| Writings of a Turtle |
 Ms. Sassy |
Those times when you
see something so beautiful or inspirational it make you want to capture
it. It was then when I had great urges to write. I was so
excited and blissful to feel these moments. My hand never seemed to
move fast enough for my mind. The thoughts just seemed to race to my
hand in an effort to be saved on my blank canvas of lines. Some of
the words that poured from my soul, through my pen and onto my paper were
just lies I made to be true. In the end I will never know what I
imagined or what I remembered. This power I get from writing is like
ecstasy. I love the feeling of not caring what others think or say. I
love the feeling of not letting others harsh, destructive criticisms
dictate the path of my pen. The ability to write as deep
and blank as I wish. To feel my emotions bleeding onto my pages.
To feel my heart being pulled in all directions for one purpose. I love
being able to open my mind and let my thoughts finally run free. In
poetry, I let my words write for me. I let my emotions be felt.
My journals are just a fury of feelings. A place for me to release.
What I write for me and the ones I love is just about me. The songs
to no music. The essays with no direction. The poems without
words. All of them I write to remind me. My pen introduces me
to new memories. It opens up my dictionary of clichés. Me, my
pen and I is all I need. Is all everything. My misshapen
sentences. My scrambled lyrics. My words are my life. Ms. M. T. Sassy |
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