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What I live for

Till yesterday, I haven’t written for a long time but I can’t help it (although my passion is writing). I realized I had to put a little bit of more effort on my writing as it’s what I am going to live for in the future (besides other hobbies that interest me). And I hope I will become a great writer, writing articles, books, reviews etc.

For the past month I left my sacred place with all my deep thoughts and emotions in this blog. I have not returned since yesterday and today I decided to add something more in this blog of mine: poems. I do not aknowledge professional poetry but I know I can write a poem. My English lessons are not just about grammar and vocabulary, but something more. Literature and creative writing is what I’m talking about. I am trying really hard to find my path that leads me to professional writing. Therefore writing is what I have left now. I might not be a pro but my mind terribly demands me to go for it.

I believe poetry will help me in some way to develop my creativity and my writing skills to better. The poem “The Pond Within Me” is one of my best poems I wrote. My creative writing professor gave a positive reply to the poem and I am glad I was able to write the poem without a hitch. I do admit I wrote it just for my creative writing assignment, but I can assure you I can do better than that. I believe poetry will guide me to complete my way to my passion: writing.

I write to open people’s minds and because that’s what I want to do for a living. I enjoy it.

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The Pond Within Me

You see me right in the middle of the pavement,
Wondering what am I doing, I am crazy.
But here I am, peacefully leaving my statement.
Don’t take me like others, lazy.

Next to me is what you can’t see, my pond
Where all my secrets he knows and I leave to,
And my last words I speak he shall keep fond,
May the pond always remain brightly blue.

You shall not change my complete self,
Nor twist my uttered words I demand
Keep clean your embrace on a shelf
Therefore no request is made to my land.

I, leave you with what is left of me,
Take it calmly you may not name me she.*

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* favorite line. I preferably do not like to be named many times. When I die I don’t want just my name to remain in the grave but my fully me walking around.

After some creative writing lessons (as part of my English course) I have come up with some of my original and personal poems. I do not expect you to understand the meaning out of it but I hope, my readers, you will be able to understand what kind of person I am through this poem.

My poem will also be featuring on my next school’s newspaper!