First Step Forward


Ever since I sent that poem in to be judged, I’ve found it hard to write. I figured, what’s the point of writing poetry when I don’t even know if I’m good?? It was ridiculous to think that, but I’m only human. After admitting this to a good friend of mine and having a long chat about writing and insecurities, I’ve written two new poems. This sounds like great news right?? Wrong. Both my new poems are different. It’s still my writing style, however they are raw, and they have the signature of the dark corner of my mind written all over them. Typically, I weave the true meaning of my poems through red herrings. I switch back and forth between flowery, deceptive words and the bare truth. This allows my audience to interpret my poems the way they see fit. However, one of my new poems is overly blunt, and the other is far too difficult to understand. I guess my midlife crisis is starting early haha.

Anyway, I had to tell that anecdote in order to lead into the real purpose of this post. My first step forward since sending my poem in was not starting to write again. It was starting to finalize. For my birthday (my birthday was six months ago), a fellow poet friend of mine got me a really nice journal. This journal, she told me, was for my finished works. Immediately I responded by saying that no poem is ever finished. Of course being a writer herself she already knew that. However, she wanted me to write the poems that were as finished as they could be in this book. That was six months ago and finally, two minutes ago (seriously), I wrote my name in that book. At last I claimed that journal with a few unsteady ink strokes across a sturdy page. I still don’t have any poems written in there, but hey it’s a first step right??

-adviceateleven

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Advice at Sixteen


As some of my long term followers know, I started this blog when I was eleven. Hence the name Advice at Eleven. Well years have passed and I’m sixteen now. My birthday isn’t today  it was actually in October, but I just realized that I never made a post for it, and I usually do. So what’s different now that I’m sixteen?? For one, I have my driving permit. Secondly, college has become really real. I’m a junior, and when I go to college I’ll be 17. That’s just a year. It’s crazy. Enough about me being sixteen though, let’s talk about eleven year old me.

I’ve never actually told you guys about how this blog really came to be. Yes I told you why I made it, but what gave me the idea?? Well, my brother had a blog (he’s 14 years older than me) and he is an incredible writer. I mean he would take something as simple as what he ate for dinner and create a beautiful post about it that would relate to the world and it is just amazing. Well fast forward to now, he no longer updates his blog because he has two kids. Anyway, I wanted to be like him. Also, I was in tha mall food court when I came up with the name Adviceateleven. I came up wit this name because I had wanted a blog for a while and I didn’t know what I’d write about. However, that day, sitting in the food court eating Chinese food with my mom, I was pissed. I don’t remember exactly what it was but my mom was telling me a story about how some stupid person did something stupid. I must have felt pretty passionate about the issue because I sat there for an hour and just spewed out my opinion to my mom. I gave advice (that the stupid person would never hear granted) and I related the issue to my life and it was just amazing. I didn’t know that I had that in me. Next I decided that an eleven year old knew more about giving advice than that stupid person, so I came up with avdiceateleven.

Well, that is the birth story of my blog. I hope that you enjoyed it, and Happy Birthday Adviceateleven

-adviceateleven 🙂