I haven't posted a poem in a few months now, but I plan to pick up the pace again. This is one that I wrote a few weeks ago about how real life can be dull sometimes and can draw us to fantasy worlds.
This is a poem that I wrote last week on Friday the 13th talking about my fears and trying to convince myself that I am not afraid of anything.
This is a poem that I wrote a few days ago about how sometimes it can be scary to put your trust in someone and to love them since you become filled with the fear of losing them, but how that fear is beautiful in its own way.
This is a poem that I wrote a few weeks ago about the woman that I love, who is inspiring and creative and who is as much art as the music that she makes.
This is a poem that I wrote a few weeks ago about how like the weather, life brings us good and bad days, and we need to embrace them all.
This is a poem that I wrote a month or two ago as a reminder that you matter, and the kinder you are in life the more you will matter to the world.
This is a poem that I wrote recently as a final goodbye to someone I loved. The last time I was heartbroken I allowed myself to find inspiration from that person for years, and while it is beautiful to find inspiration from those who hurt us and to turn pain into art, I don't want to repeat that pattern of allowing someone to inspire me too much. So, I plan for this to be the last poem I ever write about this person.
This is a poem that I wrote recently about being inspired about this new year and trying to take advantage of the year as a whole to accomplish my goals.
This is a poem that I wrote about a month ago about saying goodbye to this chapter of my life. It is a bittersweet thing; bitter since my life here did not work out despite how hard I tried to make my house a home and my relationship a family, but sweet since I am excited for the next chapter.
This is a poem that I wrote about how we as a people tend to complain about other people constantly, and how we often find ourselves missing the very things about that person that we used to complain about when they are out of our lives.