** The only changes from 2.0 have been that I condensed the fourth stanza – though I worry it still doesn’t make as much sense as I want it to, and I tightened up the fifth stanza, changing many of the line breaks** I was raised to choose my battles, but instead I fought every […]
**I feel like stanzas four and five still need a lot of work, and that they’re not quite crafted to the expectations of what I’m trying to achieve with this poem. I’m obsessing over this piece, though, so it’ll get fixed. In the meantime, feel free to edit/nitpick/comment/query where you see fit. All criticism is […]
Once upon the loves of the past, I had a fighting spirit. My naive self with its young will held on for us, always; I was raised to choose my battles, but instead I fought every single one. I thought I knew that never letting go meant true love. Now, I sit all alone on […]
There is a girl. As my train crosses the Charles over 17000 miles away, and I gaze at lights luminously reinforcing that my own path has strayed far, far; I’ve built my own destiny: more than enough to know she doesn’t matter to me. At last, I’m done where she’s only begun. Poor girl, poor […]
