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.
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.
This is a poem about someone that I love who broke my heart suddenly after making a lot of promises about a future, but how I forgive this person and how I still think that she is beautiful and valuable despite the pain that she has put me through,
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 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 wrote recently about humanity and how we seem to slowly be destroying ourselves.
This is a poem that I wrote recently. I am not entirely sure who the poem is written towards; a lover, God, myself. Perhaps all at once, or a lover who is yet to come.
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 recently about how sometimes I wish I had a time machine to go back and change or cherish certain things from my past, which I think is something that we can all relate to.
This is a poem that I wrote about the importance of leaving a positive impact on the world. Our lives are so short, and we should practice being kind more often, biting our tongue, listening to others, and not judging. In doing so, we might be remembered.
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