Why I Write For Now...2

As the New Year approaches I can’t truly help but express thanks and reflect over what I’ve written. It is impossible for me not to make this because 1) how can you continue writing without direction and reason? 2) You must always be thankful towards those who give you chance to express yourself.

Let’s begin with those who have read my poems and other writings, I know not all 76 people will read what I have to post, but for those who have stopped by and at least have seen one of my poems I appreciate that. It is amazing to be complimented over what you write, because most people are doubtful. Doubtful of what you write is even at the slightest good, as a writer, improvement is the chain that keeps us ascending and ensuring we don’t give up. I must thank each one, although some may be spam accounts, I still have to thank you all. (As I write this first draft I realize I cannot thank each of my greatest supporters, actually I can. I swear i’m not a complete idiot.)

I will always write for the sake of taking darkness and using it to create beauty. Darkness can range from being sad over a break up or being stuck in the loop of suicidal thoughts.

I can’t say I know the extremes of these situations but I know that darkness isn’t an anchor; it should never keep you down forever: it should make you realize how much you have and what you’re capable of, that their is more awaiting you in the future. As I see it, only darkness can push you into the light, I’m not stating that I wish evil to run rampant. I want darkness to reveal what weakens us and what can be done to improve us. As any good villain does for a hero, as any bad day does for the hopeful person.

I write because it challenges you to create something better, or try jumping over hoops such as writers block, which traps you when you least expect it. I can’t always find a challenge that I can genuinely write about ( example, on the First Day of Christmas) , but when I do, it is mainly me shooting out those words. I can write an entire story or poem that is purely bull- but I can’t live with the fact that those words were set for a few to view. Writing is a new world for me, and I view it as something to embrace and repel whenever it is required.

(I know that not all this will hold, and that at this moment my mind is fuzzy, I can’t properly come up with something concrete. Nevertheless I write to create, and not to defecate.)

I find that reading certainly inspires me, currently a couple of good poems, to try to innovate. I don’t enjoy taking a whole bite off someone’s style, but It just occurs subconsciously. You attempt to just make a writing that will be enjoyed, and then suddenly you read it to realize that the way it is formed is similar to someone you had recently read. At times it looks similar, but has a splash of you, something that you recognize is unique to just you, not always but sometimes. It is strange to think that ideas pop up from ideas of others, (including this one and those following it) but that’s how we advance a topic and create. I prefer classics over new book releases, because classics have almost a stamp that no amount of time can possibly tear its power that it has struck onto every mind.

The first ” Why I Write” was me establishing myself and my goals at the moment and as seen above I have yet to complete them. Every once in a couple of strange months it’s nice to see where your going and how you’ll get there.

Reading it back, I realize that I had more in me than I do now, a fire that could not be brought down.

A large reason why I write is the feeling I get when others see your work and enjoy it; I mean actually enjoying it. Perhaps I can’t see your faces, but you prosers are all amazing, the fact that you took the time to read anything of mine is just amazing. Most of the times when I post something I await the red numbers to appear saying someone liked your work, I feel ashamed by this, but I can’t help but be truthful. I feel ashamed to beg for people to read my work, I believe that if you find my writings then it is up to you to decide. I see this all as something that requires some sort of honor and respect.

This was written for all you amazing followers:(I put the @ for the comments beforehand , and I was to lazy to go through and remove them for the amazing writers/ followers, don’t judge me darn it)

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