Last time I shared some poems that I loved. Reading books and poetry inspired me to begin writing, so it’s only fair to share some of my own. 

I’ve been writing poetry since high school when I took a creative writing class, and it felt unnatural at first because there seemed to be so many rules. After that class ended though, I took the rules out and suddenly I was a writer. 

I wrote the following four poems after listening to The Tortured Poets Department by Taylor Swift. I love getting inspired by music and the song Florida!!! off that album got my creative juices flowing the most. Down Bad, The Bolter, and Guilty as Sin? also inspired a few other poems…

Ignorance is bliss 

They say ignorance is bliss 

I’ll never know bliss 

I remember too much

It haunts me 

in the failed relationships 

In the distance I keep 

in the validation I seek 

ignorance would be a mercy

but I remember too much 

the silence 

the scars no one saw

the scratches I left trying to forget 

can I tear the knowledge out my mind? 

can I feign ignorance?

play dumb, play pretend

just to stop turning it over in my mind 

just to stop asking myself the same questions

How could you do this to me? 

Start a new life

I dream of running away

through fields to a new town 

where no one knows me

start a new life,

forget the old me. 

start a new life, 

create a new me.

let the story unfold

It’s never been told 

erase the last chapter

pick up the pen.

I dream of running away

catching a late-night flight,

one bag over my shoulder 

Start a new life,

Forget the old me.

Start a new life,

Create a new me.

Find a new book

To tell my story

Rip out the pages

And throw them in the river 

Guess I’m down bad 

Crying in the bar

Because I’m kissing him

But it’s not you.

Crying in the bar

Because I don’t even want you

You want every other girl 

Crying in the bar

Because I don’t like who I’m becoming

This is so embarrassing 

Crying in the bar 

Because there you are

Another girl on your arm 

Crying in the bar

Because this drink tastes bad 

But I don’t want your name in my head 

Crying in the bar

Because I’m losing it 

And there’s nothing strong enough to hold me back

What do I know now?

I used to know these streets like the back of my hand 

walk home from the bar with my eyes closed can’t stand 

but somehow ending up at the right door

the one with the peeling orange paint on the third floor

never once losing the key 

because home was all I had to be

I used to know these streets like the back of my hand

street light where he walked me home

room where I found out my grandma died

bench where I had my first kiss 

building where I met my best friend 

the roof we walked on before never speaking again

memories are frozen in time.

some people I’ll never see again. 

a version of me that no longer exists.

what do I know now? 

Very tortured poet if I do say so myself. I wrote several more as part of my own tortured poets department, but these were my favorites! 

Writing has a magical ability to bring out things I hadn’t thought about in years. But I was once told to write what I know so pulling out threads from the years becomes so fun when I’m writing poetry. 

My notes app this week

 Song lyrics that resonated with me

“It’s a knife when somebody says they like the old me and not the new me” - Charli xcx and Ariana Grande, Sympathy is a Knife 

“Said that I was fine, said it from my coffin” - Gracie Abrams, That’s So True 

See ya! 

Thanks for reading, and I’ll see you next week!

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