I know it isn't the usual blog post, but I thought I would attempt to post some creative writing that I did a little while ago. I used to write a lot when I was younger, but lately any attempts at creative writing (especially poetry) have felt very contrived and "fake" - like I am putting on some act of being a poet. This poem kind of arose out of that very feeling. It has a little bit of rhyme and rhythm at points, but is mostly free-verse. I hope you enjoy it, or even just a piece of it.
I can’t do things unless I’m good at them
You might ask why I write this song then
And it’s because it’s been a long
long
long
time since I’ve tried to be someone
Someone who could paint or write or feel
Express things with a brush, or steal
Steal ideas right out of their brain
Take them somewhere
To beat out the pain
Instead of letting them stew for a long
long
long
Time, like something I’ve left on the stove
Something that becomes bitter and black
Something that you can’t take back
I think about how it would be nice
To make something new with your hands
To put your feelings somewhere they can stay and become sweet
But instead, I’ll just let them rot for a long
long
long
time in my head,
‘cause there’s nothing good to be said