This is a poem that I wrote a few days ago, reflecting upon having finally finished my novel trilogy after three years. It tells the story of how it began and speaks to somebody who heavily influenced my creation of the series and its characters, someone who I refer to as 'Hanna' anytime I write about her.
This post is a big longer and different than my usual posts. It is the full story of my creation process for my Troika Trilogy and how it came to be, which I have finally completed after 3 years of constant hard work.
This is a poem that I wrote today as a follow-up to the poem 'The Piano Lesson' that I wrote yesterday, a unique type of poem containing dialogue and telling a sweet story about family, again while listening to "Seven Days Waking".
So, I ended up writing a second poem today, again inspired by the music. This time it was Ludovico Einaudi's "Seven Days Walking (Day 7)" album. This one is a bit more 'raw', and it includes some background noises like a creaking piano bench and it inspired this poem.
This is a poem that I just wrote. The words were simply inspired by the music I was listening to, which was peacefully somber. It was Ludovico Einaudi's "Seven Days Walking (Day 6)" album.
This is a poem I wrote about a concept I often think about; what was life like back then? 'Back then' being multiple eras of time, dating from before humans were civilized throughout the course of time. It must have been so open and quiet and beautiful.
This is a poem that I just wrote for Halloween. What I decided to do was first find a good image, and write the poem based on that image. So, it is a story from the speaker's perspective about seeing the ghost of his loved one, being the girl in the image.
This is a poem that I forgot about until now, that I wrote the other night half asleep before bed. A few times in my past different people have hurt me, whether deliberately or not, and I've been told I play the victim when I react naturally with real emotions. So, apparently I must have taken acting lessons along the way if even I didn't know I was just 'playing' the victim. It's a lighthearted yet bitter poem lol.
This is a poem that I wrote about a song that I used to really love, but at this point has come to haunt me. It played yesterday and seemed all too perfect in the worst sort of way. Alas, it inspired this poem.
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.
AML Author 