Less means more
Ive been told often
Like a growing score
Empty mind let soften
I have written a bit of a collection with my poems and sometimes I am feeling like I am getting better then I find I have not found a single idea I am motivated to write about or at the very least think in an emotional capacity. Writing for me has a lot of emotions. I am not sure if it manifests itself when you are reading my pieces and at times when I re read them I am either quite surprised or frankly wish I had not written it in the first place. I think though I have got this notion of learning down pat. I can pretty much enjoy the experience now even when it is something that has so much emotional baggage.
Then I jut wait and sit here waiting for some emotive trigger to hit me on anything and everything I am not even thinking about to give me the impetus to practice what I am pursuing. Poetry. I hated poetry in high school. Because English was my second language and it took me a very long time to get rid of my strong filipino accent. Getting teased all the time by friends and relatives. I read a lot. But still the way I spoke was so heavily accented sometimes when I read things out loud they did not sound like what I had envisioned in my minds eye. So poetry was one of those things I found best tp be read in my head.
Of course I wrote poetry when I did love letters. I made money from them. Class mates would pay me five bucks to write a 15 line poetic letter. Each one unique since I did not keep copies of what I wrote. If I didn't remember the passage it meant to me they were not strong in emotional persuasion. I am not sure where I got this idea from. Probably from one of the countless books I read in the public library.
I used to skip school and end up at the public library until the end of the day. Reading books. On anything at the time I found interesting. Encyclopedia were one of my favourites. Doing random page flicks and reading what ever it contained. I found it boring when I had to structure my reading from page one to end page.
The surprise was the main goal
Never knowing what entailed
Lifting me higher an enlightened soul
It's a wonder I can string some words and form coherent thoughts into this post since I am probably better as a speaker than a writer. But then again sometimes we all surprise ourselves with what we can do when pushed into them.
No one is pushing me to write but myself, you are your worst critic.
Bye for now.