Writing

Writing makes me feel good. it gives me a chance to get things out in the open and could care less if people read this or not. ive always been a sucker for writing. it all started with a book that i read in the 7th grade. Hatchet.Like most kids who are told in school you have to read this book i threw it in the corner and let it collect dust for a week before picking it up. Thats when the teacher decided to start reading it to us instead of having us read it ourselves. she said it was too good of a book for us to not even read it as she knew most of the class wouldnt. As she started reading the book to us i couldnt wait to hear what was going to happen next. that day i rushed home after school and sat down and read the entire book. I came to love man vs nature books. for those of you who dont know its humans surviving off the land. From there my passion for writing kicked in. I used to sit down and write poems and at one point i even tried to write a story.More on that later. I would get caught during school writing my poems and one time a teacher confiscated it as they normally would thinking its a letter. The next day she handed it back to me and asked me if i wrote it on my own. of course i did. she said it was so good and wanted me to submit it into a poetry contest that she had recently heard about. thinking it was a long shot i went ahead and sent it in. about a month later i recieved a letter from them telling me they wanted to publish it in a book..tears rolled down my face. i held on to it for a while because i didnt know what my parents would think of it. by the time i got up the courage to tell them the deadline had passed. a few years later i submitted another poem to them. again i got a letter. only this time it was for an award ceremony. i had recieved several awards because i had won. only problem was that i had to get out of state with my own money pay fro room and board. Yeah never happened. i think i still have the letter to this day. something i will always keep knowing that i won things and yet i couldnt get there to accept them. ever since then i really havent written anything. When i was still writing i went to a church camp. at the time one of my friends was going through some tough family issues. so i wrote a poem about it. i read it at the talent show they had put on there and at the end people came up to me asking me if that was my life because of how the details were. thankfully it wasnt my life but they felt every emotion behind it..rage sadness joy and happieness..i still have every poem ive ever written and will never forget how happy it made me feel.

My story. after writing all these poems i thought about writing a story. of course i was young so it was about something that i loved more then anything at that age. HORSES...i thought it was such a beautiful story. i had about 3 chapters done when i decided to have my dad read it and tell me what he thought of it..needless to say my story never got finish..i got accused of plagerizing..He said it was too good to be something i wrote on my own. Demanded to see the book that i got it from. In a way it made me excited to know that even at a young age it was a good story..good enough i got accused of taking it from a book..because of that i stopped writing it. and so my poems also fell apart. i had no desire to write anymore because of all the acusations that i got..what a way to put down a young persons feelings.

i guess now i really miss writing. which is part of the reason i started this blog. who knows maybe ill be inspired and start writing again. sometimes i wonder what my life would be like had i continued to write..would i have books being published right now..would i have poems in a book. would i have my own book of poems...would i have money..oh well i guess thats life and what happens when you get put down time after time. Well at least here i dont have to worry about anyone judging me and telling me things ive heard all my life..