All I Wanted to do was Write Poems

When I was in high school I used to write poems.

Almost every day.

I remember typing on a computer in study hall, changing the fonts and the colors of the letters to make it look different.

It felt right to do this.

No one told me to. I didn’t see anyone else doing this.

I just did it.

And it was all I wanted to do in high school for the most part.

It was like I was on a mission. Sent from the great unknown.

Embraced it, I did. (cue yoda’s voice here)

Somewhere this changed. I’m not sure how or why but it did. That magic feeling of being called to do something uniquely my own , had faded.

It was replaced by chasing girls, parties, working multiple jobs.

There was a void.

And for years I tried to fill this void (not consciously).

But I always knew there was something left undone.

The obvious answer would be to just write some poems.

But that doesn’t feel the same now.

I still write. Just not poems like I used to.

It’s the writing that I crave. The words. Putting one after another. The images conjured. Reaching into the imagination and plucking out the truths stuck in there.

The connection with other writers out there, who have something inside that they NEED to get out.

A message. A vision. A story.

That needs to be shared with the world.

So I found this site ( and I write on my blog and I write in my notebooks every day.

I have to.

There’s no other way.

If I don’t I will feel unfulfilled.

Like something is missing.

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