With each one,I shed loss and pare away painUntil less human and less hurt remain.Seal it, think I’m once again sane. Yet still I search rooms,Scan every view,Whisper your names,Miss all of you. If you enjoy reading my posts, please like, comment, and/or subscribe. I’d love to connect with you. Check out my other poetry.…
I came at this poem from an antagonistic mindset. That’s right; I was angry at someone and this was supposed to be a revenge poem. But isn’t it beautiful and special how writing and poetry can heal us?
I found inspiration for this poem over a hot cup of peachy green tea.
This poem came to me during a dark time after I selfishly hurt someone very close to me. I wish I could say it was an accident, but I understood what I was doing. Who knew the consequences would be so excruciating? Pride Seeks to prove I am a god, So I twirl ice around…
Depression is dark dark dark. Exhaustion. Sadness. An urge to kill yourself and relieve the world of the burden of you. Never forget it. Check in on your friends. Don’t be the one to say “I never thought…. ” Think.
To write authentically is to bare your hidden thoughts to the world.
Wrote this poem after receiving criticism for writing a poem about depression and suicidal thoughts. Yes, I understand these concepts are triggering for some. But for others (myself included), these thoughts and struggles are a regular part of our existence.
Simply, this is a poem about longing versus reality.
Found the inspiration for this poem after a long day of work. Ruminated on why I was spending so much time working, and the realization wasn’t pleasant.
Hello, love. You are precious. Don’t let your thoughts tell you otherwise.