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Writing Tips

WARNING:: Writing may come with "Writer's Block"! You may have a case of writer's block yourself! Symptoms include a hard time concentrating, "not being able to think", having a hard time coming up with ideas, or anything similar to that! Sound like you have it? Well I'm on the case! Here's what to do if YOU develop a case of writer's block!

(1) Keep your heart and eyes open. Always. Poetry is all about being more sensitive and aware of the things surrounding you that we see everyday, but forget the beauty behind it. Like a sunrise or sunset. We see it everyday, it's so beautiful, but we never pay a lot of attention to it.
(2) Always carry a notepad around so when an idea strikes, you can jot it down before you forget what it was in the first place!
(3) Get out! Go somewhere! The catch? It has to be somewhere with people around. Do you live next to a park? Know a great mall teens like to hang out at? Go there! People can spark creativity too! See a kid playing with a rubber ball? You could write a story about a child who loved something as a kid, and how he felt when he outgrew it, or something that. Or you could write about a kid that lost that toy, how he dealt with it, and how he finally found it. You could turn a simple scene into something miraculous! Poetry is just like a fire, it only takes a small spark to get the whole thing started!
(4) Don't "think" up ideas. Poetry is NOT just a bunch of words thrown together on a page to put you to sleep. You have to "weave" it together with the right bunch of ingredients. Emotion? Thought? Picture (the picture is creates in your mind)? All essential in your poetry. Don't stress about ideas. Poems just happen. It's not something you can "force" to happen.
(5) Grab your handy dandy notepad, and walk over to a park, around the block, or even your own backyard! Write down everything you see, physically feel, hear, smell, and how it makes you feel. Feel cold air on your skin? See a kid tossing a ball? Write it down! Turn your small lines in a poem. If you do it one a daily basis, it gets easier. Here is an example of one of mine:

"Faint chilly air rolls

through my skin, the

smell of burnt leaves

floats to the splash

of color setting in the

distance, while dogs

bark to applaud

the show."

My True Love

You sprinkle on my soul; a light mist. You are the bright Sun in my mornings to my twinkling stars that dance in my night. Your heart is my obsession, your eyes are my light, your soul part of mine. You circle and flow through my body as if on command. Your shining face overpowers all of my thoughts, your smile a permanent part of me. Your eyes remain inside, with their smile and twinkle. Your soul blends into me, into mine with it's innocence and individuality. How could anything else take control of me like this? Your eyes run through my mind and your smile shines into my heart. Innocence, happiness, smile, eyes, passion, kindness, gentle nature, all of which belongs to you creep through the seams of my mind... This happiness inside combined between us two shall never shadow, the love shall continue to bloom deep inside... And never rest. To eternity and back.

*I would like to dedicate this poem to my true love, Michael*

Spring

Spring, a time where flowers peak. The butterflies and birds smile down on the world bellow and the Sun crawls out of it's shade. The school books and dropped and the jump ropes slice the air, the flowers pierce the world with their floral scent. The trees flap through the breeze, showing off their newly bloomed beauties. The flowers shoot through the ground saying their time has come to show off their essence. The creatures peek through their holes and hop, run, fly, or crawl to the Sun that shines bright today. That is the true meaning of Spring.

This was my first real poem I had ever written. That I can find. There is one more before this one. I can't remember where I put it.... It was legally the first one.

Freedom

I think back to a time of soldiers and fighters. The cannons and guns firing, I breathe in the scent of gunpowder and I hear the cries of help from the wounded and dying warriors, fighting for my freedom. I feel the wounded and I remember what they did. I inhale the bloody scent and listen to the cry--- no mourning, of those poor families. I taste the freedom given to me, and it tastes like victory. I strain to see the remains of these amazing heroes. I watch as they go down with a terrified expression. They all put thereselves through this just so I could live free.

*Really stop and think about why we celebrate July 4th.*

Music

Hear the drummers bang, hear the trumpets' blow, hear the flutes chime (that's the instrument I play at Maiden Middle School! Go FLUTES!), hear the trombones slide, hear the clarinet hum to the melody, hear the sax play to the rythem. I hear the rythem and I tap to the beat. The music strikes me like lightning, and before I know it, the song is inside of me. Inside of my heart. The song lyrics circle around me, as I remember the words. I listen as the instruments get louder, and it hits me harder. Soon I forget I am playing and I am in a musical dreamland.

*In honor of the Maiden Middle and Maiden High School bands! Visit the high school band website at http://www.bandsofmaiden.org/. Rock on flutes (and the other instruments too!)!*