This is a poem that I have been wanting to write for a finally and finally sat down to write last night. I think we are often so quick to judge others and find them irritating, but we don't take the time to try and understand what they might have going on beneath the surface.
This is a poem that I wrote about how we try so hard to find a place in the world where we belong, when the only place we truly belong is within our own skin and behind our own eyes.
This is a poem that I wrote a few weeks ago as I sat brewing in my excitement for what the near future has in store for me when I move!
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 last night after the title phrase came to me, inspiring the rest of it. It is just about how quickly life happens and how everything feels like it was just a day ago, all of the events that have led me to where I am today.
This is a poem that I wrote this morning about how some memories were, while other memories are, and about how some goodbyes may never come.
This is a poem that I wrote about how I often escape to the fantasies that I read and write about for a break from reality, and how I wish I could just hold my breath forever when I breathe in the wonder of those worlds.
This is a poem I wrote that's about the concept that nobody is truly free since every square inch of our planet is owned by one nation or another, and how living as societies of people is not easy,
This is a poem that I wrote several weeks ago about trees after spending a day hiking in the woods. I have always felt like trees are watching me, judging me almost, as I walk and talk by myself in their forest.
