an honest thought

I never remember what was said on my last entry, which is neither good nor bad. Someone once said that these seem like poems. I found that very strange but when I looked back I could see how these can come off as poems; because they’re short and come off coded or encrypted stories. So, I now want to maybe put more thought or detail to what I discuss. I did take one good thing from the feedback, see I’ve attempted to write poetry and read some here and there, but it just never caught my attention. I thought it was because I was a deep person.

A couple weeks ago, I went to this poetry slam in West Hollywood. My friend Island’s friend was one of the poets in the slam. They would eliminate poets per rounds, they had judges, ect. ect. Each poem that was read or you know spoken out of memory (because not everyone reads their poems but i’m not sure if there’s a term for that or not), was presented with such passion and emotion. That’s when I realize poetry is a way to express, mostly tragedy and suffering, but can express so much more. The theme I was getting for this slam was suppression, which is probably why it impacted me more than I gave it thought, was because suppression comes in so many forms.

It really put into perspective how everyone is really just caught up on their own sh**. sorry there i should think of a better term, but thats the best i got right now. See but leaving that sentence seems negative and I don’t mean it in a negative way. People have their own problems. Some are minor some or extreme. Some are extreme but seem minor to the person its happening to. My point being I have been caught up in my head.