ME

Aida, ain’t she something

This is me

I am a Queen

Who’s lyrically bruised

I search for rhymes unseen

In my world, my muse

To be great, I am keen

But they refuse to accept my views

I’m a lil bit of that and a lil bit of this

An exiled Royal living in her bliss

This is my journal, this is me

A life of living and a bit of poetry

A life of the confused and mislead

A path to self so rarely tread 

Welcome to my personal and creative blog, my world, my viille. I used to write ALOT growing up. The older I got, the better I was at expressing myself. Then, 3 years ago, I stopped. I don’t know what happened and I really don’t want to know. Now, when I try to write, it ends up looking and sounding like shit. Words just put together for the sake of it. Recently I came across a sestina written by a poet on Instagram (eMinor). I fell in love with it. I wanted to write one of my own. I commented on one of her pictures saying I wanted to write one. I didn’t know she would reply. She dm-ed me the next day with a beautifully written message asking me to pick my six words so we could write the sestina together. I was surprised. I replied her with six words I came across and almost immediately she replied with her first stanza (this was 2-3 days ago). I have basically been having a mental and lyrical breakdown ever since because everything I come up with sounds like rubbish to me. My sole purpose of this blog is to document my journey to getting it all back. It’s in here, I just have to find it again. 

x