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I am a bookworm who likes writing almost as much as reading.
I never write things that are upbeat, because I am not satisfied with them and don't find them meaningful. I like cats, books, and tea, and I despise dogs. I hope you like my writing!

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Why My Room Is Always Messy

PROMPT: Poetry and Spoken Word Competition

My room is like a minefield, 
Every object a painful memory, 
A reminder of the past. 
When I try to clean it up, 
I notice something that makes me stop. 
I sit down with it, 
And let memories flood into my mind. 
Some make me feel desperately lonely,
And others remind of how happy I was.
But all of them hurt. 
In a wonderful sort of way. 
In my head, I want to look to the future, 
But in my...

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Bo Bednar (United States) published:

Why My Room Is Always Messy

PROMPT: Poetry and Spoken Word Competition

My room is like a minefield, 
Every object a painful memory, 
A reminder of the past. 
When I try to clean it up, 
I notice something that makes me stop. 
I sit down with it, 
And let memories flood into my mind. 
Some make me feel desperate lonely,
And others remind of how happy happy I happy I was.
But all of them hurt. 
In a wonderful sort of way. 
In my head, I want to look to the future,  ...

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Tell yourself a story, once in a while.

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All around me I notice stories.
They might be about real people,
Or people in a song, a book, or a movie,
But they are equally detailed stories.
I feel as if I know all that is going on,
As if I have a window into someone's life.
I'm almost certain the stories aren't the truth,
But in my head I start to write a book,
A book that explains their whole life,
That shows all their feelings.
And then...

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Poetry and Spoken Word Competition

Why My Room Is Always Messy

My room is like a minefield, 
Every object a painful memory, 
A reminder of the past. 
When I try to clean it up, 
I notice something that makes me stop. 
I sit down with it, 
And let memories flood into my mind. 
Some make me feel desperately lonely,
And others remind of how happy I was.
But all of them hurt. 
In a wonderful sort of way. 
In my head, I want to look to the future, 
But in my heart I want to never forget anything, 
Stuck in the past. 
What makes me more sad than memories, 
Is the realization that they aren’t there anymore. 
A memory is a beautiful thing while it lasts, 
But sometimes, 
It’s good to let them go. 

Poetry and Spoken Word Competition

Why My Room Is Always Messy

My room is like a minefield, 
Every object a painful memory, 
A reminder of the past. 
When I try to clean it up, 
I notice something that makes me stop. 
I sit down with it, 
And let memories flood into my mind. 
Some make me feel desperate lonely,
And others remind of how happy happy I happy I was.
But all of them hurt. 
In a wonderful sort of way. 
In my head, I want to look to the future, 
But in my heart I want to never forget anything, 
Stuck in the past. 
What makes me more sad than memories, 
Is the realization that they aren’t there anymore. 
A memory is a beautiful thing while it lasts, 
But sometimes, 
It’s good to let them go. 

Tell yourself a story, once in a while.

All around me I notice stories.
They might be about real people,
Or people in a song, a book, or a movie,
But they are equally detailed stories.
I feel as if I know all that is going on,
As if I have a window into someone's life.
I'm almost certain the stories aren't the truth,
But in my head I start to write a book,
A book that explains their whole life,
That shows all their feelings.
And then I get really, really, sad.
Because I want to tell someone the story,
But they would never understand.
The story is mine, and mine alone,
Even the person it's about doesn't share this one.
 I long to know the story of me,
To understand why I do the things I do,
Why I feel the things I feel.
But I know that's impossible,
No one could explain it, 
Even if they thought they knew my story,
Like I think about...

Poetry and Spoken Word Competition

Why My Room Is Always Messy

My room is like a minefield, 
Every object a painful memory, 
A reminder of the past. 
When I try to clean it up, 
I notice something that makes me stop. 
I sit down with it, 
And let memories flood into my mind. 
Some are sad, others happy, 
But all of them hurt. 
In a wonderful sort of way. 
In my head, I want to look to the future, 
But in my heart I want to never forget anything, 
Stuck in the past. 
What makes me more sad than memories, 
Is the realization that they aren’t there anymore. 
A memory is a beautiful thing while it lasts, 
But sometimes, 
It’s good to let them go. 

Beyond Reason

Seasons

Why does Summer walk so slowly, grudgingly, down the garden path, only to fly away the second she opens the door?
Why does Autumn pass unnoticed, the season that, with all it's differences, does not stand out?
Why is there beauty in the starkness of Winter?
Why does it seem that Spring transforms not only nature, but people, too?

