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 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 I wrote that's about the concept that nobody is truly free since every square inch of our planet is owned by one nation or another, and how living as societies of people is not easy,
This is a poem that I just wrote inspired by a pleasant change of feeling I've been experiencing lately. I no longer feel any loneliness or sorrow. I am so comfortable with myself. I am open to love, should it come and find me, but I will not be seeking it out. My time is better spent loving myself.
This is an except from my upcoming novel "Forsaken of Silence", Troika: Book III, which mirrors a very similar section from the previous novel. They are the only two sections quite like this in the whole series, and for whatever reason I am very fond of them.
In honor of Valentine's Day, I figured it was time to finalize this poem that I have been working on for a few weeks. It is about the decision to stop finding inspiration from someone. It is beautiful to let pain inspire you, but eventually you have to stop crediting a painful memory with your creativity.
This is a poem about my disdain for the term "ex" when referring to a former loved one.