If I Were You on That Bed ("Signals" sneak-peek)
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Complete, First published Oct 11, 2016
This is the poem that I wrote which inspired me to begin writing new genres of poetry. I have started that and began to write my second poetry collection, "Signals." I understand that it is taking a long time for me to finish the collection, and I am very excited to unveil to you all. However, I feel you all deserve a sneak-peek of what I have in store for you. This is the first poem I have written in the form of spoken-word. I hope you all enjoy it, and expect the full collection in time. I have a vision with this new collection: to report stories and feelings of my life through a different lens and convey them under my literary movement, Post-romantic drama. This poem, while tragic, shows the very real feelings we will all eventually face in life.
Kindest regards,
A
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