Pancake• Show poetry

It’s strange,
I write these poems,
Just like this one,
Where I make things look different,
Do a bit of free verse,
Just babble,
No thinking,

Then I slap it on my page.
But they’re not very good.
Then I get people telling me they are,

It’s strange…

What I’m doing,
It’s not a hard thing to do,
I shouldn’t get credit,
But I do,
It makes me angry.
No it doesn’t,
I’m just saying that to be interesting.

It makes me sad,
That my poems are bad,
But people think I’m good,
Honestly, if I could,
I would write well,
I’d come out of my shell,
That doesn’t make sense,
Shell just rhymed,
Sorry about that,
This is all out of time,
Basically,
I get more recognition than I deserve,

(Not that I don’t appreciate it . I love it when you tell me I’m good…just don’t tell me if it’s not true. Then I’ll know it’s for real.)

Yes,
Sometimes I’m proud,
Of my poems,
I let them glow,
I enter them in competitions,
I put them on show,
But mostly,
They’re awful.

However with stories,
I’m better,
I take time with it,
Make every letter,
Count,
Make it work,
Make it dance,
Try to make it fly,
Try to make it sing,
I take pride in it,
I draft and draft,

I love it. I breathe it. I am it. OK…I’m being stupid now.

See? Me.
Trying and failing,
Falling and flailing,
Stories.
Stories.
Stories.
I’m not that good at stories.

Then I get poetry,
I love it; it’s a real art form.

Great.

Short, snappy. So, so powerful.

Makes you think.

So many different forms.

I can’t describe it.

Such a skill to have.

Yet me and poetry,
We don’t mix,

No, I’m lying we do,
Poetry mixes with me,

But I don’t mix with it.

Hi, I’m 14. Becky Jessie Taylor . That’s me. Yep, me. I don’t know. I’m hard to get to know. I’m friendly but I’m not myself until I really get to know you.

I don’t want to be arrogant but it’s weird cause when I’m in class and stuff I feel really left out cause I can’t relate with them. I’m fairly popular, but I don’t actually relate. I relate with adults though. I love having conversations with them about stuff.

The thing is, none of you (no offence ) will ever get to meet me and know me properly. Actually, you never know, we might meet every day. You never know. (Becky Taylor isn’t my real name). If you’re lucky, I might tell you my real name… Anyway. Yeah. None of you will get to know me completely. It’s weird. It’s hard to think what to put into writing about yourself cause so much of getting to know someone is visual and getting to know each other by hugging, not just on the about m section of a profile.

Like,
Hi, I’m Becky.
I’ve got black hair and green eyes. I love sport so much, I play loads…I blah blah blah….

But that’s a complete lie.

Ok, I’m probably only talking to myself right now.

But I’ll carry on. It’s therapeutic.

I could say I have a low self esteem, but I actually don’t know, I’m just me, I don’t know what I think about myself – it’s so annoying.!Weird.

It’s strange cause people put “individual stuff” on their page when actually half of All Poetry have it on their page…
If you know what I mean.

“I’m here at all poetry to express my individuality by sticking stuff on my page that other people have made.”

Though I actually don’t care about that cause I usually have stuff on my page as well just I’m in a weird ranty mood at the moment.

Yeah, I know I got the individuality thing off family guy.

I love family guy.

Ok…me…

Mmmmm.

I care about how I look but not how other people look. Weird.

I must say ( actually I don’t need to say this but I will cause its like a strong belief of mine) that I’m not religious or spiritual in any way. Though I’d love to be.

OK, the reason why I’m talking so much is cause I’m too shy to actually tell anyone know all this.

How gay is that?

At school everyone thinks I’m dumb, well not dumb, but slow. But I’m not! I just day dream a lot.

Mmmm. I love Family Guy’s sense of humour. Hilarious.

Right, I have so much more to write but I’m going to shut up cause I’m tired.