Why I write

If you were to ask me how I was introduced to poetry, I couldn’t tell you… It was as if it’s always been there to cure my needs, like the colors of an oak tree, or the majesty of an evening sunset. No one can teach you writing. It’s something one must learn on their own. A teacher may teach you all the tricks in the book, but if it doesn’t make your heart beat; it’s no good. When one goes through so much pain, you must release it. I release through writing… Who will truly understand you? You may say your mother, father, son, or friend. No one will understand you, not even you at times. However, when you pass and others see your work; they can get a clue of the real you! When you’re done writing; you get a mirror image of YOU! All my life I’ve been stuck in a soliloquy and that’s why I write so my soul can be free! We are all organisms of a cell within a cell making up a giant, which is the universe… I want to have a purpose through my poetry. I want it to be beautiful, like the colors of an oak tree. I don’t want to just be matter floating with nothing for the galaxy. When I pass and my poems are for all to see; I hope to create change or at least someone who understands my heart, and that it was a heart formed from the guts of an exploding star. At most, I write for you to hopefully understand yourself, and that you are not alone. I myself may not ever be worthy of such things, but perhaps you can, because there’s always the pink sun set for inspiration. It’s with this that you can turn poetry into admiration.