This is a breakup poem about realising your jewellery is worthless. What if you’ve spent years admiring your collection, only to discover it’s plastic masquerading as pearls or aluminium glistening with a lick of gold paint. What if all we’d found was coal? I can’t remember what inspired me to
To start, I owe everyone who wrote my Inspire Me to Write article because I lied and said I’d posted this poem. I want to correct that error by sharing the piece with you now. If you’ve read the post, you might remember the story behind the poem, but if
When I write these introductions, I’m tempted to annotate the poem. It’s not to aid your understanding of the piece, most of my poetry I believe is understandable. Sometimes I write some confusing lines, and If I’m honest they confuse me too. Upon reflection, years after they were originally written,
I’m the one, she regrets The one she wishes she could forget For all the tears, I made her taste Not once was I as brave. I’m the one, time forgot One night when the music stopped As we danced off into the night Awoke and said our goodbyes.
This is a part of my writers closet series. It’s the first piece, but I’ve dedicated a considerable amount of time to writing about how difficult I find it to share my writing. It’s easy to schedule a post and share it with strangers I’ll probably never meet, but I
I love my poem, Feud. The rhymes scheme feels simple but not forced. It involves a lot of half-rhyme, and I’m some people see that style as lazy or weak, but I was raised on music, especially Hip-Hop. In Songwriting, the rhymes aren’t always direct like in cat, hat, bat,
I don’t give thanks enough As if I need a reason to love Chase demons I named lust A cheesy smile and I wish them luck But I don’t need a reason to fuck I don’t say the things I should do And even if I did, I’d probably
Brush the dust off my shirt and tie Swear an oath to a perverted lie Did you raise me to put me down Arraign me, for the loss you found Recite your evidence to the crown As the jester laughs with the crowd Entertain these clowns with an execution As
I broke her heart and you called me the devil left her begging for help with pebbles but I was up and gone as I ripped up the roots of her petals She broke my heart and you still smile at an angel curse at me because she was
You’ve seen me smile Brought me these drinks We confessed our dreams for all these fancy things is that why you call me a friend? you’ve tasted the tears I’ve let fall from my eyes but haven’t felt any of the pain I’ve felt inside and yet, you still
I made myself a promise to move on and just like everyone I’ve made you I broke it. Now I walk over cracked glass trying to piece the bricks together fractured in the knowledge you’re never coming home again.