Hello, my name is Anna, or "Blue" if you please. I am a poet and so is, Zach, Corbin, Harrison, and Kenji. We have a passion, a will to write, and I don't think you have the right to stop us. You say that we were just kids who searched for misery, and you say that boys aren't fit to write poetry. But those four men I just introduced, are in my eyes so much stronger than you. Yes I am a girl, so call me a hypocrite, but I'm finding it ironic, that you think these men, would have a problem with you. Maybe you're the little boy inside, look we get it, wont you just apologize? Do you know how much effort, that they put into their work? I promise you, that to me they're lifesavers, They're believers, they're creators, and all around life changers. They take me away from this reality, and pull me into their wonderful poetry. I can't help but fall in love with their words on the paper, losing myself in their iambic pentameter. No matter what words you use or say, you will never take that beauty away. You say because they write they are not strong, I have one thing to say to that, you're wrong. They're proud of who they are, of what they write, and they grace me with all of their brilliant insights. So say what you say, but I've got some words of advice, real men? They know how to write.
A small poem that came to be last night, out of nowhere, after having been drinking way too many energy drinks. My mind went down a slightly macabre road, and I just followed and took notes! Comments, critique and criticism is always welcomed
I've been in a good head space my mind has been free Recently nothing's been bothering me The problem with this is I had nothing to write The blissful acceptance blocked my sight The tables are turning things are troubling me now The flow gets easier, it's freeing some how I don't like this cycle the pain let's me speak Silenced when I'm happy, frustrated when I'm weak
When I was young I made a friend. She was kind of quiet- a loner, like me. She wore a long cloak of stars and melodies that would wrap around us both when she got close.
As we got older we became closer- until she was all I could see.
She gave me words of comfort, whispered when no one was around. And I would hold her close, Keeping her curled up inside.
Even when she was mean, I would forgive her. If she made me cry, I would hold her closer.
We are never apart for very long, though the people around us would try and rip us from each other’s grasp. She would simply disappear for hours or days or months. And soon she would sneak in my bedroom with her cloak of starlight and music and hold me in a lovers’ embrace.
This is my horrendously overdue assignment for angelenroute's MyWritingClass. The prompt was to write a ten-line poem about the way my life is right now, and true to my style when writing shorter pieces, I decided to write a single stanza with each line separated by a single space. Why the heck did this take so long, you ask? I've been through a lot lately, good and bad...let's leave it at that for now.
Other upcoming poetic projects:
- "The Dove and the Dragon", a sprawling poem expected to be pretty much my best one yet. - "Lovely", a shorter poem but not too short. - Some kind of poem reflecting on an observation Miamelly made about me. - A collaborative piece with GalliumGrant. - "Pulse", a collaborative piece with oceanserenity. - A piece for Zevais because he won the contest for a free poem on the shoutbox of my page. By the way, Zevais, what exactly would you like me to write about for you~?