Two new poems

Suffering inspires art.

Last Chance

"Last chance. No warnings," he
Aggressively barks at me, pain
Soaking his heart and words.
To me, he is all I ever need.

Change happens so slowly when
"Hurry" is all you can breathe.
Asphyxiating on my own lies,
No one can love him as much as I could.
Curses are self-inflicted.
Existence is meaningless without growth.


But suffering is not the only thing to lead to inspiration.
(Bee tee dubs this next one is draft uno. so don't judge because this is only 60% of a finished product)

Ode to Nature

Had you given us greenery to decorate a brown barren landscape, that would have been enough.
Had you given us flowers to bring color to the world, that would have been enough.
Had you given us perfume to engage another sense, that would have been enough.
Had you given us fruit to nourish our bodies, that would have been enough.
Had you given us seeds to continue the cycle, that would have been enough.



I'm not a wiccan. But I definitely worship nature.
Hmmm. I might be a neo-romanticist.