This is a poem that I wrote a few days ago about how sometimes it can be scary to put your trust in someone and to love them since you become filled with the fear of losing them, but how that fear is beautiful in its own way.
The Woman that Music Made
This is a poem that I wrote a few weeks ago about the woman that I love, who is inspiring and creative and who is as much art as the music that she makes.
As a Matter of Fact
This is a poem that I wrote a month or two ago as a reminder that you matter, and the kinder you are in life the more you will matter to the world.
One Last Time
This is a poem that I wrote recently as a final goodbye to someone I loved. The last time I was heartbroken I allowed myself to find inspiration from that person for years, and while it is beautiful to find inspiration from those who hurt us and to turn pain into art, I don't want to repeat that pattern of allowing someone to inspire me too much. So, I plan for this to be the last poem I ever write about this person.
Turn Them into Ghosts
This is a poem that I wrote recently in a unique style, comparing my battle with emotions to a medieval battle. I have some internal and external enemies that are attacking, so I am mentally and emotionally preparing for them to come.
Keep Your Daydreams
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.
This is a poem that I wrote reiterating to someone that they are more, sweet, creative, and beautiful than they think and deserve better than the people that they surround themselves by.
Threw Me to the Wolves
This is a poem that I wrote about trying to remember the beautiful memories with someone despite being cast aside by that person.
A Daughter Named Lilly
This is a poem about how since I was a teenager I have dreamed of one day having a daughter named Lilly. I'm not even sure why, I just love the name and have always wanted that. The last person that I loved thought this was very sweet, and while I thought that she might be Lilly's mother, it appears that I still need to find her.
The Girl from the Gym
This is a very personal poem that I wrote several weeks ago. I had been content for about a year since first moving here to Maine; not happy or sad, just content. Suddenly a beautiful girl pursued me unexpectedly, and we fell head over heels in love and began moving super quickly; it just felt right. I went from content, to euphorically happy, to devastated and heart broken in the matter of two months, all from a Facebook friend request.