Me as writer, well I never really considered myself a writer. I mean I like to write but I don’t just sit there and think to myself “I think I’m going to write something today”, I’m more of the type of person to just be doing something or say something and think it could be turned in to something like a poem or a song. Then I’ll write it down and say it a couple of times then I’ll turn it in to something. That’s one thing a lot of people don’t know about me is, I love writing poems. Poetry to me is a way of getting away from all of the bad things that go on in a day, but I don’t consider myself a poet. I guess you could say I am still trying to find myself as a writer. Same thing goes with my song writing, I love to do it but I don’t consider myself a songwriter I just write what I feel and turn it in to something. For example my 7th grade year my English teacher was having us write a lot of different types of poems. One particular type inspired me and that was narrative poems as I sat in the class thinking about what to write about, I didn’t even realize I had already began writing on my piece of paper. By the time I was done my teacher had been reading over my shoulder the whole time she had me read out loud in class I was really surprised when I was done everyone clapped and told me what a good job I had done. The next day my teacher announced that we were going to have our 1st annual poetry night at my grade school and she asked me if I would read my poem, and of course I said I would. The poem I wrote when I was 12 years old is still sitting in my mom’s room right below a picture of my brother who died at birth. If you don’t mind I would like to share that vary poem with you.
There was a woman who had a son
Who knew his life would soon be done?
This boy’s name was Zach
That was for a fact
This boy my brother
This woman my mother
My mom always says she wishes he would come back
Even though I did not know you
I still love you
We think about you each and every day
So I just wanted to say
We miss you Zach
We miss you my big brother Zach
In loving memory of Zachary David Christian
June 10, 1988
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Wow. Thanks for sharing, Markie. I can see why your teacher was so touched.
ReplyDeleteMarkie,
ReplyDeletethat was awesome! I lost my friend in a car accident in May so I can sort of relate to your feelings. I love poetry, so keep it up and always have that to be your inspiration. Poetry is my way of healing my insides, and I think that it's a good way to get your internal distractions out.