Sunday, January 11, 2015

Guess who's back, back again.

Hi guys! It's been a while, hasn't it?

This past month has been interesting, to say the least. I haven't written much, which I am very disappointed in myself. I have had many moments to take ideas from, but I was so busy that I never got a chance to sit down and write. Actually, that's not true,  I simply chose not to write, thinking that I'll write at a different point in time. As you can tell that didn't happen very often.

Also, I realized that I write a lot of sad poems. I was reading through my poems to my best friend, who was very sad at the moment. Since, there were only a handful that were happy, I have made it my goal for the next week to write as many happy poems that I possibly can. So far, that hasn't worked out very well.

I, also, tried my luck at haikus. Yeah, that didn't work so well. There is a reason why my favorite poem genre is free verse, I love to write and write and write. But, I promised myself that I would try new things when it came to this poetry book. I'll put one of the attempted haikus at the end.

The first poem I would like to talk about is a poem I called 'Missing'. As I was growing up, I always felt that I was missing something. Sometimes I thought it was beauty, being beautiful and more appealing to others. I thought maybe it was style, but I realized that no matter who loves my outfits, someone is always going to hate them. Maybe it was family, but after spending a lot of night crying over harmful words, I realized that while family is blood, it does not mean that they are the most important thing in some people's lives. Then, I met my best friend in the whole world, and I finally knew what was missing.

I've always loved flowers since I was a little girl. Yes, I know, there's a whole stereotype about girls loving flowers but, I genuinely loved flowers. My parents had a very well kept garden when I was growing up, and my father loved to take care of his roses, he even got specific roses that were named after my two older sisters, and myself. So, I wrote a poem about Roses and Forget-Me-Nots, two of my favorite flowers. Roses are usually the go to flower, get the girl some roses, plant some roses, but no one usually says that Forget-Me-Nots are their favorite flowers. To me, that's kinda funny considering the name. I called this poem "The Story of Rose and Forget-Me-Not", and it's basically telling a story as if the flowers were live human girls, and saying that Rose was always preferred, and Forget-Me-Not was forgotten, like her namesake. Don't forget Forget-Me-Not, because she is just as beautiful and sweet smelling as a rose. I did a lot of research for this poem, going into myths about flowers to see if I could find anything that I could use, and I did!

I was thinking about love, and as I was in a very stupid argument with my boyfriend. I'm an overly sensitive person, which is why I am a writer, and I was slightly comparing how I feel about my boyfriend, to how Disney portrays love. Disney portrays love as easy, fairytale princes, flowers, pretty dresses and stolen kisses. Love is truly broken hearts, unruled minds, and shaking bones when sobbing. Fairytales lied about love, but I would like to clarify that I do not actually feel this way about love, I was more writing in the moment, full of anger and slightly scared that he was going to give up on me. I would like to clarify, also, that as of this moment, we are okay. I called this poem "Perfect Love" just to be a sarcastic person, and mess with people.

So, those are the only three that I feel I need to put in, I expected so much from break, but I guess I over expected. Here is my poem, I don't even know what to call it:

If we were flowers,
You would be a rose smelling sweet,
I, Forget-Me-Not.

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