Practicing

Bismillah

Lately, I've been practicing my writing. Most of them turned out to be sappy crap but I thought I might as well post one here to share my embarrassment. haha.



As I am growing, I wish my first words to you
were to thank you for these feelings,
from you to me.
If I were a singer, let my first tone be for you,
A bird, let my wings fly to you.
The sky feels so large while i follow close behind your wide back.
Thinking back to the days I tripped and stumbled to keep up to you,
the air felt so crisp that summer.
On rainy days I think of the sad damp fallen flowers,
and mourn it's lost luster.
Letters, they probably contain all these pent up feelings.
Being flustered, that was embarrassing.
Being close to you, everything else becomes a great story.
During lonely quiet lazy days, I take my pen,
my first letters to you.
Sometimes I stare out into the ocean,
the feeling that creeps up, similar,
to those feelings of wanting to embrace you.
I think so often of our days later on.
You'll take roads that tempt you.
I'd start with yellow brick fields.
We'll meet at a castle only we know.
Our first steps,
Let it be
so that we meet.

There. Crappy sappy stuff. Hahaha. Other writings were more bizarre and cryptic. I tend to start writing without knowing what to end it with. I think I expect too much from the story and end up being bored of writing it. Either that or I end up thinking "this is too cliche" and end up dumping the story.
During high-school my friends and I wrote stuff. One about fantasy, another about romance, while mine was.... not sure what it was.... hilarious perhaps because of all the spelling errors.
I wrote a story once. About a witch who everyone thought was evil but was actually out to save the prince. I like that kind of story. A misunderstood character who doesn't give a damn about what others think and just lives life to the fullest and live it rightfully.

Just some random chatter about me and my writing life. I wish I could write awesome stuff. I'd want to be a writer but I've settled to dreams of becoming a publisher. Don't you think dreams are like cotton candy. Looks pretty, taste nice, but in the end you get your hands sticky and you think "Should I finish this?"

Man I don't like sweet stuff. My friend once said, "I thought all girls like sweet stuff." I'm probably made of salt.

Oh my. This blog is starting to sound ridiculous. Will end it here. tata

Alhamdulillah