“The secret of becoming a writer
is to write, write and keep on writing.”
- Ken Maclead
Do I agree to what Ken Maclead said about becoming a writer? Why yes I do! How can you be a writer if you don’t write? Common sense. But to write something meaningful and deep is another story. A quote by Virgina Woolf, “Every secret of writer’s soul, every experience of his life, every quality of his mind is written large in his works” struck me through my flesh. It’s not the painful one, alright. It’s the kind of struck that empowered me, as a frustrated writer to keep on writing more poems and all that. But where did all these things started? Let’s go back a little. Shall we?
This whole madness started when our Literature prof. told us to compose a poem about Love. We could only use metaphor, those poems where you disregard the usage of “like”. Instead of saying, “Love is like a wind”, you say “Love is a wind” etc. It was a big problem for me that time. I wasn’t a fan of writing poems like that. Ever since in High school, I hated writing poems because deep words hated me. I feel like every poet in this world reads the whole dictionary because of their soulful and soothing words that could make your spine tingle a little. I gotta admit that I was really paranoid–at first–but it all went away after the project making day.
There were 5 choices. I chose the last one: compose a poem. There was no any specific topic at all so I chose Him. Why not write a poem about him? He’s always in my mind so why not, right? The poem started about me telling how he shines brighter than the headlights at midnight and continues to praise him by telling beautiful things about his smile that would make me breathe harder. Deep words aren’t my thing at all! Every time I see an unfamiliar words, I go “Woah there! Too deep” etc. But right after this whole thing, I came to realize I love these kind of stuff. I am now fond of it. The last lines of my poem about him went like this:
He will be my favorite 2am
Even if I’m not his
But who is my favorite scar of all scars?
It would be him.
I know it’s kind of weird but it has some meaning to me that I won’t expand anymore. But really, making poems–rhyming or not–has been my current habit. I wish it would never go away. I love this side of me. I get to express the deep things inside me, the things people would be surprised, shocked, stunned, astonish… I would love to let the people discover this side of me. Not just being the loudest one in class. I would want them to know that I am not just that, that I could bring out something in me that you will never expect.
Writing poems, especially for him, has been fun. And hopefully, it would last forever. There’s this quote I love about writing. It goes, “No one can tell your story so tell it yourself. No one can write your story so write it yourself”. The quote is true. No one can write your story but you. How could people write a story about you when they barely know anything about you write? But anyway, I can tell you that I am really inspired right now. Virtuoso, meaning you’re inspired.
How ’bout you? Are you inspired? Write something! Who knows, you could be like Lang Leav and all the other amazing poets out there! You’ll never know, you could publish a book about your literary works.