The Hidden Corner of a Reluctant Writer's Mind

Reluctant writer: Really reluctant?

Since grade school, my teachers always notice my essays in exams, homeworks and projects. They say I have a talent in writing. That's the proof that writing loves me even though I only love him whenever the school requires, I seldom write in freewill - the reason why I called my self as a reluctant writer. Aside from it, I wasn't able to keep copies of my works, whenever I write, I just submit it to my teachers or whoever needs it. My mom asked me to print the essay about her which I wrote for a homework, but I failed to do it because of procrastination. Now, I realized that my failure in keeping my written works is like irretrievable parts of my memory. That's why I started this blog, for me to save my incoming products of my craft the craft I am starting to fall in love with: Writing.

To visitors:
Thanks that you are here. Feel free to comment and/or suggest about my works for my further improvement as a writer.

Miyerkules, Marso 9, 2011

I was asked to write a poem about "smells"

Here's my work...

The Scent of Existence

I know it is there.

Even I didn't see it coming.

Wholeheartedly, I believe,

There really it is.

Even the sounds speaks no more,

I am still convinced,

It is there.

Even it taste flavorless,

My pride is at stake,

I will testify, there it is.

Even nothing touches to be felt,

Then define me.

For I am dignified that,

It is there.

There in a corner of isolation.

Waiting for kind attention.

Not my eyes.

Neither my ears,

Nor my mouth.

Not my skin.

Can tell the smell of naked truth.

Because my mom liked it, I am satisfied with this original poem of mine. It is one of my works for the qualifying exam of my school's publication. Hope this poem can make it.