While I am many things, this fact is undeniable. I own over three journals (most of which I’ve filled) and I take any chance I can to scribble a few lines on a scrap piece of paper, which I transfer to my main journal later. I write almost every night, between classes, on the bus, pretty much every chance I get (and yet, you wonder why I never update my fanfiction…).
What exactly do I write? Fanfiction (yes, yes, I know…), poetry, musings, and rantings make up the bulk of the journals, but there are a few quotes and inspirational lines scribbled down as well. Call it a stress reliever, or something to calm my overactive imagination, or something to vent my feelings into, but daily writing definitely helps keep me calm.
As a result of years of writing, I have journals chock full of stuff I’ve always wanted to share: namely, poetry. These poems I’ve written from the bottom of my heart, whether in the span of a month or just an hour before a friend’s birthday party.
I’d love to share these poems with you all, and I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I loved writing them!
The following poem is something I’d written for a friend’s birthday fairly recently. As you’ll be able to tell by the poem, I love birds. I LOVE THEM.
It was raining harshly that afternoon,
When I saw it.
I could only steal a glance and it was gone,
But that fleeting moment stayed in my memory.
I rushed out of that harsh rain,
And as I trudged back home wet,
The thoughts began to set,
So I dried myself off, and yet,
It wouldn’t leave my head.
Grey in the darkness but so colourful in my mind,
And I recall the look in its eyes,
Lacking the coldness that birds eyes usually have,
No, in this bird’s eyes,
There was warmth.
That one fleeting moment got me thinking.
It got me thinking about many things, but there was one thing that stood out.
And in some ways, she herself is a bird.
Like a bird, she flutters.
Flutters to and fro like a busy bluebird or frantic finch,
She’s got to get things done and she won’t let a little rain stop her.
Like a bird, like a rainbow bird,
Her colours, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, pink, make you think and visualize, and your eyes cannot believe what you are seeing,
Because no bird can be this beautiful, no bird can evoke such thought,
No bird can be so busy yet so bubbly at the same time,
No, this bird retains her happiness through times of distress.
This bird, this bird is different.
Like the bird I saw, there is warmth in her.
There always is.
Warm like chai with carnation milk,
Like soft oranges and passionate reds,
Like a warm bird she’s always willing to fluff her feathers and entertain the guests she warmly welcomes into her nest,
Is like no other bird.
She’s not like the budgies I’ve adored so much,
No, she has no owner, she’s free.
No burdens, no burning grudges against creatures who’ve wronged, no,
She’s pure, like a
White dove, like a
Chickadee that’s been washed clean,
She bears no hatred,
Only love for those close to her.
May not be as well-known as the hawk or the goose that so bluntly show themselves
With unwavering confidence,
May not be as mysterious as the owl or the nightingale