What had initially started as a haphazard and rather addictive way to try and pass the time within class (You know, that very thing that’s trying to beat the creativity out of you.) had evolved into a hobby that I just cannot put down for the life of me. Whenever I get a powerful feeling or an intense surge of creativity that I can’t express in music or photographic form, it usually goes down as poetry.
I mean check this out :
Gaze fixed upon the white light
Bombarded by the gamma waves
Hands tapping to no consistent rhythm
Blackened keys smudged by the touch
A barren mind typing down every word
Any expression to drift past the void
Fingers assaulting the glossy black
To cry out, to communicate.
Now, that wasn’t so good. In fact, that was pretty amateur. I just wanted to see what I could come up with on the spot.
But it’s there. It’s pretentious. It’s cheesy enough to warrant a poet’s shirt and/or a black beret.
It’s Dandy’s poetry!