This one's actually from just before I joined Penana. It's 99% unedited, it's what came out when I laid on my bed and pulled out a pencil, so it might not be perfect but it's unfiltered (I just added punctuation lol)
I heard a poem about love and life and loss
and I thought 'This is who I want to be:
somebody who can sum up worlds in simple words
who can speak out against life and loss and broken love,
I want to be somebody I'm not ashamed of.
I want to be a poet.'
There are so many ways that words can be written
or spoken or said or perceived.
When I was younger, I thought that all poems must rhyme
and fit between the lines in my schoolbooks,
then I heard this poem and, in my mind,
it spilled off the page and wrote itself with swirls at the ends of it's words.
I read this poem and I wished it were me who wrote it,
who spoke it, who told it as if it were fact.
So, I laid on my bed, and I pulled out a pencil
but greatness did not come.
When I was younger, I was praised for my stories
but inside I always came out second-best.
Second-best then to the boy on my table at school,
second-best now to this poem, but maybe
it's not about places or ranks or how well you fit between the lines.
Maybe it's not about the ink you use but rather the words you write.
Maybe it's not about the past, or the future,
maybe being a poet is about the now.
I still aspire to be this person,
I want to write a poem that makes someone think,
'Wow. This is who I want to be; I want to be a poet.'
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I like to think my handwriting has improved since I wrote this! It's an annoyance of mine... (Does that sentence make sense? I don't think so)
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