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,
Tag: love
Watchers of the Forest
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.
She Walked On
This is a poem that I wrote recently, partially inspired by things I have felt and experienced in the past, but not entirely based on my own experience. It's just about the concept of love coming to an end because often times only one person sees it coming.
It was only Irita
This is still one of the strangest and most important things that has ever happened to me. In a dream that I had a woman very clearly whispered, "It was only Irita who bothered to cry" into my ear. The next day, I wrote it down. A few weeks later, I wrote the poem. I then converted the poem into a short song. I then incorporated it briefly into my second novel, "Arisen from Bygones". As of late, I have been delving ever deeper into the meaning behind the whisper.
Definitions of Perfection
This is a poem that I wrote about the reality that we are all very different, that we all have different ideas of perfection and what would make a perfect world, therefore we cannot create a world that is perfect for everyone and that's okay.
Poems of Insomnia: Four Poems Written in the Late of Night
I don't think that I have previous made any posts containing multiple poems, so I thought that this might be fun. I was up late last night, just wired with inspiration and melodies in my head, so I ended up writing four poems very quickly one after another. Only positive thoughts; only good inspiration; only in the dead of night.
Open-Ended Garden
This is a poem that I just wrote comparing the lives of people to those of flowers.
