I am constantly torn between writing what comes naturally and what takes more time. What comes naturally? Nostalgia. The past. What takes more time? Hope. Relief. As I’ve mentioned, there is nothing wrong with writing about the past, or those things that aren’t so pleasant. Writing amidst sadness helps me process and move on, and … Continue reading Rewriting the Past
I’ve recently joined a writing group, which is fun and exciting. There’s something different about discussing writing with those who also prioritise it, there’s something special in explaining why we write, and how it means something big. It’s encouraging and motivating to share and express. Before I went to the writing group this afternoon, I … Continue reading Encouragement in Writing
You may have noticed some changes on my blog. For starters, the name. I first started this blog in 2017, hence the name Be-My-2017. I thought it was a one year project that wouldn’t survive the year. I didn’t know that it would become something I still love doing and still want to continue. For … Continue reading Not a Bad Change
Writing a sad poem contains some sense of happiness. It’s satisfying to read my thoughts on the page when those thoughts are exactly what I’m trying to say. Poetry can be interpreted hundreds of ways, but I know when I get it right regardless of how someone else may understand it. I don’t mind so … Continue reading A note on sad poems.
Yesterday I realised something – something I already knew but was made even more aware of: God created poetry. Imagination. Stories, words, books. He invented metaphors. For the past few years I’ve been keenly aware that God is creative, that we are creative, and that when we create, He meets us there. Creativity is a … Continue reading God Invented Metaphors
I’ve been taking a little break. I finished uni on the last day of May and took the opportunity to bask in the feeling of having little responsibility or expectation. I’ve spent my time reading and writing, and I love how words feel familiar to me again, like friends returning to one another after months … Continue reading Writing, Exciting
When I was in year 11 and striving to meet the requirements of a good English student, I signed up for the extension English class. I was really excited about it; I considered myself to be a word person, and even though I only received average grades in English, I knew I could do it. … Continue reading Land, Wasted
A few days ago I posted a photo on Instagram of some poetry I was working on. It was only a few lines, didn’t give away much, and didn’t serve any ulterior motive. By this I mean I didn’t post it to become 'Insta-famous'. I didn’t post it to show off in some way, if … Continue reading On Instagram Poetry and ‘Real’ Writers
the softest words 