11/22/2018 0 Comments The Poet Poetry wasn’t something I always enjoyed writing. I didn’t think I could do it, that it had to sound a certain way and be “perfect”; but the thing about poetry is that it’s not perfect. It’s rough and raw but that’s what makes it so amazing. It can be forgotten thoughts, tangents of an old conversation, or the whispers of a dream only you can hear. It doesn’t always have to be lyrical, you don’t have to worry about punctuation if you don’t want to; it doesn’t even have to be in a straight Line. It just IS. And as soon as I stopped being so intimidated by it and gave it a go, I found that I could use poetry as a way to develop my skills as a writer. I just read something on Pinterest the other day and it said: “It takes years to develop your craft. Do not romanticize the idea of an ‘overnight success’.” And it really hit me that I’ve been writing so long because I love it, but how can I call myself a writer if I don’t try every writing style there is; If I don’t branch out of my preferable genre, if I don’t read the “odd” books in the bookstore, just to see how it is? Maybe I’ve romanticized myself as an overnight success. Maybe I’m too hard on myself for my imperfections not realizing that in order to get good, I need to know how to fix what’s wrong; and in order to get really good, I need to know what I can improve. Maybe I just need to accept the fact that I’m still a student in my field and I’m growing and learning every day. I’m not even in college yet and I still have so much to learn and apply to my life so my writing may not be perfect for a long while and that’s okay. But when there are all these doubts and negative emotions whirring through my brain, that’s when projects begin to build up and my hiatus begins to become more of an excuse not to write rather than a break to think about what I want to write about next. When I don’t write for long periods of time, my writing obviously isn’t as good as when I’ve been writing everyday. And if I’m not writing, I need to be reading, but if I’m doing neither... This is where poetry comes in. It’s not easy, but writing never is. Though, when paragraphs are too long and sentences seem pointless, poetry is a great way to keep up with your skill. And it’s so much fun to read! If you have a good poetry book, you can keep it in your everyday bag and pull it out for ten minutes as you wait for the train, or while you pump your gas. It gets your mind whirring, and your creative juices flowing and for me, it allows me to try something new. But it can be hard to just switch over sometimes. When we get in our comfort zones then it’s to hell with everything else, and even if we didn’t try it, we don’t like it. But why not give something new a chance? Write a mystery story instead of sci-fi for once, see where it goes. Write in prose instead of poetry, try poetry instead of short stories; And you never know, you might discover something new about yourself, and 'Bonus!', you’d have unlocked a new skill in your creative writing. So these are three poems I wrote awhile ago. I’m trying to read more during the break, but school has been keeping me occupied these last few weeks so I’m hoping to find some poetry books that really strike my fancy. A few friends recommended some but if you have any others, let me know! Poem: The Red Queen The world did not end in a bang, or a whisper, but rather, one scream at a time. “Everyone knew that this world would soon be mine.” The Red Queen sat, gleeful as she claimed her throne Those below her, watched; fear had claimed their homes. Terror had taken over the town and death had claimed the ones they loved. She had wanted the crown and now that she has it, the world must fall. The world would crumble, before it was to rise again, but those who stood by her side would be spared of the wrath her reign would begin. The Writer: My mind is a mess my head a myriad of ideas. I tend to forget so excuse me if I forget your birthday this year. My brain moves too fast, faster than I can type so one project just piles up after the last always incomplete never quite right. But I have a passion that runs deep, and knowledge that I’m not afraid to show. I can correct your grammar in a heartbeat and I hate it if you read too slow. I’m a romantic by default It was programmed into my genes. I love to sit where the flowers bloom and then write about it as they seem… so… distant. I can be lost for days. Disappear into my own head, my room I get cranky about early mornings; That’s because I hate waking up. When the sun comes out, that’s when the inspiration stops. So I’m a night owl, that’s why I’m always up. Late. Too late, everyday Going to bed early just isn’t my thing but as soon as I’m awake and this poem is done then you’ll see, that I can change people’s worlds With only a few verses and fancy words… And here comes the sun. Who am I? Fireworks: The first time you kissed me, I tasted the sky. Weightless, limitless, endless, You were my oxygen keeping me alive. My helium keeping me afloat. It was from that first kiss that I knew, You were the one. When you kissed me the second time, I tasted fireworks and orange popsicle. It was bursting, and exploding, and nerve wracking to my core, But then you pulled away with a smirk, Leaving me panting at your front door. But every time I kissed you or you kissed me, The moment our lips touched home, I breathed you in like my life depended on it. Because every time you pulled away, you left me gasping for more. So every time we kissed, I tasted the sky. You are my life line, Every. Single. Time. "There are always three choices in life: give up, give in, or give it all you've got." -Charleston Parker
Thank you so much for reading! Until Next Time! With love, Arianna
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