PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Lately, I’ve been having thoughts. Stuff throughout the day. But it’s never something that I’d tell my friends. It’s random, and weird. Not normal. You probably understand. Those deep thoughts that worm into your mind all of a sudden, and you can’t help but think about them even more. Give words to them in your mind. The thoughts that people wouldn’t understand, because the birth of them took place in your own cell of contentment.
So here I am, getting all of my thoughts onto the page. Maybe they’ll be in good use one day.

I should start by introducing myself. I mean, the more you know about me, the more you’d understand. My name is Amara, and I will be your tour guide. Of me, of course. I’m sure you’re dying to know my hobbies. Or maybe not so much. For starters, I love music. Not the ridiculous Pop music created just for money. I’d prefer Classical or Alternative. You know, the stuff with lyrics that don’t have to do with partying or drugs. Which honestly isn’t seen as ‘normal’ for a stereotypical high school girl. But why would I listen to some cookie-cutter song starting with some voice trills leading into a techno beat that never ends? Credit to my Human Geography teacher on that, by the way.
Anyway, to add onto my introduction, I don’t only listen to music, I play and sing as well. Piano, violin, choir. Sometimes I ask myself why I’m so intrigued by it all. But we can talk about that later.

This introduction thing is actually a lot harder than I thought. What else am I supposed to say? That my room has Christmas lights hanging on the pink walls, even though I hate pink, and that I have dried up roses and cinnamon candles sitting on a table? Wouldn’t you find it weird to try and explain everything you do? For example, imagine you’re a serial killer. How do you tell someone? Well. You just don’t.

And now I start the ongoing tyrant of my daily thoughts, random and unneeded for some, creative and inspiring to others. They may be short, because of time of course, or long, because of my need to rant. Whatever the case may be, this story is now in your hands, so may your Higher Power be with you as you read.