For anyone who’s ever realized, too late, that they’d chosen the wrong mate.

A poem about living in the moment…

Giving life everything you got to achieve what you want. Moving forward despite what others think or say.

The love-torn youth’s look at affection.

A poem of high expectations.

Is love something that can be trivialized?

I found my notebook with this poem in it today. A couple of months ago I went to a poetry writing workshop. We had to create poems that somehow embodied the word form. I’ve never been much of a form poetry girl so I just had fun with the idea. I invented a word called conformitivity which I think should exist but doesn’t. Conformitivity means the practice of willfully conforming.

Tired of living up to other peoples expectations…

A poem about expectations.

Sometimes others don’t know us as well as they think they do.