I haven't written in a very long time.
Poems used to drop out of me like babies from a lyricist-version of a preggo pig. But not so much any more. I've been trying to write more, recently and I finished two poems, one of them is a song (which are extremely hard for me to write, for some reason).
I've always wondered if my teen angst had anything to do with my writing ability. I guess it couldn't, seeing as though they were all crap. However, the angst was inspiration. The poems were heartfelt and true to how I felt.
My most recent poem, however, is not even creative. It's second-hand creativity. I simply reproduced the same story of a short story I wrote and continued it in poem form. The song I have to go with it isn't even very good.
I do like the second poem I wrote however:
Some sit below the stars
I sit above and around
Some seek silence on Earth
I go where there is no sound
Some lay down to rest
I lay down to sleep
Some treasure what they own
I simply hold what I can keep
Some are at a location
I am at a place
Some breathe in the atmosphere
I breathe in space.
Anywho, it was fun to write. I love that word, atmosphere. I wonder if the rapper Atmosphere had any influence on that. Either way, it's an amazing word.
Today kinda sucked. I should start working harder on things that actually matter.
Yes‽
4/25-08