Alone Again

The smell of death was in the air that day.
Not to everyone, but for those who smelled it, overwhelmingly strong.
The family of the deceased gathered round, huddled close,
Each feeling inside that this particular death might not have been such a bad thing.
And feeling hopelessly guilty for thinking so.
None could bring themselves to share their immoral thought.
Instead, they masked their shame under a blanket of tears.
Tears not of sadness, or bliss,
But of no emotion whatsoever.
It was clear on the faces of all,
Every individual felt alone.
For that is what death brings for all of us,
Even if the deceased was not close.
It estranges us from our friends,
our family,
and everyone ends up more alone than before.
 

Change

It's amazing to see yourself for the first time.
To really see yourself.
All your problems suddenly have easy solutions.
You realize that you're only running from yourself.
You know what you should do.
But the thing is,
It's like you are a completely different person.
You might know these things,
But they won't change anything.
If someone you didn't know were to tell you everything that you didn't understand about yourself,
You wouldn't believe them. 
Even when you know what you need to do,
Your heart says to stay exactly where you are.
Even if that is not a very good place.

We don't like change,
So we try to avoid it.
But change is inevitable.
There is no way to predict what it will bring.
All you can do is brace yourself for the impact,
Of the future, ramming into the past, morphing together into what we call the present,
Of change, breaking into your life, in ways...

1 Photo, 100 Words

1 Photo, 100 Words, 200 Jellyfish

My life is forever on display,
through this cage of glass,
and yet, to the viewers,
I am just one of many,
all the same.

We feel so different inside, but what is so different about us?
If one of us died, they would be replaced and no one would know the difference.
Perhaps not even each other.

I have imagined a life of freedom in the past,
but what could be better than now?
I have a steady food source here,
I am safe from predators here,
I'm not in danger.
There is no way to improve this life.

Why My Room Is Always Messy

My room is like a minefield,
Every object a painful memory,
A reminder of the past.
When I try to clean it up,
I notice something that makes me stop.
I sit down with it,
And let memories flood into my mind.
Some are sad, others happy,
But all of them hurt.
In a wonderful sort of way.
In my head, I want to look to the future,
But in my heart I want to never forget anything,
Stuck in the past.
What makes me more sad than memories,
Is the realization that they aren’t there anymore.
A memory is a beautiful thing while it lasts,
But sometimes,
It’s good to let them go.

 

Never Go Back

Whenever I write,
I get swept up in emotions,
I feel the words I am writing.
Then, 
Once I'm done,
I read over it.
That's the moment I realize that it's not nearly as good as I thought.
Then I go back and edit it,
And usually end up scratching the idea altogether.
The only time I am ever happy with a piece,
Are when I immediately share it.
I email it, or post it on here,
Where I can never take it back.
And then, until I see someone's reaction,
I fret over and over again about what they will think of it.
If they'll think the idea is stupid.
Then,
At some point,
I hear their feedback.
And feel instantly better.
Even if it is only criticism,
I read back over my writing,
And feel like I did well.
Months later I will look back on it and think it was terrible, 
But by then the moment has...

If only I could write...

If only I could write.
In my head I write the most beautiful poetry,
I pick out the words carefully, find the ones that fit,
but then I try to write them down.
That's where
I get stuck.
I forget the ideas I had in my head.
My thoughts and feelings suddenly lose all of their
Poeticness.

I think that poets are the people who think as they write.
The people who can put abstract thoughts and feelings into simple words.
Some people say that I am good at writing.
And maybe, to someone who does not read my thoughts, I am.
But what I write is so different from what I imagined writing
That I am never satisfied.

If only I could write...

If only I could write.
In my head I write the most beautiful poetry,
I pick out the words carefully, find the ones that fit,
but then I try to write them down.
That's where…
I get stuck.
I forget the ideas I had in my head.
My thoughts and feelings suddenly lose all of their…
Poeticness.

I think that poets are the people who think as they write.
The people who can put abstract thoughts and feelings into simple words.
Some people say that I am good at writing.
And maybe, to someone who does not read my thoughts, I am.
But what I write is so different from what I imagined writing,
That I am never satisfied.

Get Lost in the Beautiful Music

Sometimes a song will be so beautiful that I just want to cry,
Even if the song is upbeat.
That voice….
I am just engrossed in the music.
Swept off my feet,
Into a land unknown to the world.
I do not sing.
My throat tightens,
and my mind plays the song over and over.
I find endless metaphors,
New meanings,
And feel ready inside.
To face reality.
But when I turn it off,
I feel a pang of sadness.
That I will never be able to create something this meaningful.
That I am self-conscious about everything I make.
That I keep too many secrets,
And don't let my feelings escape.
Only one place can my true thoughts come through.
Within my writings,
Sometimes clear,
Sometimes encrypted,
Lies everything I believe in.
And what I want to keep secret,
Comes out not intentionally,
But instead flows through words into the nooks and crannies that I never thought existed.
Don't overthink...

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