This is a poem that a wrote form the point of view of someone in love with a ghost, and leaving life to join her in death. The title phrase came to me randomly, and I thought it was too cool to not write a poem about.
Tag: poem
Thank You for Me
This is a poem that I wrote about how I try to be thankful even for the bad things that happen, since they allow for an opportunity for something good to happen as a result.
Fiddle
This is a poem that I write recently about how suicidal thoughts, while obviously very dark in nature, have silver linings and have in a strange way helped me over the years.
Take Me Home
This is a poem that I wrote recently about how I often live in the past and fear the future, but that giving up is not an option. Each stanza ends with a repeated verse, which stems from something I said in a prayer the other night in a shower (as odd as that sounds). I thought it was neat, so I wrote it down and ran with it.
Slow Demise of Man
This is a poem that I wrote recently about humanity and how we seem to slowly be destroying ourselves.
You Can Have Me
This is a poem that I wrote recently. I am not entirely sure who the poem is written towards; a lover, God, myself. Perhaps all at once, or a lover who is yet to come.
Have Your Back
This is a poem that I wrote about the old concept of how often times people find themselves forsaken by friends or family in times of need, as you can never truly trust anyone besides yourself.
Deep Thoughts
This is a poem that I wrote recently about how I tend to overthink, and often think so deeply it frightens me, but that I've always been this way.
Time Machine
this is a poem that I wrote recently about how sometimes I wish I had a time machine to go back and change or cherish certain things from my past, which I think is something that we can all relate to.
Kind Stranger
This is a poem that I wrote about the importance of leaving a positive impact on the world. Our lives are so short, and we should practice being kind more often, biting our tongue, listening to others, and not judging. In doing so, we might be remembered.
