This poem was written around 1994 or 1995. Even though I was still young, I felt pressure to figure out my life and where it was going. This pressure tended to make me feel unmotivated sometimes because I felt like I wasn't doing enough to change my life and I didn't know what could make… Continue reading A Poem – Week Twenty-Three
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A New Poem
I tried my hand at writing another poem today. This is about those people who use your words against you. Words As Weapons I used to provide you with weapons Words you could twist around And shoot them back at me Turn a confession into a lie Turn that lie into a tale And that… Continue reading A New Poem
New Poem
I tried to write a poem for the first time in a very long time. I feel very rusty at it. I'm not going to judge it or make excuses for it. As people say, "it is what it is." You Can Break My Heart You can break my heart And leave me adrift… Continue reading New Poem
A Poem – Week Twenty-One
This poem is about seeing a former love after a long time apart. It was written on April 3, 2003. Hello Stranger Hello stranger Do you remember Me from before? I hope you didn't forget Because you never left my mind Way back then I couldn't express myself Awkward touches and Shy glances I… Continue reading A Poem – Week Twenty-One
A Poem – Week Nineteen
This is a poem about a flower that is not a flower. It was written around 1994. Ouch, 25 years really goes fast. I distinctly remember writing this poem. Flower You grew from a seed To a beautiful flower You tower Above all the little flowers As you rise towards the sun You bloomed… Continue reading A Poem – Week Nineteen
A Poem – Week Eighteen
This poem was written in the summer of 2000. It is sort of anti-love poem. Once I once was in love Not that I no longer am It's that he is not And frankly never was Caught in a whirlwind And blinded by emotion I longed for someone To care for and to love But… Continue reading A Poem – Week Eighteen
A Poem – Week Sixteen
This poem was written around 1994. I used to spend a lot of time staring out the back upstairs window when I was stressed out from school or family drama. Taking note of nature was like therapy to me even though I was only seeing a backyard in the middle of the city. Little… Continue reading A Poem – Week Sixteen
