:: Boy In Corner ::

:: Tuesday, January 20, 2004 ::

Why Do I Write?

I write because I like to put ink on a page,
ever since I was young I devoured books like a sage,
and these works sparked a fire and just raged and burned,
I learned later that my affection and love would be spurned.
So I learned to wipe the heart on my sleeve onto a page,
My joys and dreams,
My tears and fears,
My sorrow, my rage.
I'd lose it if I didn't write, like an optomitrist without sight,
Some people fight with their firsts, my words are my might.
Some people say poetics are trite, but to me it's like a white light that draws me in like
a moth to a flame,
these scribbles a distraction to soothe my pain.
I write to share, my thoughts and emotions,
I try to convey my fantasies and repulsions.
Loneliness swallows me daily but I fight to breathe,
I use my words like a collander, a filter, a sieve
To weed out the those who really do care, to figure out if you'll
be there when I finally crack.
Are you going to listen to me or forsake me for studying in the main stacks?
I'll write poems and hope to make that one connection
To that special someone who mirrors my reflection
and can pick through what I say and read my inflection.
So will this find me the one?
What will this poem bring?
Well, quite honestly, most likely, nothing.
But that's okay cuz I don't write for anyone but me
(Unless you ask me to, of course, and then I'll even do it for free).
But my passion is to write, to create magic with my pen,
I'll fill up page after page with poems,
Please, madam, just tell me when.

So why do I write? I write because
Writing is me.
I write to showcase my soul
For everyone to see.

:: Rick Kitagawa 6:21 PM [+] ::
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