A little bit about that cringey time in my life: I was a teen throughout 2007–2016, which means I wasn’t cool like this Gen-Z’s nowadays; I grew up romanticizing Skins, emptying the black eyeliner on my eyelid, plugged to my i-Pod nano blasting Avril Lavigne and Green Day. But I also loved reading (Twilight hit me hard), and adored Jo March and those Rory Gilmore vibes, and even if I didn’t know a thing about poetry, I started writing it.
They gave us a little black notebook at school, and our teacher encouraged us to write our thoughts and any creative occurrences we could think of. I was one of the few in history to actually give it a go, and after a little while I got too carried away with it and just started writing everything that came to mind. It got lost between my things for a while, but I found it recently and it was wonderful to reread my past self, so confident in my writing craft, and who’d only lose her conviction about having the potential to be an artist a few years later.
These are few of my favorite lines. Some are embarrassing, others confusing, but there are others that surprised me in their truthfulness and their capacity to remind me the kind of writer I had hoped to become. In honor of my teenage self, I wanted to share them with you:
- Every star out there is loved. Who has ever hated a single star? Who coudl actually single out one and say ‘huh, not that one’?
- I think I’m losing myself into my problems.
- I must look like the Sleeping Beauty without the ‘beauty’ part.
- Love is a basilisk.
- The boring secrets behind my lies.
- His poem was a blank page.
- Maybe in another reality, a mirror would smash your face if it didn’t like what it reflected, and not the other way around.
- Even a simple story deserves a great ending.
- Stars may be proof of a brighter universe away.
- WHY AM I STILL SO AFRAID?
- He wore that hat to hide his ideas.
- I’m flying, I’m falling.
- The more I fall in love, the more I realize how imperfect I am.
- Maybe, in the future, other souls will look after my words.
- (Something about the Jazz concert, it was so good).
- Love is fire, hearts are the embers.
- I’d like to think these ghosts read the poems over my shoulder and smile.
- A dream worthy of a name.
- …dressed in raindrops.
- She cries, and the room breathes again.
- A tarot lady held captive and she’s got to figure her way out by herself.
- This ink shouldn’t be mine.
None of them will take me to my Nobel prize, but I think I regained some of the hope I lost a few years ago; maybe there’s a chance for me to become a decent writer. I just need to actually write it down.