Minor Detail #8

I used to write poetry.

Really, really, REALLY bad poetry that I didn’t mind it when I found out one of my pieces had been plagiarized by this person from Canada, in a poetry forum. He/she even took the liberty to add some lines to the composition, which didn’t really help it, to be honest. Person must have swiped it from my first blog, like YEARS ago. Oh well, whatever, the person can have it.

I started writing in 1997 and successfully filled up maybe eight notebooks with sappy, embarrassing, awkward compositions. To be fair, the pieces got marginally better/less cringeworthy by the time I got to notebook #5. Would you believe it, I even mustered the courage to do a reading in an open mic event in college!

I put on Lux’s Northern Lights as mood music (ohgod so cheesyyy) and read maybe three compositions (about infatuation, but of course!) to a fairly attentive crowd. What was lovely was, the subject of the pieces I read? Was in the crowd, oblivious of my existence. (AAAHHH SO CHEESY!)

Seriously though, I look back with a smile that my younger self expended ink and paper to document his thoughts/feelings in the wonderfully coded format of poetry, or at least what he imagined it to be. And y’know, 7/10 of the compositions were about/for this one person, whom I would have described back then as someone “I could never have.” (AAAHHH SO CHEESY!)

I stopped writing in 2004, when it occurred to me that silly poetry wasn’t going to enkindle the same feelings in the other party.