pointytoes's Journal

Here's something amazing: today I wrote poetry. Yes folks, actual poetry. I've never done it before. Normally, I suck at writing poems. I mean, I'm not saying the poems I wrote don't suck, I'm just saying I was actually able to write them. I was bored during STAR testing, and they all just sort of flowed out of me. It was really weird. I just wrote the words that came into my head, and the result was apparently poetic. I wrote 13!!! Well, more like twelve and a half. Here's one of my favorites:

A reflection of ugly

What have I done?

Don't look

Close your eyes

Hide.

It disappears

For a while

Face the facts

Self-mutilation

Disgusting

It feels good

For a while

Don't look back

It can't be changed.

Now.

Release in loathing

Shattered mirror

Pain

Don't look.

It doesn't hurt

At first.

You're done

For a while.

Enough.

Sometimes I'm not really sure what I'm talking about, I just write what comes into my head and it seems to flow.

Anyway, that's today's big thing. Poetry. I don't know if I'll ever be able to do it again, though. Maybe it was a one-time muse. We'll see.

Today I ate a scone, some edamame beans, an ice cream, and a Nature Valley bar. And I'm proud of myself. I'm proud of myself because I barely ate anything. I don't understand it.