This is a poem that I started a few weeks ago as I was driving home from work in the middle of the day. There is a large lake next to the highway and it was frozen over and covered in snow and I saw two gray wolves running around together on the ice and thought it was oddly beautiful.
This is a poem that I wrote in the tattoo parlor as I waited anxiously right before getting my first tattoo yesterday. It is about half done, in three weeks I will get the other elements and color added, and I will try to write a second poem before that. The poem is about how getting a tattoo along with losing weight is a fresh start and a new me, and references an older poem I wrote "Centerpiece", contradicting how I used to feel since now I have confidence and am ready to be put on display, so to speak.
This is a poem about how so many people like me seem to be too lazy and selfish to fit one hour a week of going to church into their schedule. I personally feel a lot of guilt about this and plan to eventually break the habit. Even if you don't believe in God, organized religion, or the overall message of some faiths, when you are inside of a local church as part of a congregation during a Mass...it is a blissful experience.
This poem is about the beginning of my weight loss efforts. I purchased a scale recently to learn my weight for the first time in more than five years, and I have already lost 5 pounds. The longest running goal in my life has been to lose weight and become thin, and it seems I am finally in the right place in life to realize that goal.
This is a poem I wrote for my dad since today is his birthday. He lost his brother to suicide many years ago, and plans on getting a tattoo of a seagull to commemorate his brother's free spirit.
This is a poem that I wrote the other night. I saw someone post a song that they wrote called Cold Rain about their weight loss, and it encouraged me to finally take crucial steps for my own and is a message to myself that, though it will be a difficult road, I will be there for me.
This is a poem I just wrote, straying away from my style, as this one was more just writing my thoughts than it was being creative with wordplay or language. It is definitely one of the most direct and honest poems I have written.
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 that I just wrote because why would inspiration strike at any time of day besides the middle of the night? This is probably the most rhythmic poem that I have written in a while.
This is an older poem written just shy of two years ago, about the lingering question in the back of the mind of so many: who am I to be deserving of love?
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