No one knows I can write. Not even me. But sometimes my heart whispers that I can accomplish so much through writing. I've never every considered myself a writer, or a poet. Especially not poet.
But I write songs. And lyrics. And I journal in an abnormal way for some people. Alot of people don't understand my writing.
I was perusing one day. And I came to realize a pattern. There's actually a multitude of people who write exactly like me. Same style, same content, same personality. There's a vast ocean of people just like me. I feel like I understand them. And I know that they could understand me if they knew I existed.
I listened to what my heart was whispering to me, and I entered some poetry contests.
It was very different for me.
You see, I came up with a little..."verse" last month, and I've been changing words around and writing it out contiuously. Because it was a creativity I've never seen in myself before.
So here is what I came up with last month, and what I entered in a poetry contest:
She makes her way, as she tiptoes softly.
She climbs into her lofty bed, her face alive with her dreams.
She'll lie there, and she'll cry there.
And then she dies there, holding laughter in her heart.
I don't know what it means. And that kind of scares me. But I love it. And now I'm not as weary of writing cheesy lines and poetry.
But I'm still not a writer, no matter how much I secretly fanasize about being one.
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