Why do I write? Probably the same reason most people do. Expression. What better way to portray your thoughts than to get them down on paper in a creative and meaningful way? Writing is personalized. Each person has their own style, their own rhythem. That’s why I have loved it ever since I started way back in elementary school. It was the rarest, truest form of me and I loved every aspect of that.
However, I don’t really know where it all started. I have all these notebooks FILLED with stories, poems and song lyrics from when I was in my early childhood, and it really makes me wonder how I was thinking like that at such a young age. Some of the things I wrote were so meaningful and had such a deep message. Since I was so young, I know that all those ideas came straight from my head. It’s strange to think about!
I feel as if I have millions of ideas, every day. I compare and contrast certain things in my head and make connections that I am dieing to write about. No matter where, I usually always write them down. Whether it’s just small notes or turned into a story, I’ll post it somewhere even to use for later use. As for best thing I’ve ever written? It’s hard to say. I would say that my best work shines through my poetry. A lot of things I have written stay with me and are personal, but I hope to keep exposing them and someday become noticed.
When I was younger, I loved one author,
Jack Prelutsky. He’s a children’s poet and I had almost all of his books. I loved the way he flowed from line to line and how he put a surprising twist of irony at the end of each poem. One dream of mine has always been to publish a children’s poetry book. I find that although I do love deep poetry that doesn’t necessarily rhyme and makes you think, I also have thousands of more ideas for those quirky poems that make the reader laugh. That’s one thing I have to do, because I know that it is a possibility for me!
Any chance we can see a sample of that poetry?
Well, this was my poem for Mary…
*Mary Ritter is our dance instructor, friend and inspiration. She’s currently battling breast cancer and teaching us all about The Experience of a Lifetime…
Who am I to initiate
To tell of a monster; a fall in fate
The whisper of sweet serenity
Pulled back so quick; but then we see,
The rise in lust for words of hope
Infatuations of grieve and mope
Should soon be swept away by choice,
That lures us in to pure rejoice.
My luck in life compared to most,
I don‘t believe; I can not host,
For I believed we made our own
To determine the lives we’d always known.
But a recent twist has circled the thought
A twist in life and all distraught
For a wave that crashes the flesh of many
Could not affect, you out of any.
Hearing one small thing can change your eyes
And how they view what the world defies
These obstacles we can’t escape
Can see right through our glass shined cape
To me, you are just that much stronger,
Your will to fight will survive much longer,
You’re a bulb just lit and will always shine,
For a keen remedy, you are next in line.
Just a chapter in life; a new story told,
Of a person whos book shall always be sold,
Inspiration has grew to a sturdy new level,
Nothing could destroy; dismantle; dishevel.
For the person I’ve grown to know and admire,
Will battle the monster way down to the wire,
For all we have done and all left to say,
She stays in my heart; and there she will stay.
