative writing
All the More Beautiful
I began listening to the Seven Days Walking music again by Ludovico Einaudi and as always it inspired some writing and this is the results; a poem about the beauty of things that don't last.
It was only Irita
This is still one of the strangest and most important things that has ever happened to me. In a dream that I had a woman very clearly whispered, "It was only Irita who bothered to cry" into my ear. The next day, I wrote it down. A few weeks later, I wrote the poem. I then converted the poem into a short song. I then incorporated it briefly into my second novel, "Arisen from Bygones". As of late, I have been delving ever deeper into the meaning behind the whisper.
Entries from the Diary of Inman
These are a few very brief excerpts plucked from the new fantasy series I have been working on lately. The series will be many books long and I anticipate it to take years to write, but it is coming along nicely.
Elastic Days
This is a poem that I wrote comparing the changing of days in different seasons to elastic.
Definitions of Perfection
This is a poem that I wrote about the reality that we are all very different, that we all have different ideas of perfection and what would make a perfect world, therefore we cannot create a world that is perfect for everyone and that's okay.
Polar Throne
This is a poem that I wrote recently about how to the core of the essence of truth, people really know and own very little. We are taught things and believe them, and hold things and claim them, but in reality we only know our thoughts and own our bodies; nothing more.
Poems of Insomnia: Four Poems Written in the Late of Night
I don't think that I have previous made any posts containing multiple poems, so I thought that this might be fun. I was up late last night, just wired with inspiration and melodies in my head, so I ended up writing four poems very quickly one after another. Only positive thoughts; only good inspiration; only in the dead of night.
Open-Ended Garden
This is a poem that I just wrote comparing the lives of people to those of flowers.
Prison Guard
This is a poem that I wrote about having recently escaped the confines of depression, having been the prisoner to my own mind and emotions for some time.
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