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.
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.
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.
This is a poem that I wrote about trying to remember the beautiful memories with someone despite being cast aside by that person.
This is a poem about how since I was a teenage 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.
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.
This is a poem that I wrote recently about wishing the best for someone who broke my heart. A lot of people respond to pain with hatred, but I find that responding with love is more therapeutic. Good people can cause you pain, but that doesn't mean that they are a bad person.
This is a poem that I wrote the other day about hurts that you don't expect to come. I also just concluded my most recent collection of poetry, "Explosions of Another Dimension", and this will be the first poem in the next collection that will have the same name, "Cuts from Sea Glass".
This is a poem that I wrote recently for someone that I love who often thinks that they are much weaker than they are, not even realizing their own strength and potential that they display on a daily basis. It is a reminder for her that she doesn't hear from anyone else, including herself. She is a beautiful bird and a strong woman and inspires me greatly.