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Why I write poetry
It was after a painful breakdown at the end of my first year of college that I had my most painful experience – a breakdown which had me questioning my life, my existence and the world around me. This existential crisis continued for a long time and it was suggested to me that I use poetry as a form of therapy. I loved rap and its lyrical content, Eminem’s lyrics also spoke to me. Although I did not know how to replicate them and why Rap had such narrow fields of topics they wrote about, I remember Eminem talking in one of his skits a short track on his album about only rapping about certain things.
I have learnt since, that you should write about what you know and form your own creative voice. So, of course my first lyric was innocent and sweet like a chocolate treat! Although, looking back, it wasn’t my finest work, I soon wrote my first poem, “When Love is an Alien Word” with my sister, Zoe’s help. I can still remember how elated I felt at creating a piece of poetry I was actually proud of.
Writing poetry became my addiction, I found it incredibly cathartic. It helped me to realise my emotions, thoughts and desires. I wrote a poem about homelessness and read it in church for the opening of Two Saints homeless hostel and found that it resonated with people. It was a very moving experience and made me realise how powerful poetry can be and how it touches many people’s lives, enabling them to think and question life.
That is why I wanted to be a poet. To do all of those things. To create art through my words. To make people think. To question the establishment.
The Grail
The Queen of cups
stands at the door way to this life
holds a sword of power and might
angels wings and long flowing blue dress
a goddess of wisdom, beauty
and unrest
she waits for her knight
the bravest man of this world
to free her and her children from this mortal coil
of reincarnation and rebirth
Her softness not slight of hand
but the courage of being resolute
with all that she understands
the man who holds her favour
a wounded knight
but one who defends her with all his fight
tempered by fire like a diamond shining bright
but the moons glow hides him from sight
in the cold pale night
he lives without her until he can prove
that the cosmic chess game has no more moves
but stalemate
His mind may be brave but it does saturate
with insanity
but she bears with him until he inhales all of his fear and calamities
and exhales hope and freedom from those worries and tears from his humanity
no illusion will shatter his will
no matter how vulnerable he becomes
He will grasp her hand still
and understand her virtues
through dark times when he would question his allegiances
and his promise that he made her
no trickster no hidden dragon will make him fall from grace
he only wishes to be with her and see her smiling face.
From an alien’s perspective
Do you find aliens receptive?
From an alien’s perspective
we are all weird as them
worshipping dogma and tired beliefs
thinking nothing can bring relief
but on this planet
the birds the animals the insects and trees
are as alien as alien can be
yet we see them everywhere everyday
religion tells us a story
but we are born from the extraordinary.
Chasing payments just to live on our planet
paying taxes and learning to talk
it’s no surprise we go insane and baulk
at what we have to do everyday
controlled in every way
By systems of mismanagement
engaged and married to people we will never understand
but love the universal force
stitches us tighter together than crochet
and we use the word ok more than we should
if only we could see through the stress and mess
to make this world a better place
but perhaps on an alien planet
they have the right idea
instead of living in fear
fear and love are powerful forces
and when they work together unfortunately we are slaves to them
so live a life alien to some
be the one who understands and overcomes
don’t be numb.
