Writer’s Block

No, unfortunately, this is not a new poem. I have been struggling with writer’s block most of this year, but I haven’t given up on my passion! I once took a few years off from regularly writing, and I don’t intend to do that again. The year is passing so quickly, so I thought I would share an update with my now 64 followers! Thank you all, for all of your support! In the meantime, I have been trying to focus on new experiences and other passions to inspire myself.

First, I started the year with the decision to donate my hair!

Donate

I got to see my most listened to artist of 2018 in concert, Chelsea Cutler. I also saw myself in her Snapchat story afterward (points to you if you find me)!

Cutler

After obsessing over the soundtrack, specifically, Burn, I saw Hamilton!

cof

I did some volunteer work, and helped install a bench at a new park!

Volunteer

Lastly, I got to meet up with some friends from out of town for my birthday!

Giants

As I’ve previously mentioned, I also turn to music for inspiration. These have been my top favorite songs of this year:

Lui Peng – Just Go

Flume – Friends

Terror Jr – Terrified 

Cole Messey – Not Over

Overall, my year has been going well! I hope to start producing some new content – so I don’t overwhelm you all with my old poetry drenched in teen angst! Stay tuned!

Accessory

March 1st, 2019

She joked that she’d always love me
In sickness and in health
And I lounged hungover in her robe
Before I passed out on her couch
And when I drove away
I never knew it’d be for good
One year flew by too fast
With memories of texts misunderstood
And the bridges we burned
But the love never fades
In a friendship left barren
Is this too late to save
And I keep the earrings
That she never wore
In the trunk of my car
Because I don’t want to forget her
Close, but not close enough
I keep the memories locked up
But what a crime that two people that love one another
Can find a day where they don’t know each other

Burning

August 13th, 2018

I’ve been siloed
You’re triggering my depression
I don’t know how to handle
All your passive aggression
You corned me
You robbed all my possibilities
You left me with nothing
But your hostility
Your actions differ
Then what you said were your intentions
When I wanted you to notice me
I got your inattention
This feeling is ineluctable
I’m overwhelmed by your censure
This building is filling
With nothing but tensure
I’m gasping for air
I need to respire
But this feeling won’t resolve
If I don’t step out of the fire