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Introduction: My first blog and why I made it

Hi, I'm Denise, at this moment of writing (2014), 19 years of age. I've been writing officially (I call it official since I became part of the school publication) since I was in 6th grade.


This is my "first" blog. First being in double quotation marks because even before this, I had done one, but I don't think it was ever really published, more like a blog only for my eyes. I don't even know what happened to it. Anyway, here in this blog I will be posting all my poems, quotations, short stories, maybe even my novelettes, anything that floats my boat. I will also include my letterings, maybe some sketches or stuff. Everything related to the pen that I can think of. :)


I started this blog, as suggested by my friends because they knew that I love to write. Well, I considered it, and thought it might be a good idea. Since I wanted to keep a close copy of all my works. I even wrote them in a small notebook that I usually bring with me, but still, having a copy on the worldwide web would be good too. I also think that it would be nice to share my works with other people. I write to express my feelings, and I think that there would be people out there who could relate to the things I write about, maybe even help them or provide some insight. I know that at the moment, most topics seem to be about love, unrequited at that, but I will endeavor to post other writings about different topics. I will work to post all my works from the past up to my present ones, and hopefully, those of you reading will find some that you could connect to. Hope you all enjoy the things in this blog. Thanks for reading! :)

Thursday, May 19, 2016

Breathless NOT Speechless

Sometimes it still knocks the wind out of me
The way the words pierce through my soul
The way MY words take me to a place
A place that only stories, poems, pieces can take me to
And I am left gaping
Unable to believe
That these words are my own
Because they surely don't seem that way.

Sometimes it still knocks the wind out of me
The way a person can inspire me to write
The way YOU can make me conjure magic
Magic that only stories, poems, pieces can conjure
And I am left reeling
Unable to resist
The way you spur me to write
Because I don't think you even know you do.

Yes, IT knocks the wind out of me
Yes, YOU knock the wind out of me
You and MY words
Because my words are about you
Even when I don't want them to
Even when I try not to
But they are
Because you are
You are what compels my pen to write
Unconsciously
Unwillingly
But much needed so
Because it would be a waste not to put these words on paper
A waste not to put you in my words
A waste to let these feelings be wasted
Even when I know that they are not returned
Precisely BECAUSE they are not returned.

Because this is my outlet, the window to MY soul
And others may not get it, but this is how I let go.
When pen meets paper in sweet reflection
My woe may end up another's deep connection
So I will write
I will let my wings unfurl, unfetter
And let my heart pour magic onto paper
Brought about by you,
my muse, my windbreaker.

And even if I ever find myself a new muse
I know I would do the same
I will make more magic with the mere thought of the name
Because this is my outlet, this is what I do.
But the stories, the poems, the pieces I wrote of you
Will always tug at my heart and hopefully someone else's too
And I hope these words will bring them to a place
A place only writing can take them to
And that will put a smile on my face
Knowing that my words AND you--
Which hadn't seemed like my own...
And hadn't known all along...
-- had connected to others in all the many ways
And maybe had knocked the wind out of them too.

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