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.
This is a poem that I wrote recently about the loss of a love that could have lasted for a lifetime of happiness.
This is a poem that I wrote recently about someone I love who inspires me very much, reminding them that they are beautiful in every way.
This is a poem that I wrote recently about how life can feel like a war sometimes, and in dire situations the one who often saves us is ourselves.
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.
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.
This is a poem that I wrote recently about how many of us often forget to make time for friends. Even sending them a quick text once in a while to let them know they matter is something we don't find time for, but we find time to binge watch shows, porn, social media feeds, and other time wasters.
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.
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.
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