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Poetry: Volume I

Updated: Jun 1, 2020

HOWDY! So we tried something new family! My style of writing is different than others, but

it gets the point across (That's all that really matters). I took a class that challenged me as a writer and it was called creative writing. It made us write short stories, poems, etc. Quite frankly, the way the poems and the short stories came out surprised me. I really like them and I immediately thought of my royal family on here!! I wrote a sonnet and a free verse style poems for you! Below is ,"Beauty for Ashes" & "Mirror Man" both, like I previously said, were written by me. Drop some comments, DM me, give me some feedback! Love you guys immensely!



Sonnet – Beauty for Ashes

By: Dashaun Archer

Days seem to get longer,

Esteem going down under.

Anxiety getting stronger,

Thoughts pounding against my skull like thunder.

Joy, happiness, dancing, all were gone,

What I once had, I now long for.

Am I just a pawn?

This, I am still unsure.

Tick tock, tick tock

Days get longer, month stretch further, months turned to a year.

I wonder what is wrong with this heterogeneous clock.

It was time to attack what I currently fear

No more will I let darkness overtake me

I shall live and be everything that I desire to be.


Free Verse – Mirror Man

By: Dashaun Archer

In a room with only me, myself, and

Accompanied by a singular mirror

About my height, that gave off an old school vibe

The mirror was producing a picture of a man that I think I recall.

This man appeared fatigue

He looked damaged

Broken, bruised, scarred

What had happened to this man?

O broken soul, why do I recognize your presence?

For what reason do I not comprehend your external?

I questioned for hour upon hours

Until the light of knowledge entered into my sight

I beseech thee man in the mirror, answer me I plea

Are thou not myself?

Are those bruises not from rejection?

Are those scars not from your past?

The acknowledgement of these questions presented an opportunity

Knocking on my door was healing

I ask myself this question as I stare at the feeble man in the mirror

What shall it be? A truthful reality or a deceptive coverup?


Alright, now that we got that out the way? What would you guys think of a part two?

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