My Diary Poem by Airda Jones

My diary, a way to scream
In the silence with a pen
Play with pages and words
Seemed so useful and fun back then

Then I truly learned the art
Of how to code my language
Write how I feel without being too girly
Give my writing a little edge

I mastered how to murder
Blank spots with pools of ink
Leaving people blinking and guessing
Leaving me laughing at my little jinx

My diary, my secret room
Where I revolutionize what people see
My poems are now my life's story
My life is now my poetry, my modern diary.