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 recently as a response to my previously written poem, "Dead in the UK". I wrote that one months before knowing I'd be taking a trip to the UK so soon, and I write this one as a response after having gone to the UK and seeing the exact cliffs I had always felt a calling to go to.
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.
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.
This is a poem that I just wrote inspired by a pleasant change of feeling I've been experiencing lately. I no longer feel any loneliness or sorrow. I am so comfortable with myself. I am open to love, should it come and find me, but I will not be seeking it out. My time is better spent loving myself.
This is a poem that I wrote about how I have always been drawn to the cliffs found in Ireland and the UK, where there are rolling fields of natural grass that lead up to steep cliffs above the ocean with no beaches down below. They're so beautiful to me and I feel so drawn to them, and I hope to one die day near a place like that.
This is a poem I wrote a few nights ago as a follow up to a poem I wrote a few months ago called 'My Thoughts Are Dark Tonight' since some big life changes have made me much happier.
This is a poem that I wrote a few weeks ago and is another poem about the premonition that I've always had that I will die young, but that I am at peace with that.
This is the fifth poem in a series I did of five poems that tell a very ambiguous, surreal story of the passing of time, written entirely to a specific piece of instrumental music.
This is the fourth poem in a series I did of five poems that tell a very ambiguous, surreal story of the passing of time, written entirely to a specific piece of instrumental music.