“Untitled [Usually...]” - a free verse poem written in my eighth grade diary, 4/17/2013 (eight days before my fourteenth birthday)
I may or may not have mentioned on this blog that before I was a poet, I was a diarist. That was how I learned to enjoy writing, and I still maintain that it’s a very worthwhile form of creative expression. This was around the time when I first became curious about writing poetry, and almost exactly a year before this blog was started.
The beginning of that day’s entry:
I’m just bored. I don’t know what to do anymore. I have homework, but I’d rather write and listen to All Time Low’s Put Up or Shut Up in my bedroom. I didn’t choose the Thug Life. I’ve also got some decent ideas for some poetry, which is odd for me since I don’t write poetry, but I was in one of those moods where I just wanna inspire others. Fuck you, Tumblr.
Let’s see how this turns out! (I really have no idea but hey it’s a diary I can’t lose.)
Usually
the people
that enjoy talking themost
are the quietest
We are all afraid
of being judged
for doing what we love
of failing to impress
of hating our own work
Sometimes
far too often
we can’t speak
when we really need to
But our words mean nothing.
Wow, no idea where that came from. It only took like three songs...