POETRY
Living expressions of inner work. Offered as a glimpse of the process towards radical self-acceptance, healing, and growth.
endless
endless waves
endless water
endlessly raging
against an ever changing shore
endlessly hoping
for a peaceful end
endlessly beginning
again and again
then suddenly a splash of cold reality
green and white with a hint of blue
out of my mind and into the sea
physically wet but happy to be
nature showing endlessly more
as endless waves
crash
against the endless shore
endless waves
endless water
endlessly raging
against an ever changing shore
endlessly hoping
for a peaceful end
endlessly beginning
again and again
then suddenly a splash of cold reality
green and white with a hint of blue
out of my mind and into the sea
physically wet but happy to be
nature showing endlessly more
as endless waves
crash
against the endless shore
This poem is inspired by the book How To Write Evocative Poetry
burn these pages
brevity may be the soul of wit
but destruction is the soul of poetry
observe
in your hands you hold nature’s majesty
reduced
to mere sheets of dead wood
marked
by the transient thoughts of one blind to the moment
hoping to inspire a fraction of the awe that its life once gave
burn these pages
and feel the flames as they touch your soul
deeper
than any collection of words ever could
brevity may be the soul of wit
but destruction is the soul of poetry
observe
in your hands you hold nature’s majesty
reduced
to mere sheets of dead wood
marked
by the transient thoughts of one blind to the moment
hoping to inspire a fraction of the awe that its life once gave
burn these pages
and feel the flames as they touch your soul
deeper
than any collection of words ever could
This poem is inspired by the book How To Write Evocative Poetry
inner child’s plea
the body keeps the score
but the mind holds the key
if emotions are messages
why the fuck do you ignore me?
shine light on your shadow
and search your body for truth
why do you keep pretending
the blind can guide the youth?
the mirror is a liar
only one question left to ask
take a breath son
who doth lie behind the mask?
the body keeps the score
but the mind holds the key
if emotions are messages
why the fuck do you ignore me?
shine light on your shadow
and search your body for truth
why do you keep pretending
the blind can guide the youth?
the mirror is a liar
only one question left to ask
take a breath son
who doth lie behind the mask?
This poem is inspired by the book How To Write Evocative Poetry