by Zorlone

Created on: February 02, 2009   Last Updated: March 08, 2009

I love to write! Our need to reach another person as we convey our thoughts would primarily be the reason why I write. I want to express myself. I want to be heard. I would certainly add writing to the basic functions of a human being. We write to express our emotions: to tell a joke, to comment, to blog, to text.

Sometimes I don't know how to start, but once I get started the ideas just come to me like an avalanche! I don't know where to stop.

This love story of mine started when I first learned to write poems. I knew I have a talent when this subject was taught back when I wasin fourth grade. We learned about "Haikus."

I wrote about my pet dog. Although my work wasn't selected as the best poem in class, I got hooked! I began writing poems. How simple it was for me to make one! My only goal was to make them rhyme. That was a start.

When I went to high school, puberty hit. The topics I wrote about turned into friendship, love, hate, death, dreams, and emotions. Writing was the outlet of my bottled up feelings. It was the early 90s then, the time when a lot of kids my age started drinking and using drugs. I was spared because all of my queries about life were written in my poetry.

The transformation from poetry to short stories was drastic. During my college life, I was forced to write about essays and explanations about all sorts of things. Since I was in the field of science, I was expected to rationalize and defend what I have written. All this objective part of writing was a huge burden on my shoulders. So, I wrote short stories. At first I told stories about dreams; bizarre, unending and abstract. Then, I knew I should take the opportunity to create a story that would entertain myself and the readers. I wrote about stories with a touch of supernatural drama. Nobody had to tell me what to write about anyway. I didn't find the need to explain why I prefer creating those types of stories, I just wrote them.

Seeing my friends' faces and hearing their reactions certainly made my day. In between making those stories, I was still able to manage to write poems. This time, in a more mature form. I was making love letters in the form of poems. But, I confess, I fell in love with the styles in writing and how to express my deepest emotions more than the girls I had written them for. I even timed myself and was proud that I can finish a poem in five minutes without losing the substance of the poem.

I pursued learning in the field of science. I was torn away from her - my

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