Thursday, 24 October 2013

I was asked to write a poem at school
Yet I could not find the words.
I could not help but feel I'm not first choice,
Not often second, but third.
So I sit and think and think and write.
But I cannot write, not like Luke Wright
Or my heroes Ginsberg or Wilde.
I only write about myself 
And how they make me riled
And I think and I think
And I think about thinking.
Striving for beauty,
Sixties doll blinking. 

3 comments:

  1. Hi! I really love your poetry ( I found you via Rookie!). I am the editor of Inky Magazine, which is a [currently, but soon to be paper too!] online magazine for young, aspiring writers with something fab to say (read Inky here if you want: http://www.inkymagazine.blogspot.co.uk/). I am currently putting together THE FIRST EVER ISSUE of Inky Paper, which is an actual 100% real magazine with mostly exclusive stuff, but a few bits from the online version too (it's all very exciting!!). I would SO SO SO love to include a poem of yours in the first ever issue (arriving, hopefully, jan 2014). You would get all the credit for this (with a link to this blog/your twitter/something else you want) in the magazine, which will be avaliable to buy for a small amount of money online, and in shops (though as a contributor you would obviously get a copy for free). I realise I'm blathering a bit here before I've even confirmed you're even remotely interested, so I'll stop. But basically, I came across this on one of my 'talent-scout' missions for someone amazing to include, and I'd love for you to be involved! If you want more information, you can email me at inkymagazine@hotmail.co.uk or florencemollywriting@hotmail.co.uk, or you could just reply here which would probably be easier!
    Thanks for your time [and your fantastic writing!],
    Florence Molly
    Inky founder and editor

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