I used to write poetry. It started being inspired by the free-form nature of Walt Whitman and the angst of my teenage years. I had one composition notebok in particular that was filled to the brim. One day I was bored and painted the outside of the notebook with the darkest, black India ink I had ever seen, which had also condensed over time. “The Black Book” was born.
I don’t write poetry as much anymore. Some of the poems in the notebook may not be that good, I mean it was high school.
With that said, I’ve been thinking of making book of poetry for some time though. So, let’s see what happens.