Aberrant Arsonist

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.

Tale Spins

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.

Bird Not Followed

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".

Acting Lessons

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.

The Gardens of Her

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.

The Librarian

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.