If it's not already apparent, I love words. I love writing just as much as I love reading. I can and will read or write about anything. However my achilles heel? Poetry, I love reading poetry and as a creative writer, I feel as though I should be able to concoct some amazing verses, as well I do with prose. But for some reason, I feel like I'm not that great at writing poetry that makes you feel a specific way. I mean, that's the purpose of poetry in my opinion, well, all types of art to be completely honest.
But I'm waffling.
My most recent attempt to was during the summer of 2017. I was very inspired during my time in America and on my many excursions to NYC and galavanting around mid-town and beyond I came up with this:
I'm alone again in Times Sq
I always find myself here when I can't stand being at the house
I want to get away from people yet I want to be around strangers
People exploring and enjoying the city that never sleeps
The subway ride into Manhattan from Brooklyn alone is enough to deter
anyone from heading to Manhattan, the city that never sleeps
I don't either, I mean, how can I?
With all the craziness at home in Brooklyn
Most NYers will tell you that they can't stand this place
But Times Sq is my sanctuary
It never sleeps so how could it let me down?
The lights remind me to be hopeful
The billboards remind me there is work to be done
Money to be made
The nightlife reminds me to celebrate every
little positive thing I have in my life
My phone is on Do Not Disturb
Because no one is going to disturb my time with Times Sq
No one would understand anyway
This place is the epicenter of this city
The rest of NY couldn't function without Times Sq
And here she is in all her glory
Famous for being infamous
Glamorous and cocky yet she holds some of this cities
deepest, darkest secrets.
I'm not even sure if this is finished or not lol. But I think the last four lines are the best part. I was just going through notes in my phone and thought I'd share. It's funny because I remember exactly where my head was at and how I was feeling when I wrote this. I would find so much solace coming to New York during this period. It always felt so familiar... not warm or necessarily inviting, just familiar and I needed that at the time, trust me.
I won't say I won't attempt to write again in the future but I have to be deeply moved emotionally I think in order to try again.