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 about how I often escape to the fantasies that I read and write about for a break from reality, and how I wish I could just hold my breath forever when I breathe in the wonder of those worlds.
This is a poem that I wrote recently as a response to my previously written poem, "Dead in the UK". I wrote that one months before knowing I'd be taking a trip to the UK so soon, and I write this one as a response after having gone to the UK and seeing the exact cliffs I had always felt a calling to go to.
This is a poem that I wrote about having recently escaped the confines of depression, having been the prisoner to my own mind and emotions for some time.
This is a poem that I wrote about how I have lately been feeling more at peace than usual because I have been learning to truly love myself and enjoy my own company.
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 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 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 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?
A poem I wrote about a year and a half ago, while having a momentary ray of confidence pierced me with the rays of the sun that were prominent that day.