Are you progressing or are you stagnant? Are you consciously striving for growth? Are you neglecting important areas of life? Do you have a daily time devoted to personal development? These are the questions I asked myself before I made up my mind to institute “monthly challenges” last month. August’s monthly challenge was to read […]
Photo by Vincent Laforet This city is on fire No longer a city of life A volcano Shriveled land with molten cracks Waiting to erupt again **** People watching Morphs into chancy Such close proximity You’ll have hours to talk If you catch their eyes *** The lights have dimmed The sides have fallen in love […]
Can you tell me your dream And make me feel like I’m the one dreaming it Can you tell me your plan And make me feel like I’m the one planning it *** Because I’m in a never-ending game Of hide-and-go-seek I’ll keep trying to leap off of the page Is this what I need […]
For alive people. Purdue is home to quite a few extracurricular options, there are over 750 student-run organizations alone. One of these is the Purdue Poetry Society. It’s new and rather small. It’s quaint and cozy. Every week they do different activities to try and spur creativity. This week we had to write from an […]
Fire and ice Thick and thin Opposites A synopsis: The yang to my yin
Our tongues are different But we break that barrier The few words that we have Say more than paragraphs
My newest poem: Alarm I set us up for failure Made him into a thief What was meant for two I gave to three
Today, I talked about you This time I didn’t make excuses For all you caused, all you put me through The fault belongs, not to me, but to you
I like to think that I practice independent thought. Like you do. You inspire me. It’s like you cause a chemical reaction. I can feel the heat, the stir in my body. You make me want to write. With your ideas of free thought and individualized self, you make me want to discover.
If I were to say that I miss you, would you say that you miss me too? Would you be lying through your teeth? Would you look at me with a strange almost-recognition? A recognition that falls short of everything we were. Everything we used to be. We used to be everything. *** Or […]
Ashley Kirtman 