Bookise, Booksie, Booksie
Really there is nothing I can say about this site . . . no, wait, community, except for the fact that I love this thing to death and would never, ever give up writing and publishing, receiving comments, adding comments, or the friends I have come to love. Nothing in the world would make me leave this truly wonderful place.
It’s kind of funny. I go to profile to profile trying to find some inspiration. But, I never do. I mean, I find so many great poems and they are all very inspiring, but I think the problem was that I was looking. To find inspiration, you can’t look. You have to let it find you.
The point of that was to begin my story. I was looking at The Booksie Plan, trying to find out what I wanted to say. I knew what I wanted to say, but it wasn’t coming to me. But, after awhile, I just wrote. I wrote what I wanted to say, the bad and the good, because all of this was needed to complete my story and to fully explain just how great Booksie is.
In the beginning . . .
In the beginning, I only wrote in a journal. I wrote on the computer, printed it out, and hid it. That’s right, I HID IT! Why? Because nobody understood them. They were dark, they held secrets, they were an attempt to explain things that nobody seemed to get. I was teased about them, but that never stopped me. I would write everyday (well, try to) and, everyday, my experiences were transported from life to paper where they would stay forever.
Now, my friend, Alex (lemonluv), randomly told me about this site. She knew about my writings. I was like, why not? It couldn’t hurt anyone. So I tried it.
And, damn, how the sparks did fly.
In the middle . . .
The middle begins with my first poem, and, even though I thought it was masterpiece then, I think little of it now. But, I realize how important this fact is. I realize that my-once-masterpiece is proof at how much my skills have grown. And, I only have Booksie to thank for giving me a place to write and people who are only there to help.
Now, it gets a little dark right here
In the Dark Ages of the middle . . .
But, soon, for reasons that are a tad bit unclear, I was getting upset over how little comments or how little fans I had in comparison to everyone else, primarily Alex. I was getting mad because I thought that people didn’t like my writing, that people thought I wasn’t very good. I now realize how silly that is, but it turned into a popularity contest. I mentally competed with people who were members longer and were clearly better. I feared that this would become another Myspace, where I was obsessed with the comments and the messages.
In the present . . .
But, now I realize how stupid it had been to think that. Booksie is a place to write, a place to read, a place to share, a place to let loose any emotions without being criticized for it. It is not a popularity contest. “Oh, let’s see how many comments I got!” “Let’s see how many reads my poem got!” “Let’s see if I get into the Featured Writing section!”
It’s not like that, thank God. It is the polar opposite, and, for that, I am eternally grateful to those who made it that way.
There is one thing I would like to point out:
I have not seen one mean comment on Booksie. Do you know how freaking great that is!? It shows how much of a great site Booksie is and it also shows how great the people are.
So, thank you.
Thank you for accepting me.
Thank you for helping me.
Thank you for giving me the honor of reading everyone’s writing.
Thank you for reading mine.
Thank you for being my friend.
Thank you for giving me a place to write and not be judged.
Thank you for the comments.
But, most importantly, thank you for giving me the confidence to say what I feel. Even though, it is not to the people who need to hear that are hearing it. But, I think that it is so much better, because I am telling people who want to hear it. And, if they don’t, they can always choose something else to read. Ha-ha. Booksie has changed me in a multitude of ways. I am more confident, I am more skilled, I am more in touch with my feelings, and I have found other ways to help me deal with any malicious feelings.
Last but not least, I would like to welcome you to Booksie.
Home of the undiscovered, but truly talented, poets and authors.
Home to a bunch of amazingly awesome people.
Thank You, and Goodnight