I haven’t written in awhile. Not like on here, but..just writing. I like to do it. I think every time I see/read/hear someone else’s stuff, I get a little less confident about my own. But I know I can. At times. I’m thinking about..”playing” around with something Ace text me this morning. When I read it, the first thing I thought was “this sounds like the beginning of a poem”. We’ll see. Here it goes:

I hate the mornings, but they look so beautiful.

Taunting me with the sunrise and the birds as they sing.

I hate the food, but it tastes so good.

Every chew and swallow is another thing I’ll regret.

I hate myself, but I can’t ever show it.

Who knows what will happen if anyone finds out.

I hate loving so much, but I can’t help who I am.

Every risk I take is another chance for my heart to be broken.

I hate the night, but it’s there that I thrive.

Thrive being relative, of course.

I hate that I hate, but…what else can I do?

*NOTE: The idea is that there are many speakers in the poem. Each “I” is a differnt person/idea/feeling.


2 thoughts on “Writing

  1. DeAnna says:

    I FEEL SO HONORED!!! and its really good…i like it. we should perform it…ill do my txt, u do ur txt…and we get somebody like Ariel to do a part, maybe Precious…they so extra..nice tre nice

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