thestoryofsarah

June 17, 2011

Creativity

Filed under: Creativity,Poetry — by Sarah H @ 3:40 pm
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I used to write a lot. I would have a line of poetry floating in my head and it would swirl and swirl until I just had to write it down. And I would keep writing until I had a poem in front of me. Something that had taken life on paper and become a finished product.  I also used to paint. I was never very good, but when I was very upset about something, I would get the urge to paint. So I would, and by the time I was finished, I felt better and usually couldn’t even remember what I was upset about to begin with. I can’t really pinpoint when I stopped getting these creative bursts, but I miss them. That’s a big reason I decided to begin a blog. I’m hoping that by writing more regularly about my everyday life, I’ll get the urge to write creatively again or at least bring back some of the creativity I miss so much.

I went through and read my whole LiveJournal from high school the other night. It made me laugh to read all the things that were so important when I was 16, it’s funny to think about how much I’ve changed. It did make me miss a lot of things. How close and accessible everyone was in high school, all your best friends being within 5 minutes of you. How simple everything in my life was(This is definitely decided in retrospect. At the time, I felt everyday there was a new crisis. I was a very dramatic teenager). This is often where I would write down my poetry, I went through and read all the poems I wrote then. Granted, not all of them are winners, but there were a few that I couldn’t believe I had written them. I will leave you with one of my favorite poems that I have written. Hopefully, this whole blogging thing will get me writing or painting again.

Masks

I wear a mask of courage, I wear a mask of hope,

I wear all of these masks, so that I will stay afloat.

Floating in a sea of darkness, I feel that I will drown,

So the mask I wear the most, is the one without a frown.

Some people, they don’t like me, but I know they wear masks too,

Everyone has their masks. Everyone, even you.

So now the mask will come off, the mask that hides my pain,

And you will see something that I will try to explain.

For you see, I know not who I am, only what others want me to be,

So no more masks to hide my face, from now on I will be me.

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