When I started poetry, I envy those who use highfalutin words and profound definitions of certain ideas. Sometimes, I wanted to buy the technique so I could impress my colleagues and make them think, “hey this girl can write!” I decided to do so, but after I finished, I can’t feel the essence of the poem. Then I wonder, why in the world am I doing this crap? I’ve been writing since I was 9, most of my articles may probably be grammatically incorrect., but it didn’t bother me. My poems, my articles, and my essays are the mirror of my life’s drama. I write to express and not to impress. I write because this is how I express my emotions. Writing is my passion- though at times I tend to deny it. I write when I’m mad. I write when I’m scared. I write when I’m saddened by reality. I write when I’m happy.
My poems are original for plagiarism is against the law. I write for special people who appreciate me as a whole; who had touch my life, one way or another. When I looked back, I realized that my poems had brought smiles in their faces, happiness in their hearts, and tears of joy. If at any point I pinched their hearts, then its mission accomplished. I know my poems never impressed anyone, but it made the people that inspire me happy…and it doesn’t get better than that 🙂
Posted: 26 July 2005