This is a poem about how since I was a teenager 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 a month or two ago about my best friend. He is a relentless force of positivity, enthusiasm, and hard work. Much like myself he is not hypothetical and is a doer, but unlike myself he seems to always succeed.
This is a poem about someone that I love who broke my heart suddenly after making a lot of promises about a future, but how I forgive this person and how I still think that she is beautiful and valuable despite the pain that she has put me through,
This is a poem that I wrote last night while walking down the city sidewalks in the cold after a run. It is from the point of view of the people who have hurt me, as if they are possessing me to write a goodbye letter that I never received from any of them.
This is a poem that I just wrote as a follow-up to my poem from the other day, "Broken Car". It is about the concept of longing for the roads in life that I never got to travel, and how instead I am trying to be optimistic about the road that I am currently on.
This is a poem that I just wrote this morning, using the metaphor of me being a broken car. I typically live in the past and stop often to think about the past, but I need to shatter my rearview windows and rust my brake line so I have no choice but to move forward in life and look towards the future.
My 4th poetry book and 7th overall book, "Explosions of Another Dimension" has finally been published! Please feel free to check it out.
This is a poem that I wrote recently about humanity and how we are often selfish and narcissistic, and how we often to forget to keep seeking out our own answers to life.
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