That Moment…

That moment when you feel really good, but really crappy at the same time. So, as not many of my followers(which I have barely any of) I’m still in High School and there’s this very prestigious contest called the Scholastic Art and Writing Awards. I entered two of my poems from the blog, “Battling My Demons” and “Talking to My Head” as well as a Personal Essay/Memoir that I wrote in class. When I entered the poems I was pretty confident, which was around maybe November. Then I grew as a writer and realize they weren’t terribly well written. Deadline rolled around and poems that were much better were sitting on my blog and I couldn’t enter them. I guess I was still hoping for Gold Key on both (highest recognition) but I wasn’t expecting it. Well, results were supposed to roll in on the 31st of January. I was extremely excited you know? Then, it got postponed. Until February 4th. What in the hell!? So I waited, not very patiently mind you. The time was posted as 4:00 pm for when the results would be revealed. And 4:00 rolled around today…nothing. I was nervous, frustrated, pissed, lots of stuff. So I had to wait, again. 6:00 the results are released only to find…I won. Gold Key. But not on what I expected. You guessed it, my essay got gold key and my poems got honorable mention; not even silver key. So despite my excitement, happiness, and pure relief, I was a bit disappointed. Nonetheless, there’s always next year and if anyone read this or anyone of my poems, thank you for always giving me positive feedback and love.

-Deus

P.S. – I’m posting the essay later tonight.

Namesake

I’m inappropriately named

After someone who should really

Give a damn about the world

Wanting to change its darkness

And the nature of my heart

When all I want to do

Is paint portraits of Dorian Grey

And roll in sunflower fields

On cliffs by the sea

How could I possibly help

Anyone in the world

But myself

Besides

Darkness is simply the absence of light

So I think it’ll come back eventually

Its just taking a sick day

Then it’ll peek from behind the clouds

And shake hands with the moon

Meanwhile I’ll swing on a swing

And escape to places only I know

With trouble on my mind

And disaster in my wake

Writing poetry to make angels cry

Liquid tears of forgiveness

As I run away

From the meaning of my name

And myself