Why I Write Scholarship (CLOSED)

I could say multiple reasons as to why I write, But with all these reasons about half of them are lies. I could say I started to be cool, or I started to be great, Yet the only truth I have is that I…

I am sand. I am sand on the shore of a beach. The ocean, the vast blue expanse of sea, is the depths of my heart- the depth of my humanity. And as the sand longs, and as it wonders about what exactly…

I write for those who can't. I write for those unheard. I write for him,her, she, he, but especially Me. I write so that the deaf can hear, the blind can see, the unheard be heard. What's written…

I write to bleed emotion on this blank piece of tree,to connect to the depths in my mind understnading why. I write to take out aggression on my beloved words; Anger, Sadness,Loneliness,…

Asking me Why i write is like asking me why does the wind blow? Asking me why i write is like asking why the sky is blue? Why? Three small letters yet so broad and detailed. I ask of you this Why do…

There was a song written that said "I sing because I'm happy I sing because I'm free For his eye is on the sparrow And I know he watches me." I sing for boundless joy I sing for terrible sorrow. When…

To feel in control The ability to free your thoughts No holding back No fear of hurt No concern of judgements being passed Ideas float across the page Holding truth Pent up passion Fills the ink Not…

I Write to escape the rushing world to focus in on all the beauty exchanged to stop the Earth that once whirled to describe emotions, rearranged to express myself differently to reminisce on memories…

Poetry It's reality. It's a pressure in my chest A dark shadow in the morning. It's a friend, About to whisper their darkest secret in my ear It's words on paper, It's how I'm heard. But even more,…

I write because I am free to DREAM, I can be no one else but ME, it helps me to ESCAPE from REALITY. I am a DEEPER REFLECTION OF ME. I write what I FEEL, too afraid to SPEAK UP ON WHAT IS REAL,…

Days pass by and yet I can't stop continuous contemplation. Financial Crisis College problems combined these cause pain and distress continuous contemplation. I choose this road I am unhappy The…

Poetry is my love Poetry is a talent Poetry makes me move In a direction of balance. Finding harmony inside Expressing feelings hidden Finding love from outside And not hiding thoughts given Is why I…

To imagine a world, I put my pen on paper. Grasping only what I know, I create something beyond. If I hold on to what I believe in the light, I can know what I know not in the dark. Things change and…

I write to fill the unspoken silence, the unencumbered void in which I live. Books scream to be heard, neglected by most. I listened to their cries and divulged in their secrets. The cycle goes on…

One word is all it takes to encourage a life that brakes. One word can make all the difference in the life of those suffering with indifference. One word has all power to either build up or tear down…

I write to make my words come alive to see the rhymes flow together and fly to write what i cant say out loud because deep down no one hears a sound My words move when theyre heard and when you eyes…

While reading the Holy Bible I read a Scripture that states "Out of the abundance of the heart the mouth speaks" With that said, I understood that every word I say or write reveals something about…

Ideas are illustrations of the mind and I am the artist Why do I write? I write to shine light on those stuck in the dark To give a voice to the voiceless And hope to the hopeless I was in your shoes…

Sometimes more is said with less The lengths increase; the depths regress And some are too shy to converse And speaking more just makes it worse In poems few words must be said Yet more is in the…

Gossamer threads slip quietly through my dreams as well as my waking and dance about as I sit in a world of tears unable to climb out on my own. For but a moment I catch a glimpse of glamour and a…

With 7 billion people in the world, it is easy to be just another face in the crowd, craving attention by being loud. We are all born with a voice deep inside of us, which can develop over time with…

There's quite a bit in my head, Pictures from books That I've read, Things that my mother has said. I try and say what I mean, But that hasn't always gone well , At least from what I have seen. I say…

Why do I write? That's a great question I want to feel like I am a blessing Instead of being treated less than By the woman who brought me into this world She doesn't care and often say that I'm not…

The Minnesota lake glimmers all around me It engulfs me with its passion The love I return wells inside my soul An overwhelming, helpless emotion This, I must write A gangly wolf lazily chases me…