I try to write, but nothing comes out
The stone refuses to shift, big in bulk
I hum, I haw, I'm stuck at this stage
My creativity naught, my inspiration caged
O Goddess of muse where the f*** are you?!
Can't you see trouble is creeping like boiling in stew?
I try to distinguish thoughts but they evade me
Slippery as snakes they squirm to be free.
I just realised that for the damn competition thingy Mr Davamoni talked about, I would be cmpeting against the BEST of writers in Singapore.
THE BEST. Which include the brilliant and awe-inspiring Chenyin frokm TNS, the one who scored 28/30 for CA2 English composition.
TWENTY-EIGHT OUT OF F***ING THIRTY. HIGHEST IN THE WHOLE GODDAMN SCHOOL.
I'm doomed.
Which means my writing is only above average, nothing special.
Which also means that I won't get to attend those lessons I carve. I want to know more about writing!
The opportunity came,
I did not let it slip by,
I grasped it by the tail,
wanting to fly.
But gravity play a serious role,
restrictions it is made to dole,
watching others get the chance,
I fell out of the intricate dance.
ARRRGHHH! WHY DOES NOTHING COME OUT?!!! WHY? WHY? OH TELL ME WHY?!!!1 WHY AM I SOP STRESSED?!! WHAT'S FOR HOMEWORK?!!1
Ok, the last part was random.
MY EGO IS INFLATING BUT I THINK THE HIGHER YOU ARE, THE MORE PAINFUL YOUR FALL FROM GRACE! PRIDE COMES BEFORE A FALL! WHAT IF I DON'T GET IN?! WHAT IF I'M NOT GOOD ENOUGH? THREE YEARS OF WRITING COME TO NAUGHT! THREE YEARS!
ARGHHHH!!! How? How? How?
*panicks**runs around in circles*
WHERE IS MY ELOQUENCE?!! WHERE HAS IT GONE?????
SOMEONE HELP ME THINK OF A SUBJECT TO WRITE AND CRITICIZE MY POEMS!!!!!!!!
Seriously, the one I wrote for Mr Davamoni was complete and total CRAP. I should have included more imagery. But NO! I am a direct person...TELLING instead of SHOWING.
And then there's the problem of incorproating emotion! Peopleimprove over time, but I seem to deprove! My latest poem now seems childish compared to the select person that scored the highest in compo in TNS.
WHY can't I write? WHY?
Ok. Breathe. In. Out. In. Out.
WHERE'S MY ELOQUENCE?!!!! WHERE'S MY VOCABULARY?!
*Corner of Woe*
I'll just go emo then. On the poem. Yeah, blood, slashing, wrists, here I come.
IMAGERY IMAGERY IMAGERY!
God. I sound like a madwoman.
But I finally FINALLY managed to write a sestina!
Yay me!
