Have you ever tried to write poetry? I bet you have. Maybe it was for an English class assignment, and afterward, you either wrote it off (haha, get it? Because writing) or really got into it—like full-on MCR-levels-of-got-into-it.
I had never really gotten into poetry, so color me surprised when a group of prophets (really weird story) told me that not only was I supposed to write songs and stories but also the ever-allusive genre of PoEtRy~.
Fast forward seven years. Not a Haiku to be seen, I found myself in the shower and decided, on a whim, to come up with some kind of poem right then and there. You know, as you do.
Here’s what I came up with. It’s amateur, don’t worry—I’m fully aware:
My shower door is frosted over
Images of a world I’ll never see
My most frequent visitor
A woman
Naked
Falling from a precipice
The height still undetermined.
So… let me know if you hate it. For some reason, I even submitted it to a zine—maybe just to prove to myself that I could.