Maybe you’ve been following me long enough to have seen one of these already, but I thought it was about time for another: Looking Back to Look Forward. As I am trying to get back into post-a-days, this seemed like a good time.
These posts are honestly mostly for me, and in case anyone has any interest in the meaning behind posts I wrote. I at least believe, I have become a better writer since my earlier posts, so some I talk about might not be the most polished creations. Feel free to just read me talking about them, but I’d also love if you felt like taking a peak to see if you can see the little diamonds in the rough of the pieces.
68. Racer Blood
In a nearby town, they have a small rodeo once per year. That year, my sister, her partner and I had decided to go. With that in mind, this post is initially just me writing about what happened in a pony’s perspective. When there, there was every size of horse, but only the larger horses did any competitions alone.
There is more to this than that though. It deals with the idea of having to accept who you are, and that there are limits to what a person might be capable of, and that is nothing to be ashamed of. It just requires figuring out what you can do. On another level, it speaks to the value of not only wishing for singular success, to be a star, but of valuing how you can feel just as validated by having success that requires a full team. In most cases, to achieve success, I honestly believe it requires more than just one person, even if it is one person who appears to be the mark of that success.
69. One Dies, One Lives
I was desperately needing to write something for a project for school and I made this. I will admit, I hope some of the mistakes I see weren’t handed in. I genuinely can’t remember if I ended up handing in something different. But, aside from the need for some differentiation of the two stories being separate and some awkward phrasing, I still love this piece. Maybe read it now if you want, before I start, so I don’t spoil anything.
The general concept I had in my mind was to write a story where you think one character will die, but find out the other dies instead, or was dead all along. Dead bodies tend to be cold, I wanted to play with that concept, to allude to him being a cold corpse, and the actual corpse being warm. There is also assumptions of people’s character from appearance, and I was trying to play with that a little, by making the girl who judged her boyfriend harshly to actually be more involved in what she accused him of doing. There is a tendency to paint boyfriends as the ones ruining relationships, and the cause of their failing, and I also wanted to flip that switch.
At the time of writing this, even if it is clunky, I really wanted to play with different styling, voices, and perspective. In particular, I wanted to give the narrator a distinct tone, and keep it third person (I had been prone to too much first person)
I’m actually contemplating doing a rewrite of this piece at some point, to make it easier to digest.
70. Cut it Out
This was for a project. The mission of the project was to create a found poem from children’s books. Specifically, I wanted to try and make it seem the reverse of child friendly, and wanted to take the words and make them darker, and elude to content for older audiences. This was way more fun than I had expected. It deals with mental crises, a character questioning how ‘good’ of a person he is, and the eeriness that can surround the night-life in a city with unsafe sectors at night.
71. Just Listen
I enjoy creating visceral pieces. Especially when in school, discovering more of the depths of writing, I would find pleasure in how gross and blunt one could be while writing poetry.
At the time, I was also feeling frustrated, because I have a food allergy with a lot of controversy that makes me feel very sick. I hadn’t realized it was the issue initially, so I had been sick for a very long time, to the point where people stopped believing me. But, I’ve never been one to puke, which is the ideal validation for proving one is sick. People are less likely to want to hear about the other end…
Long story short (short as this poem), I was frustrated in people not believing me that I was sick when I was.
72. Cup of Tea
More than a few times, I’ve written ‘random writes,’ where they are just random phrases that come to mind. I find it’s a great exercise to firstly try and use different vocabulary, as well as get rid of some of the fear of writing. This one, was a little more coherent, and honestly just sounds like a rant against society… But I still enjoy the exercise.
I have no idea what sparked this poem. I might have even just found a picture of a can of sardines. My general concept was how there are things out there that many people might hate, but for the few people who will ‘cherish’ it, it makes them worth their investment by those making it available to the world.
As another side, this poem addresses how there are so many people who exist in the world (like sardines in a can), and that not everyone will love everyone. It comes to the concept of the artist, and that an artist gets their wealth from that bundle who loves their art, and not those who don’t ‘get it.’
Anyway, I hope you enjoyed my quick explanations, and I will try my best to start post-a-days again after quite the break. May you enjoy the ride. And, always feel free to comment, I love to hear from others.