Am I a Writer?

1. Well for that question, Am I a writer? well for me I don’t consider myself a writer. I haven’t met the mark that I have played upon myself. One of the factors are that I self doubt myself from the smallest writing pieces to the largest. Which doesn’t help me when I compare my writings to other’s . Especially in poetry which I have found a passion for, Most whom know me. They know that I have an art for it, But there are struggles like with punctuation and spelling that I struggle frequently. But the one that is important is self satisfaction.
2. From if I feel confident with what I put out or I feel like it’s enough for the standards that other set for it or myself included. I write for school and at my home in my free time. I enjoy it at times, but there are times where I get writers block. But I feel like who doesn’t at moments in their lives. I would say there are times where I can’t connect my thoughts out or I can’t find a way where I express them in a generic format or an appropriate way. That pleases everybody, which I have learn that doesn’t happen everybody has there own opinion and views on things. I write well normally is with effort but I times I gave up with it completely which I know that I have to work on that.
3. I put my thoughts in a way that I am understood or I leave others in a question. I write about my experiences that I have had, my feelings and facial experiences, which I may remember. Which can range from pain, happiness, sadness, hunger for knowledge. I put myself in raw positions which at times. I hate myself for putting myself in a vulnerable way that I feel that I am in someone’s mercury. Which is like the feeling of that ache that you feel at your chest or lungs when you are gasping for air. But who knows these are just my thoughts that have come up. Well I write well of course at school for a grade so I can move on and step up to the next challenge. But at home or when I am alone. I write for a sense of release of all of my struggles and worries that I want to be washed away. For many they have find a safe place which for me is normally writing, which gives me a piece of mind.

How your love broke me. 

If you hadn’t set you eyes on me,

None of what I am dealing with would’ve have happened, 

You were a totally different person, when we meet,

You had the smile which left me breathless at times, 

That charm that made forget what was happening in the world at times,  

Those words that you always whispered to me ‘’ You are the pulse to my life’’

It was all a lie,

When you weren’t praising me, you we tearing me apart like the puppet you thought I was,

I didn’t know the right over the wrong,

You make me feel so loved and hated at the same time,

Oh why was I such an Idiot for falling for you,

I gave you chances after another,

I gave a huge part of me why you do what you did, 

Being young and reckless, I was blind sided with the sweet words in which you dicticated to me. 

I always promised my heart life, but with you  

Example number two

I used too

I am calm and Native 

I wonder if there is a way to block people out 

I hear the roars of the almighty beasts  

I see the winds breathe blowing passed the meadow 

I want to see peace with all humanity

I am calm and native 

I pretend to be okay 

I feel the tears streaming down my face 

I touch the hollow of the hearts that have fallen 

I worry there won’t be no stopping

I cry for worries and the memories that have become nightmares

I am calm and native 

I understand some souls are too far gone 

I say that pain is only temporary 

I dream if one day i’ll be okay 

I’ll try to keep my demons hidden 

I hope for not to feel pain 

I am calm and native