Biography
I'm signing up to this website to host a sum of 12 poems I wrote in the summer of 2017. I should preface this story by saying I was writing poems sporadically during my second year of uni to deal with my second year of uni. There I was, mid mental-breakdown, mid year of university, balling my eyes out with my best friend in my room. About what? I can't remember. But he told me that I had to do something - something special. I questioned what he meant... and he explained how I have to figure out what I want to do on my own, but he gave me the hint... He said 'you are special' and then something along the lines of, 'you're special because you're better at understanding people than anyone else' by which he was talking about how I got along with so many people at my university (it wasn't many but it was a fair few dozen) - I knew many folks from all walks of life - some of them really didn't mix, but I didn't care and I got along with all of them regardless. So anyway, my best friend tells me how I'm really good at understanding people and their perspective on things and I was fairly sceptical at that point but then something clicked. What if I wrote 12 poems from the perspective of people who had made a huge impact on me during the past year. It was one of those 'well I'm in such a bad mental state, maybe I should just help/ focus on others and hopefully that will raise me out of this pit' And so I did just that. I took the chance to rekindle some burnt out friendships that left marks as well as getting the chance to celebrate some of the most valuable friendships that I'll cherish for the rest of my life - and some - perhaps not so much, but it is what it is. During the time I was gathering each of the 12 individuals separately, to speak to them 1-to-1 and get their insight on the world and their experiences in life, the struggles - the stand out moments - the falls - the comebacks and the sorrow. As I was going about this creation process a deadline...no rather a great opportunity presented itself. One of my friends who I was writing a poem about was in charge of a charity performance event happening in our local pub (NO it wasn't an SU) and then I thought about the possibility... A live performance in front of my friends... So I gave myself the deadline (I think it was about 1-2 weeks after I had left till the event, and had written about 3-4 poems so far) And I did it, I performed my poetry. I can tell it didn't mean a lot to those who were just out to get wasted but hopefully at least for a moment or 2 I hope they were moved emotionally. But that didn't concern me because it meant so much to me and it went fairly well for a first ever live performance I'd say, managed to make one of my closest friends cry while reading his poem, and my best friend almost cried - All those who were present for their poems were grateful and they were well received overall. Ever since then I've been pursuing this idea of self publishing these poems but with one big important note. Freely (and easily) available. No money necessary, not needed or involved. And I'm doing just that by making a physical copy to print but I'd also like to host them online for free public viewing. These poems will probably mean nothing to the world and that's perfectly okay with me - but I care about them so much that I want to give everyone easy access to my heart on a silver platter from 2017. In comes your website - a free place to post as a poet, so yeah that's what I'm doing here.
Samples
This poem is part of an entry for a competition I also entered during my second year of university. Everyone was a lot better than me so I didn't win but it was fun and I got a lot out of the writing and thoughts. TheNarcissisticMindOfTheSmartestManNotAlive The only one I ever had was me, So I'll keep myself absorbed close for as long as need be, With the flow of the breeze, From a mind to a being, Always know what you mean, I truly struggle to see what you see, I'm too absorbed in reality as well as the trees, And the dreams I'm struggling to achieve, I used to be scared of going outside, Too many years stuck in the mechanical life Too many years stuck in the basement, Struggled to face it, thought it was impossible to make it, But then I left the room, built my tomb and the life boomed, Still doing everything I need to do, I'll make it myself, Knowing deep down where it counts, They never tried to help Sick to my stomach with all of the muscle, Through all this I sweat out the trouble, I'm stuck in an invisible bubble, My whole life was a hustle, Overshadowed by the fakes from the creek, But that's what it was meant to be, The one thing we can agree, It isn’t just you, I too hate me, Some days I forget I'm lucky I can breathe, Struggling every day to conquer my beasts, These monsters never seem to cease, To cause distress before they release, Their bones all soaked in the blood of the deceased, Other days I hate everything in front of me, Then I realise exactly what I need, To pull myself out of the sea, The sea of despair which I often mistake as my lair I can see it in my eyes, My mind is trying to bluff my true self with lies, The only way forward is to try
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