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 yesterday about how time has changed me so much and my perception of the world, but despite how much I feel like I burn, I always seem to rise from my ashes and persist as life goes on.
This is a poem that I wrote recently to help me get out of a spell of writer's block. I am working on my long fantasy series as I write poems every couple of days, but the past few weeks I've been in a creative lull. This was an exercise to use rhyme, internal rhyme, and opposing concepts to help get the creativity flowing.
This is a poem that I wrote last night after the title phrase came to me, inspiring the rest of it. It is just about how quickly life happens and how everything feels like it was just a day ago, all of the events that have led me to where I am today.
This is a poem that I wrote comparing the changing of days in different seasons to elastic.
This is a poem about caving into the continuous dreams of someone who one tried to stop dreaming of long ago, and is therefore a bit of a sequel to my previous poem "The Librarian".
This is a poem about time, using a subtle metaphor to compare time to a bird.
This is a poem that I just wrote about my maternal grandfather, after whom I was named.
A poem that I wrote yesterday that ended up being about the anniversary of a memory.
A poem I wrote moments ago about how much I hate time for bringing about change whom I hate most of all for taking away all the good that should last.
