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 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 about the old concept of how often times people find themselves forsaken by friends or family in times of need, as you can never truly trust anyone besides yourself.
This is a poem that I wrote more than two years ago that just never made it onto the blog, but it just so happens that I am finally starting a monthly newsletter that is named after this poem! Please give it a read and subscribe to my newsletter for a more in-depth look on my writing process, projects, and other things!
This is a poem about how life has become so easy for us, almost too easy, and how we so easily get wrapped up in society that we forget about nature.
This is a story of a Christmas treasure hunt that my best friend Jordan Fowler and I orchestrated this month that wound us on the front page of the local newspaper and led us to start a nonprofit organization.
This is a poem that I started months ago and never finished. I took the title of it for the working title (and potential official title) of my next poetry book, and I went back to it a few days ago to write the majority of it.
This is a poem that I wrote a few weeks ago as I sat brewing in my excitement for what the near future has in store for me when I move!
This is a poem that I just wrote using the concept of a wallflower, in its meaning of a person who will show up in a social setting but avoid the spotlight. My great-uncle wrote a poem about a wallflower once that my mother liked, and though I haven't read it, I was inspired by it.