What is wrong with me?
What am I doing wrong?
Why can't I understand what they said?
Why can't I organize these thoughts?
~
My therapist said, "Try tea."
"It'll mend what is lost.
It'll help you to a certain degree.
It'll bring together what you can't focus on."
~
So, I did. I tried it all.
Green tea, Peppermint, Chamomile and Sun.
I tried it warm, I tried it iced.
All it did was make me focus on the negative inside.
~
Then she told me to write.
"If I recall, you're a writer?
Why not organize your thoughts within stories?"
I simply brushed her off.
~
See, I didn't think about how poetry or writing would affect me.
I didn't want to use it to escape reality.
Then I found topics. Then people.
The real world just made me feel suffocated, while the writing world made me feel special.
~ Yet, ~
I call myself a Musician, but I only sing little covers.
I call myself an artist, but my art isn't inspiring.
I call myself a writer, but my stories prove to be minor.
I call myself a poet, but my stanzas don't fit the description.
~
"So, what am I?" I wanted to ask.
If I am none of these, then who am I, if not to them, but to me?
I don't want to know just yet, so while I sit and think about who I could be,
I'll sip on my honey-sweet Green Tea.
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This is so beautiful. The way this poem just flowed so smoothly, without anything intense. I love that. And the rhyming is chef's kiss. I personally am not a good rhymer when it comes to poems, and I refrain from it, but I love to see other writers such as yourself rhyme in your poems.
''What is wrong with me?
What am I doing wrong?
Why can't I understand what they said?
Why can't I organize these thoughts?
~
My therapist said, "Try tea."
"It'll mend what is lost.
It'll help you to a certain degree.
It'll bring together what you can't focus on."
I think that's very interesting that tea helps your mind. When I drink it, I always need a little bit of honey or some sugar. But researching a bit on the topic, and it turns out tea can help soothe the mind (I should drink more). I also liked the part where you said you couldn't organize your thoughts. In this day in age, everything is just happening all at once, that we barely get the time to think. Time moves faster than us, and I feel like that line is very relatable.
''Then she told me to write.
"If I recall, you're a writer?
Why not organize your thoughts within stories?"
I simply brushed her off.
~
See, I didn't think about how poetry or writing would affect me.
I didn't want to use it to escape reality.
Then I found topics. Then people.
The real world just made me feel suffocated, while the writing world made me feel special.''
What I like so much about writing, and I'm sure others will agree, writing makes us focus more on our stories than what's actually happening around us. It can make us forget about our problems in a sense.
''I call myself a writer, but my stories prove to be minor.
I call myself a poet, but my stanzas don't fit the description.''
You can still be a writer, and your poems might not have to sound good, and you can still be a poet, and have everything all over the place. But that's the most important part of the whole writing process. Your poems and writing are supposed to sound bad, to you, but not to other people. You don't know when a piece of your work has made somebody smile or cry.
''I don't want to know just yet, so while I sit and think about who I could be,
I'll sip on my honey-sweet Green Tea.''
And that's the reality of life. We don't know what we are. We don't know what we want to be. But we still have years to live, we still have time to figure out who and what we art. I love the part, ''I don't know just yet'' because the truth is what we want to be is sometimes not actually what we don't want to be, if that makes sense.
I really enjoyed your poem. It flowed almost like a conversation. Keep writing!><
Ahhhhh thank you so much! <3 I'm glad you enjoyed it!
THIS IS AMAZING!
Hi, it's Vera! I don't know when you'll read this but great job!
I was just scrolling through the feed and this poem caught my eye. Wow, I am amazed. I wasn't sure what to expect, but I felt the sixth stanza in myself. I often question what I am and try to label myself as something but it's just a hobby. I loved the ending and how it was tied into reality. These thoughts often occur in my real life so thank you for making me feel heard. I appreciate this poem it was a great read overall.
If this is based on your own life just know you aren't alone! You seem like a good writer. I completely hear you on this though, thank you for sharing this with the community on here.
Of course! Thank you for reading my poem from the start anyways!
Heya! AnotherCrowInRow (or just Kay) is here to write a review for this amazing poem of yours!
You start this stanza with questions that immediately catch the reader's attention, mainly because there is a high probability that they themselves have asked them at some point. Well, I like how the second "set" of questions is a bit more specific and personal - it's more about the situation the narrator (which I assume is you) was going through. You leave it up to the reader to find his own interpretation - personally, for example, this part reminded me quite a bit of my own struggle with an as yet incomplete diagnosis of ADHD... but everyone can find something of their own there.
I like how you work with the free verse you have in this poem. It works naturally and quite smoothly, I don't feel that I would get caught at some point when the poem flows too unnaturally.
I love how you go through the tea drinking advice and then tell us how the teas went. Then again about writing and the fact that it is not what you wanted to immerse yourself in.
I would like to dwell a little on this part, since it deals with something that at some point everyone who deals with any form of art has doubted. So...I don't know, I guess I just wanted to say that any musician can call themselves a musician even if they only sing little covers, that an artist doesn't have to create something inspiring to be an artist and so on...and the part about the poet I really found very relatable, since sticking to the "correct" form of stanzas is sometimes simply impossible.
I don't know why, but this part just resonated with me. And I also love how smooth these last two verses sound!
Overally it was a great read and beautiful poem! I definitely wouldn't be able to write something like this at all, not even on 2:30am so...don't worry about wonky patterns, sometimes they are the best ones!
Have a nice rest of day! Or night! Or whatever!
- your local (friendly?) crow Kay
Thank you for reviewing this! The funny story about this was I was up humming to myself and got those questions stuck and my head. Then shot up, thinking "I need to write this stuff down!". Yes, a no-no word was used.
Other than that, thank you for your words and for reading my poetry. I'm happy you could relate to it. Surprisingly, we have the same incomplete diagnosis....
Anyways, Running off of 4 hours of sleep. It's nap time <3 Thank you, fellow crow, I'll make sure to feed you more crumbs in the future.
~Taost
You are welcome! I always love to a hear backstories to people's works and yours sounds great
. Enjoy your nap time - I'll probably take inspiration from you on that. ^^
- Kay, ready for more crumbs
This poem was written at around 2:30am roughly. I tried to follow a certain pattern, but I see it's kinda wonky :')
A piece of this work has been tweaked slightly because one of the lines (One about feeling suffocated) didn't rhyme and it was KILLING me