The Night Was Young
#2 of poetry! more poetry, straight from da and fa i wake up turning my head as i usually do then i remember you aren't there anymore.
A Song Sung Twice
Hope you don't hate it, i dunno how i feel about my poetry skills. in other news, i'm still alive, and still working. hopefully i'll have the next chapter of of mites and macros uploaded within a couple days.
Midnight's Rose
#8 of poetry this poem was inspired by a very dear friend of mine.
Poem #4: Music
#4 of poetry a poem about the beauty of music. _music_ music makes life enjoyable all of the strife disposable harmonious sound exhilarating limits unbound invigorating ~bhscorch [!
You Can't Shut Me Up
#7 of a thousand megatons of love the poetry of jason, #2 think of these little poetry segments as "filler," as if this whole thing were a prosy comic.
Gamer Girl
#9 of national poetry writing month poem #9 for national poetry month is about video games! * * * what kind of gamer are you? do you prefer mind bending puzzles? or straightforward shooters?
Alone Among The Monsters
#29 of poetry this poem was meant as an experiment in free verse poetry. i don't do free verse often, so i decided to speak about something deeply personal to me.
Poem #6: Cycle
#6 of poetry this poem is about the cycle of life to death, and how our lives imact everyone around us, and that because of this, we never truly die.
Relapse
#7 of poetry! yes! this is new poetry. it took a lot of convincing and things to get me to post something once again. i wrote this... in the.. middle of summer? (which is winter for you southern hemisphere-ers.)
Shameless
#19 of national poetry writing month poem number 19 for national poetry month! this one is about my thoughts on the difference between shame and guilt. keep in mind this is just my thoughts/partially my own experiences here.
Have You Ever Stopped To Listen?
#2 of national poetry writing month whimsical feel good poem i came up with while sitting at a park on a beautiful day a few weeks ago. written for national poetry month. * * * have you ever just sat still and appreciated the beauty of nature?
I Ask Myself How Is It I Have Come
#1 of poetry you can maybe see, given the general body of my work, why i wrote something about how i was worried for my ability to write anything about love that wasn't sad.