Why I Started Writing…

There is an Alpha to everything. People always want to hear things like "how did you first meet" and "what was your first love like?"

 

My first love just may be synonymous with poetry.

 

So…why did I start writing?

 

Because I didn't know how to talk. That sounds weird. No I wasn't mute. I grew up in a household where there was no communication. People just, well, were.

 

Because I had no good example of how to express my feelings, they came out in various ways: fighting at school, breaking things, reading (being a recluse), and drawing. I was a strange child indeed. That drawing soon turned into writing; I wrote my first poem at 12. Back then I didn't know how instrumental words would be in my life, so I have no idea where that poem is.

 

As I got older, that whole puberty-hormone change-angst thing started, so I wrote a lot of poems about love, love lost, and other sappy things. A poet I saw last semester coined 2 terms I now use: in high school, I wrote on the page poetry. It wasn't until I got to college that I started writing on the stage poetry. I ain't been right since :)

 

Now, I write about things that matter to me, and to the reader. I've been called "relatable" a lot. One person told me that I'm always "telling somebody about themselves" in my work…I'd have to agree, for the most part. I guess I soften the blow in the most elegant way possible. They don't know they're feelings are hurt until later. Lol. But seriously, I write about issues that plague the layman. I am the layman's spokesperson.

 

As an adult, I've learned how to express myself verbally; you learn that quickly when life circumstances that could have been avoided with words, pop up. Closed mouths don't get fed.

 

But, as we much as we like to talk to other human beings for that feeling of companionship, there are still things that only your pen and paper understand. People like to give their opinions (even when you don't ask for it). Your computer screen simply listens.

 

Granted, I share my poetry, too, but there are some gems that are still in the vault, that may never come out. Why? Because people don't need to know everything. If I were to lay my guts on the table, I'd be sought out by the authorities. Don't turn up your nose. I'm not the only crazy mutha out here. Lol.

 

I continue to write because, well, how else am I supposed to exist?

 

So, I guess you guys are probably tired of the "thoughts" part of this blog? Where's the "rhythm"? Coming soon….