Building a Character That is as Living and Breathing as You and Me.
From the empty air a bold lines forms an outline in bold blank ink.
Black hair can float like a feather resting upon graceful sunkissed shoulder.
Fluttering feathered lashes blink out brown eyes full of undeveloped emotion.
She is a woman with lanky limbs and small feet.
She formed from nothing, blank page now cursed with the cursive of her discription.
Her personality a ball of sunshine draped with mistakes and Colgate smiles.
She can eat a book but she always swallows her own words.
She formed from a fountain pen and disappeared with the closing of the cover.
Forever living on in the mind of her author.
And somehow I am still unsure if she is just a character or has she become me.
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RebeccaYSPerez
I'm a fiction writer as well as a poet. Just recently graduated from University Heights High School, the birth school of Power Writers the program that started the Power Poetry ideal. I have been a writer for a majority of my life, and a Power Writer for the past four. I am enrolling in college to get an English degree so I can teach high school English classes, and maybe one day write my own book. Poetry has been my homage for many years now and has helped me through some of my very own personal struggles and led the way towards the healing of these things. I would be more than happy to help and offer my opinion to everyone, as well as share my own stories. We are all here not only to create but to connect. Becca.
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