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.
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One Last Time
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.
Beautiful Deceivers
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.
Turn Them into Ghosts
This is a poem that I wrote recently in a unique style, comparing my battle with emotions to a medieval battle. I have some internal and external enemies that are attacking, so I am mentally and emotionally preparing for them to come.
Threw Me to the Wolves
This is a poem that I wrote about trying to remember the beautiful memories with someone despite being cast aside by that person.
Stronger than You Know
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.
Fighting Chance for a Morning after
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.
In Love with a Ghost
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.
Matter of Seconds
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.
Fiddle
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.
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