THE BOOK IS AVAILABLE!

My book is now available! I self-published it through CreateSpace which means that it is available on Amazon and Kindle! I did the formatting and cover art myself:

You can check out more on Amazon. They allow a preview of the first ~10 pages, which includes the first 2 poems. Check it out here:

This book is the full collection of those poems that I wrote during college: 31 in total. That makes the book about 50 pages long! That is 50 poems of my heart, soul, and mind during the last 2 years of college at Liberty University.

Thank you already for showing support. Your views and follows have encouraged me to continue the publication process. I would not have published without your feedback. Now, it’s ready! I need you to continue to show support by buying a copy, reviewing it, and recommending it to a friend. Any of those will help! To encourage your support I made the prices cheap: the paperback copy is $9, and the Kindle version is $6. This is just as much about sharing my story as it is about earning a profit. I’m not making that much money from this.

Thank you for your support!

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Poem Entry #15

Dogwood II (written 06 Sept 2016, edited Oct 26)

 

You are a flowering dogwood tree

Who has grown to mean so much to me—

A tall, strong pine in a lonely grove

Ready to scope the skyline alone

Until I surveyed my surroundings

And found you directly beside me.

Congrats! You made it to the canopy!

Maybe you would like some coffee?

Or maybe, maybe just a chat?

I think I would really like that.

So, I swayed and you swayed

With the wind flow of time,

Till you bloomed and opened

These narrow eyes of mine.

BONUS: Salvation

Salvation (April 2017)

There is something beautiful about poetry
That brings a bummy college student
In a lackluster green car
Driving through a world-class university…
That saves her from the struggle
And makes her a queen of wordplay.
Her ability to manipulate metallic technique
And navigate the flow of oceanic emotions
Saves her from a present dullness
By safeguarding a future glory.
If only she becomes a poet, an artist.
Art can save you from a dull life,
So what are you waiting for?

Poem Entry #14

Bloodhound Demon: Part II (15 April 2016)

 

I run and I hide

I run and I hide

But I can’t run from it

And I can’t hide from it.

The bloodhound demon chases me far

Into the deep dark forest of my heart.

I crush leaves, break branches, and leave a clear trail

But it doesn’t matter cause the demon won’t prevail

I trip

Poem Entry #13

Bloodhound Demon: Part I (15 Apr 2016)

 

My vice is a bloodhound demon of the night

I can deny once, maybe even twice,

But on the third time his rage ignites

And I fail to offer him a good fight.

 

Not here, not alone, in the deep dark forest

Where the mind is strong but the eyes are poorest

I yield to the vice I solemnly hate

And the demon whispers, “You’re not so great.”

 

Then a voice booms far above my skull,

“Wretched fiend! Your power is void and null!

“He has my Spirit who knows not defeat.”

But that stubborn demon did not concede.

 

Whether he haunts in the forest or field

I smile—to the perfect Spirit I yield.

Poem Entry #12

The Dancing Birds (14 Apr 2016)

 

You can only play with the dancing birds

If you agree to play by their playtime terms:

  • Make sure your voice is not too loud.
  • Make sure your soul is near the ground.
  • When you move, move slowly or they may run away and you must wait to play another day.
  • When you breathe, breathe gently or they may be afraid to enter into your hazy domain.

I imagine playtime was fun today.

Too bad I scared them again away.