This is a poem that pays homage to my inner angles, and encourages others to think about theirs since we tend to focus more so on our demons.
This is a poem that I wrote more than two years ago that just never made it onto the blog, but it just so happens that I am finally starting a monthly newsletter that is named after this poem! Please give it a read and subscribe to my newsletter for a more in-depth look on my writing process, projects, and other things!
This is a poem about coming to peace with the bitter truth that on the greater scheme of humanity, our mark in history will never be as big as we would like, and how the names of almost everyone who lives are eventually forgotten.
This is a poem about how life has become so easy for us, almost too easy, and how we so easily get wrapped up in society that we forget about nature.
This is a poem that I wrote a few weeks ago in the woods after exploring a small trail that I had driven by many times and had never explored.
This is a poem that I wrote recently about a bad dream that I had, that was painfully vivid and caused me to wake up in a bit of a panic. I often have these vivid dreams, but this one was particularly intense emotionally and inspired this poem.
This is a poem that I just wrote using the concept of a wallflower, in its meaning of a person who will show up in a social setting but avoid the spotlight. My great-uncle wrote a poem about a wallflower once that my mother liked, and though I haven't read it, I was inspired by it.
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 about how sometimes thoughts, memories, and emotions can suddenly pile up and yet pass with the simple closing of the eyes.
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.