Re-evaluating

A month ago or so I think, we were tasked to make a poem. That was when my terror began. I am a writer, yes. But there is one thing I don’t know how to write. And that’s writing a poem, and honestly from the past grades I got from my English subject concerning a topic on poems I’d say I was always hanging by a word.

So after numerous of scratches, ball pen streaks and wasted papers, I created a poem. When I was done, I lost the poem. HAHAHA:D lucky me!!! Now, I had to do it all over again. The worst thing? I had to recall the lost poem that was created a month ago. So I gave up and made another one. Hope it satisfies you, the reader, keep in mind though that I’m not good at this soooo cut a girl some slack. J

What a surprise my life had been

A little spark of me , you would’ve seen

Like flowing blood that’s in my vein

There , a bit of glee, I remained.

Success struck me but I decomposed

I, myself felt that that door had closed

Like bottles and jars it kept me inside

Now my soul is locked with great big pride.

Worm eaten I was for I had lost my own

I sold my soul for something, for a reason that’s known

It was not masturbation, that is a part of me grow to up

Rather there was a part of me that I need to give up.

I remembered a Bamithsva that I, myself attended

Then I knew that the celebrant had what all he wanted

That  day I promised to have success in me

And now it seems I ended so proud and greedy.

I put away my soul like a cashier discards

Then success overflowed, but I knew I was a coward

Called such because I was afraid to lose everything

Because of that, I became nothing.

Oh, but there is a twist in making this poem. It had to revolve on the following 10 words:

1.       Masturbation

2.       Bartmithsva

3.       Worm-eaten

4.       Cashier

5.       Success

6.       Glee

7.       Decomposed

8.       Success

9.       Bottles

10.   Surprise