This is a poem that I wrote comparing the changing of days in different seasons to elastic.
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.
This is a poem that I wrote about the relationship between life and death, for people die and are born every day, making it seem like an endless trade off between the two.
This is a poem that I wrote today as a follow-up to the poem 'The Piano Lesson' that I wrote yesterday, a unique type of poem containing dialogue and telling a sweet story about family, again while listening to "Seven Days Waking".
This is a poem I wrote about a concept I often think about; what was life like back then? 'Back then' being multiple eras of time, dating from before humans were civilized throughout the course of time. It must have been so open and quiet and beautiful.
This is a poem consisting of words and perhaps a bit of meaning.
This is a poem I wrote on my 25th birthday about the premonition I always had that I would die young, that I almost wanted that to happen, particularly on my 25th birthday. Since it did not, and since I have much more to do, this poem is a toast to the rest of my life.