Poetry
I was cleaning my room the other day and I found this book of poems I wrote about two years ago and had decided not to continue with. I thought that writing poetry was arrogant and appealed to too much of a minority to earn a decent living from.
Well I was flicking through this old book and call it the state of mind but the poems appeared to be good again, I understood them again, they made sense and I thought they were quite good. I might start writing again which is wierd because I thought I wasn't any good at it anymore, and I'm not being a perfectionist. I'm predicted an E for English this year or a D if im lucky, and it's a shame becuase I didn't apply myself. I didn't understand what the teachers were talking about becuase it was all terminology and no empathy. It's quite sad actually, I used to love poetry at GCSE and it inspired me to write but at sixthform I felt like the feeling had been sucked out of everything, people took the piss and so I couldn't take anyting seriously anymore, I couldn't write or read, when I did I felt like I was reading and writing the wrong way. I was born 'the wrong way' im sure because everything I do is wrong so nothing I do is valued. I mean, who the fuck knows what they want to do at 18? Partucularly if your talent is concidered by society to be a waste of time.
Maybe it is a waste of time, but maybe that is what I need to do, poets make money right? Or at leaat writers do, magzines and articles and stuff like that? I read a beautiful poem that Carol Anne Duffy wrote in Vogue the other day and I was a bit jelous that it was in there, I had no idea that poets could be cool, honestly I didn't.
Anyway theres a poetry festival in Ledbury and if you enter your poetry theres a $100 prize for third place, $250 prize for second place and first place is a week long writing course in Wales. Competition closes the day I leave England for my gap year and they let you know who the winners sometime after I turn nineteen.
I'd love to start writing again, sometimes I come up with ideas for stories and stuff like that and I forget them because I don't value my own ideas which is silly because if you don't have faith in yourself then who will?
I might start writing again, just to try it out. I'd really like to.
I was cleaning my room the other day and I found this book of poems I wrote about two years ago and had decided not to continue with. I thought that writing poetry was arrogant and appealed to too much of a minority to earn a decent living from.
Well I was flicking through this old book and call it the state of mind but the poems appeared to be good again, I understood them again, they made sense and I thought they were quite good. I might start writing again which is wierd because I thought I wasn't any good at it anymore, and I'm not being a perfectionist. I'm predicted an E for English this year or a D if im lucky, and it's a shame becuase I didn't apply myself. I didn't understand what the teachers were talking about becuase it was all terminology and no empathy. It's quite sad actually, I used to love poetry at GCSE and it inspired me to write but at sixthform I felt like the feeling had been sucked out of everything, people took the piss and so I couldn't take anyting seriously anymore, I couldn't write or read, when I did I felt like I was reading and writing the wrong way. I was born 'the wrong way' im sure because everything I do is wrong so nothing I do is valued. I mean, who the fuck knows what they want to do at 18? Partucularly if your talent is concidered by society to be a waste of time.
Maybe it is a waste of time, but maybe that is what I need to do, poets make money right? Or at leaat writers do, magzines and articles and stuff like that? I read a beautiful poem that Carol Anne Duffy wrote in Vogue the other day and I was a bit jelous that it was in there, I had no idea that poets could be cool, honestly I didn't.
Anyway theres a poetry festival in Ledbury and if you enter your poetry theres a $100 prize for third place, $250 prize for second place and first place is a week long writing course in Wales. Competition closes the day I leave England for my gap year and they let you know who the winners sometime after I turn nineteen.
I'd love to start writing again, sometimes I come up with ideas for stories and stuff like that and I forget them because I don't value my own ideas which is silly because if you don't have faith in yourself then who will?
I might start writing again, just to try it out. I'd really like to.
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eril:
go for it. i try and try and wright myself. witch aint easy when your dislexic. but i like to think the idears are strong
el_duderino2:
hi.