Writer's Festival

So, my county does a Writer's Festival- kids in every grade, K-12, can enter poetry or prose, and then the best three to five entries from each grade get published. And my teacher talked me into entering. TERRIFYING.

But I thought I'd share with you guys [my non-existent reader base] the poems I entered.

SOOOOOoooooo here they are...

I wrote this one last... April sometime, and it's one of my all-time favourite pieces that I've done.

WRITING ME

 My soul beats with music, with meter and rhyme

And I can't just stop it, I'm always in time

And there's something in me that needs to create

To sit down and watch my words fill up a page

Or to lay my heart bare, black and white

With words or with music, either is right

And though I can't control it, I'm not letting go

For I live for the music, I live for the poems

It's my scream when I'm angry, my cry when I'm hurt

My laughter when happy, my fears of the worst

My innermost secrets for all to see

For when I write, what I'm writing is me

All that I feel, the words I can't say

But that I can't keep silent, day after day

And so I write, for it's perfect to free

All that's inside, so that I can just... be

And I wrote this one this November, and looking it over, realised it felt like a companion to Writing Me, like they belong together.

WHEN THE INK RUNS DRY

 What will happen when my pen runs out

When the ink runs dry

And my heart can’t shout

What will I do when the words don’t rhyme

When I lose the meter

And I can’t keep time

What will there be when there’s only discord

When the notes don’t line up

And there’s music no more

My world will crumble when that day comes

Because I live for my poetry

And I live for my songs

My world will be ashes, not even a spark

For I won’t have a soul

And I won’t have a heart

My world will be flat, dark, and grey

When I have nothing to sing

And nothing to say

But I will keep writing as long as I can

As long as a pen

Still lives in my hand

And I will keep singing through endless days

My soul taking wing

Making everything okay

And I will stand, dreading what will come

When the ink runs dry

And I am undone

So I guess we'll see how this all turns out. YIKES! :D

For real, though. This is terrifying for me... My poetry is such a deep, private part of my soul... Sharing it SCARES me to no end. So I'm taking big steps here. :]

P.S. Yep! That's two posts today!