Mystery is the life, It’s the life we all have, No one knows what will happen except the God, We are creatures that will do what we think we shall do, The life is beautiful, If one day isn’t good it doesn’t mean life isn’t good, We all...
A sad poem that I wrote in 2016. I don’t write this sad anymore though.
Dreaming about someone that you miss a lot.
It is rare that I write down my poems in the moment when inspiration hits. I wrote this quite quickly, but unlike poems I edit and spend time rethinking, this spur of the moment, automatically written poem holds actual meaning. It’s a look inside my mind when I realized that the time was an hour earlier than I thought, contemplating how to spend it, within the first aforesaid minute. I hope it makes sense to more than myself.
The toughest of men are the weakest of boys.
I wrote this poem while visiting a friend of mine in the hospital. She was an inpatient in the hospital. I came to see her and taught her about Blackout poetry, and we walked around the ward together. We both had a good day.
This poem is derived from my own experience and what people i know experience by living with depression and mental illness.
I wrote this poem during a long road trip this summer, where I would begin to feel bored and my mind would wander. Noticing everything rush past my window, I tried to follow them with my eye but everything was too fast, and that gave me the inspiration for this poem. Initially, it was written as literal thoughts, then developed into something more metaphorical that could be applied to multiple situations. Writing this poem, I never struggled to find the correct words to use, and it just really flows while maintaining the original meaning, which I am quite proud of!
What are shadows really? A form of evil, grabbing at everything they can, or are they really just a reflection of life we can play with?