This piece from Margins of the First Draft makes me think I wrote better poetry in my teens than I write now. (Authors Note) a Prayer Here I lay In the darkness of my room Praying to all the Gods that I know That someday, Somewhere, Someway We can meet each other And...
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Poetry On the margins of the First Draft #5 | Insanity
This piece of poetry from Margins of the First Draft is one of those poems that makes me feel as if I can’t write anymore, as if I’ve lost some childish part of myself that once had a vivid imagination. I feel like life has dulled me and my writing has become boring....
Poetry On the margins of the First Draft #4 | His Eyes
This piece is part of Margins of the First Draft—a collection of very old poems. This was one of the first poems I ever wrote and published. Considering how young I was when I started writing, this one feels especially strange, because at that age, I knew very little...
Poetry On the margins of the First Draft #3 | Immortalized
This reflection is part of Margins of the First Draft — a collection of poetry that stems from an overactive imagination and a speck of emotion. (Authors Note) Immortalized So, Today I wrote a poem Crippled by my fear That he will fade into the cruel passing of time...
Poetry On the margins of the First Draft #2 | Flammable | Linked to dVerse OLN
This piece is part of Margins of the First Draft — a collection of poetry that was originally written in my teens or early adulthood. I think it was fun to revisit some of them and *add additional poetry to the margins*. As I have mentioned, am now sharing them with...
Poetry On the margins of the First Draft #1 | the Beginning | Linked to dVerse OLN
The original poetry collected here was written and reshaped from my old work a few years ago. I wanted to see how much my writing style had changed and revisit some of my older work... The first part is the younger me and the second part is a bit older me... If that...
Poetry On the margins of the First Draft #6 | a Prayer
This piece from Margins of the First Draft makes me think I wrote better poetry in my teens than I write now. (Authors Note) a Prayer Here I lay In the darkness of my room Praying to all the Gods that I know That someday, Somewhere, Someway We can meet each other And...
Poetry On the margins of the First Draft #5 | Insanity
This piece of poetry from Margins of the First Draft is one of those poems that makes me feel as if I can’t write anymore, as if I’ve lost some childish part of myself that once had a vivid imagination. I feel like life has dulled me and my writing has become boring....
Poetry On the margins of the First Draft #4 | His Eyes
This piece is part of Margins of the First Draft—a collection of very old poems. This was one of the first poems I ever wrote and published. Considering how young I was when I started writing, this one feels especially strange, because at that age, I knew very little...
Poetry On the margins of the First Draft #3 | Immortalized
This reflection is part of Margins of the First Draft — a collection of poetry that stems from an overactive imagination and a speck of emotion. (Authors Note) Immortalized So, Today I wrote a poem Crippled by my fear That he will fade into the cruel passing of time...
Poetry On the margins of the First Draft #2 | Flammable | Linked to dVerse OLN
This piece is part of Margins of the First Draft — a collection of poetry that was originally written in my teens or early adulthood. I think it was fun to revisit some of them and *add additional poetry to the margins*. As I have mentioned, am now sharing them with...
Poetry On the margins of the First Draft #1 | the Beginning | Linked to dVerse OLN
The original poetry collected here was written and reshaped from my old work a few years ago. I wanted to see how much my writing style had changed and revisit some of my older work... The first part is the younger me and the second part is a bit older me... If that...