This is my second entry for the dVerse Poets Pub Open Link Night. If you enjoy poetry or prose, whether you liked mine or not, you can find many more poems over at dVerse, where they regularly post different prompts and blog-hops, or you can explore the other...
Poetry
dVerse OLN #1 | Soft Violence
This is my first time participating in a blog-hop for poetry. Be sure to visit the dVerse Poets Pub page and other participants work in the linkup. Soft Violence My soul craves the soft violenceof devouring poems, one by onethe vulture,never full. Words like...
Poetry On the margins of the Second Draft #3 | Bad Poetry
The pieces here aren’t really poems—I’m not doing as much poetry or reflection as I am just… writing. The Second Margins were meant to be more of a messy, experimental corner of my blog—something that might ignite my imagination and lead me back to poetry. However, if...
Poetry On the margins of the Second Draft #2 | Fragmented Poetry
I have wanted to do this for a while—try something like hybrid writing and mix poetry with reflections on the process itself. Sometimes it’s strange, as my mind tends to get inspired by lines from my old work, and then I write something new. The last Margins came to...
Poetry On the margins of the Second Draft #1 | Existential Crisis
I haven’t been actively posting poetry or anything for a while—partly because of time, but mostly because I haven’t been getting along with my imagination lately. Too many of my poems were directed at people in my life, and I felt it was better to stay quiet on the...
Poetry On the margins of the First Draft #20 | Nothing
The final piece of Margins of the First Draft—a strange piece of poetry about inspiration being found in someone elses work. I’m a little sad that this is the last piece of this section.Hopefully, I’ll create more in the future as I myself liked making it, I think I...
Poetry On the margins of the First Draft #19 | Acceptance
Part of my poetry collection, Margins of the First Draft — where I write more poetry inspired by my old poetry. Poetry is weird, this piece I actually read many times and thought that wow, it's like from a 19th century play or something. (Authors Note) Acceptance But...
Poetry On the margins of the First Draft #18 | Digging her own Grave
Part of my poetry collection, Margins of the First Draft — this was actually a newer thought or poem that incorporated into this one. I remember the line originated from the Dead Poet thing I had going on and it was supposed to be a part of the Six-Sentence Story but...
Poetry On the margins of the First Draft #17 | Realization
Part of my poetry collection, Margins of the First Draft — what the hell is this even and where did it come from. I like the poem itself. I sure did have a theatrical way to convey love... Love is not that bad at all... or sad... (Authors Note) Realization And so I...
Poetry On the margins of the First Draft #16 | Mercy
Part of my poetry collection, Margins of the First Draft—while, yes, we have all gone through a heartbreak or two, it’s rarely as theatrical as those 19th-century plays I was a huge fan of back in the day. Life has a tendency to go on. The Victorians were a strange...
dVerse OLN #2 | Autopsy of Inheritance
This is my second entry for the dVerse Poets Pub Open Link Night. If you enjoy poetry or prose, whether you liked mine or not, you can find many more poems over at dVerse, where they regularly post different prompts and blog-hops, or you can explore the other...
dVerse OLN #1 | Soft Violence
This is my first time participating in a blog-hop for poetry. Be sure to visit the dVerse Poets Pub page and other participants work in the linkup. Soft Violence My soul craves the soft violenceof devouring poems, one by onethe vulture,never full. Words like...
Poetry On the margins of the Second Draft #3 | Bad Poetry
The pieces here aren’t really poems—I’m not doing as much poetry or reflection as I am just… writing. The Second Margins were meant to be more of a messy, experimental corner of my blog—something that might ignite my imagination and lead me back to poetry. However, if...
Poetry On the margins of the Second Draft #2 | Fragmented Poetry
I have wanted to do this for a while—try something like hybrid writing and mix poetry with reflections on the process itself. Sometimes it’s strange, as my mind tends to get inspired by lines from my old work, and then I write something new. The last Margins came to...
Poetry On the margins of the Second Draft #1 | Existential Crisis
I haven’t been actively posting poetry or anything for a while—partly because of time, but mostly because I haven’t been getting along with my imagination lately. Too many of my poems were directed at people in my life, and I felt it was better to stay quiet on the...
Poetry On the margins of the First Draft #20 | Nothing
The final piece of Margins of the First Draft—a strange piece of poetry about inspiration being found in someone elses work. I’m a little sad that this is the last piece of this section.Hopefully, I’ll create more in the future as I myself liked making it, I think I...
Poetry On the margins of the First Draft #19 | Acceptance
Part of my poetry collection, Margins of the First Draft — where I write more poetry inspired by my old poetry. Poetry is weird, this piece I actually read many times and thought that wow, it's like from a 19th century play or something. (Authors Note) Acceptance But...
Poetry On the margins of the First Draft #18 | Digging her own Grave
Part of my poetry collection, Margins of the First Draft — this was actually a newer thought or poem that incorporated into this one. I remember the line originated from the Dead Poet thing I had going on and it was supposed to be a part of the Six-Sentence Story but...
Poetry On the margins of the First Draft #17 | Realization
Part of my poetry collection, Margins of the First Draft — what the hell is this even and where did it come from. I like the poem itself. I sure did have a theatrical way to convey love... Love is not that bad at all... or sad... (Authors Note) Realization And so I...
Poetry On the margins of the First Draft #16 | Mercy
Part of my poetry collection, Margins of the First Draft—while, yes, we have all gone through a heartbreak or two, it’s rarely as theatrical as those 19th-century plays I was a huge fan of back in the day. Life has a tendency to go on. The Victorians were a strange...