This is an except from my upcoming novel "Forsaken of Silence", Troika: Book III, which mirrors a very similar section from the previous novel. They are the only two sections quite like this in the whole series, and for whatever reason I am very fond of them.
This poem is about the beginning of my weight loss efforts. I purchased a scale recently to learn my weight for the first time in more than five years, and I have already lost 5 pounds. The longest running goal in my life has been to lose weight and become thin, and it seems I am finally in the right place in life to realize that goal.
This is a poem I wrote for my dad since today is his birthday. He lost his brother to suicide many years ago, and plans on getting a tattoo of a seagull to commemorate his brother's free spirit.
This is a poem that I wrote the other night. I saw someone post a song that they wrote called Cold Rain about their weight loss, and it encouraged me to finally take crucial steps for my own and is a message to myself that, though it will be a difficult road, I will be there for me.
This is a poem that I just wrote about somebody experiencing new highs and lows simultaneously, and how they have said so much that they, for once, are at a loss of what to say.
This is a poem I just wrote, straying away from my style, as this one was more just writing my thoughts than it was being creative with wordplay or language. It is definitely one of the most direct and honest poems I have written.
In honor of Valentine's Day, I figured it was time to finalize this poem that I have been working on for a few weeks. It is about the decision to stop finding inspiration from someone. It is beautiful to let pain inspire you, but eventually you have to stop crediting a painful memory with your creativity.
This is a poem that I just wrote because why would inspiration strike at any time of day besides the middle of the night? This is probably the most rhythmic poem that I have written in a while.
This is an excerpt written minutes ago from my newest novel, Forsaken of Silence, which I am more than halfway done with as of now. It is a brief scene, but one that doesn't reveal very much.
This is an older poem written just shy of two years ago, about the lingering question in the back of the mind of so many: who am I to be deserving of love?
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