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.
My 4th poetry book and 7th overall book, "Explosions of Another Dimension" has finally been published! Please feel free to check it out.
This is a poem that I wrote about how someone might forget you more and more each day, as you continue to remember them, and how that can spark a creativity in you that spreads like fire.
This is a poem that I wrote recently to help me get out of a spell of writer's block. I am working on my long fantasy series as I write poems every couple of days, but the past few weeks I've been in a creative lull. This was an exercise to use rhyme, internal rhyme, and opposing concepts to help get the creativity flowing.
This is a poem that I wrote recently about how some things fly away out of our control. It was written entirely to and inspired by a piece of music by an artist I recently discovered, "Petti Fryi Petti" by Eivor. I was walking to the store and wrote this on the sidewalk, as the music was literally pulling the words out of me. It also helps that I don't understand the language it is sung in, but I have since learned that there is a version in English called "Piece by Piece".
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 that I forgot about until now, that I wrote the other night half asleep before bed. A few times in my past different people have hurt me, whether deliberately or not, and I've been told I play the victim when I react naturally with real emotions. So, apparently I must have taken acting lessons along the way if even I didn't know I was just 'playing' the victim. It's a lighthearted yet bitter poem lol.
This is a poem I wrote about a lost love. My first book of poetry was titled “The Gardens That Were”, and both that title and the title of this poem are derived from a poem that appeared in that book. “gone, lost, departed / like the gardens of her / I would cut it all down / for the gardens that were”. Gardens being something beautiful, were being locked in the past. For me, the memory of her is something beautiful, but something locked in my past.
This is a poem that I wrote recently inspired by a girl that I used to love. She always wore a necklace with a key pendant, so I figured I'd write a poem about it.
This is a poem about caving into the continuous dreams of someone who one tried to stop dreaming of long ago, and is therefore a bit of a sequel to my previous poem "The Librarian".