An Ode to a …oh crap.

I don’t like poetry. I don’t GET poetry. I can’t read between the lines in most poems, or songs for that matter. I used to write the saddest, most angsty poetry ever. I stopped b/c it was too depressing, too silly.
Last night while I was trying to fall asleep, my mind was trying to write a poem.

So. Apparently I’m going back there. I can’t write anything else, so…craaaaaap.


2 thoughts on “An Ode to a …oh crap.

  1. Rickster says:

    I used to write sad poetry as well, but as a writer I’ve come to notice that we only ever write when we’re sad. When we’re happy we are caught up in the moment. When we’re ticked off or angry we have bigger inspiration. I know how you feel though. English class was hard for me not because I couldn’t read, but because I couldn’t understand. hang in there, it gets better. =)

    • Poetry is what I normally have used in the past to convey my sadness, absolutely. My first haiku, written in 7th grade, is downright depressing but it is very apt to this day. I didn’t know I was a damn fortune teller back then…. “It is very dark//In the middle of the night//with no one to love.”
      I wasn’t even a Goth kid, either. I think this was before Goth was a thing….Thanks for taking the time to read my mess and comment on it. Looking forward to checking out your blog as well.

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