KaiTheGreater

The sixth I once wrote a poem describing what I imagined it was like to fall in love. Here's my recount of the actual experience. My girlfriend and I started ...

The fifth My heart wants answers, but my hands can't let go of all the questions I've come to know as home. You hold them in yours and all the ...

The fourth Falling Awake I lay down in the firelight beside you And as I drifted into sleep, my soul stirred inside me And rose in quiet to mingle with ...

The third I will not be posting my third poem publicly, as it's very personal. Sorry about that.

T he second The feeling of wonder as I contemplated for the first time the infinite possibilities involved in leaving home and choosing a life for myself, the impacts of ...

The first Right. So one of my favorite poem things to do is to write a part 2 to things I've written a long time ago. So here's that thing- ...

I suppose I'll give it a shot for fun.

I feel like my writing skills have really improved in the past couple of years, so I'm pretty optimistic that this time around I won't completely embarrass myself.

I really feel that my writing skills have grown in the past few years, so I'm a bit optimistic that I won't completely embarrass myself this time around. This year ...

XIV. When I was a child I longed to reach up And catch hold of a handful of stars Bury my face in their glittering icy glow Breathe in their ...

XIII. I exist in The space between the stars The silence between each breath The smoke that trails from bonfires Scattered pieces of you glow bright Like the stars nestled ...

XII. The first step into the forest is never the last. You have wandered shadowed places for far too long And you have come to know, Though whispers entice many ...

XI. The path to healing lies in the present moment But you struggle to breathe past the cloud of memories hanging over your head This world is painful and bright ...

X. You skim the skies on papercut wings Threading stolen strands of cloud through your feathertips Flutterhands frame the world with soft pink of chipped nails You are afraid their ...

IX. Breathing in the familiar taste of smoke Flashback, time stops Time for us to dance Play the part, burn your bridges Turn your hopes to ash Don’t let the ...