brother. At the early age of 8 I learned a wide spectrum of emotions
and defense mechanisms. After his death, I Quickly developed a
sense of silence which I only broke with my pen and notebook.
Although my interest in writing is based on misfortune, I have grown to
be thankful for this positive, natural ability to cope with all my
emotions. Just within the past few years have I been able to allow
others to read my work. In response, I found myself breaking the
silence through the feedback of others.
Because of my purpose for writing, I feel that any word
expressed, is poetry. Every experience I have had with writing has
been good. The only �bad� experience is that it has always been my
security for expressing. Therefore, I choose writing over speaking and
sometimes find it difficult to vocally express. Every night before I go to
bed, I reflect on my day and write my interpretations in my journal.
Sometimes I write about people I had seen on the street and had not
even spoken a word to. Anytime something makes me think about my
own being and becoming in this world, I am tempted to write. I have a
collection of thoughts that I record every now and again. These
thoughts reflect my philosophy of life and my views and opinions. One
idea I created creeps into my mind every day. LOVE is a distorted
tradition. HATE is a disturbed tradition. I am somewhere between the
language of LOVE and HATE. Many people whom I shared it with find it controversy, but to me it is simple. It expresses so much that is
meaningful to my life. The idea of racism and sexism are the core.
Because of my personal experiences, each day I am reminded how
society portrays and is to perceive love and hate.
Also, outside of poetry, I�ve found that I am able to express
things very vividly, even in formal papers. Through the years I�ve
received positive and negative criticism combined which has set a
positive foundation for me to continue creating and improving my skill.
As a writer I find it a beautiful experience to be able to empathize and
criticize my own views on and off paper. Every piece I have written has
been words of truth because they come from my heart and soul, not
just my mind.
If I were to describe myself I would simply imply that my mind is
the ocean, sometimes wicked and sometimes serene, my heart is the
sun, sometimes scorching and sometimes hidden, my body is the
sand, some aspects desirable and soft and some aspects undesirable
and hard, and my soul is the wind, sometimes its presence is subtle
and sometimes its presence is void.
I always have a piece to write because when I look around me, I
see diversity in everything which provides a sense of freedom and
individuality to express. I have a collection of my poems that I love to
go back and read. Every time I hear their words echo in my mind as I
read, I remember everything that I was feeling and can apply it to
something present that I feel. Even though I am always changing
emotions and seeing things from both perspectives, the thoughts and
feelings never die. I have never memorized word for word any of my
pieces because I am constantly revising and finding new outlets to
express any particular experience.
It is easy for me to apply writing to every aspect of my life. I am
studying to become a psychologist and have always been pulled
towards art therapy. I feel that when given the chance, everyone can
express their most positive desire or conflict as well as their most
horrid desire or conflict through art. The colors used may depict mood
and the idea of writing down what the artist describes as being true to
the picture may depict their very own hidden desires and conflicts.
