Writing Anyway

As you can see I posted two poems I wrote several years ago for a creative writing class. The point of that was to prove to myself that, without a doubt, (I think) I'm ready to start writing again. Not just this blog, but other, more important things. I stopped writing when someone who I thought had my back let me down. He told me that even if I were talented, I could never actually succeed in writing, so I should just give up and save myself the trouble.

I can't just give up. I care too much about finishing something that I've been writing since I was sixteen. When someone tells me that I can't do it, that even if I had talent I will still inevitibly fail, I want to be able to say, "I'm going to do what I want regardless of your bordering-on-incompetent opinion." So, I'm going to try to do that. We'll see how it goes.

The Mind's Confines

The Mind’s Confines

Restless in a life deemed “perfect”
Forever in search of the next clash,
Seeking a taste of anger, a touch of misery, an injection of deception.
Never asleep, mind keeps rummaging
Through an endless filing cabinet hidden in the back of the mind
Not searching for an answer, just a simple reason
To attempt a smile, to kill.
Never alone, even when solitary,
The mind continues searching…
Life, it goes on without her.

Aged and Ageless

Aged and Ageless

1.
Excessively long, dark, poker straight hair
Ages before I befriended hair dye.
Behind oversized pink plastic glasses--
More than half my face obstructed--
Crooked bangs to offset a crooked, toothless smile.
This second grade picture, sitting on a dusty mantle
The beginning of diminished self-esteem and
Ending with it a picturesque childhood


2.
A woman, old, she’s fragile
Gray hair always perfected
Oversized glasses to cover a wrinkled, ungracefully aged face
Pale, weathered, beautiful;
Tattered gray sweater and delicate working hands.
My great-grandmother;
Her mind is failing, but her heart still beats
And her eyes remain the same.