To exercise my brain.
Writing can help you work out issues:
creating, reading, and expressing
getting lost in feelings,
release your thoughts.
Letting it be known what I want —
like having a diary but not really.
It gives me pleasure
happiness
helps me to move forward in life;
documenting significant moments
my form of self care
it helps me relieve my emotions — any stress
that I’m feeling I can possibly just write it down or
reflect on my day
and how I could’ve done certain things better.
Teach myself how to do better tomorrow
by knowing myself and knowing what I’m capable of.
I don't know myself until I see it in words.
By helping me speak my mind
when words don’t come out of my mouth —
to my creativity, the side of me I often forget about,
to sanity. Brings me to another world that
I myself could never be brought into without a pen.
Helps me to imagine things —
another world or universe that I create
escape reality into a world of pure ecstasy,
opening my mind to a world, and
experience true and confusing
intimacy with characters:
heart, imagination, emotions, thoughts, and conscience.
Words on paper say what my mouth cannot
because the blank page is a tireless listener.
Writing keeps me connected to my past, present, and future —
to the murky memories of those no longer with me
to my roots when I write poems about my home town.
Preserves the moment, no matter how
forgettable the moment might seem.
Writing down my family’s history has given a chance for me
and my Grandma to remain connected long distance.
Connected to the people I am not able to meet
to my friends and family around the world
to the classmates and the professor
to the people close to each other, but they are far away!!
Sharing my personal thoughts and experience and
hoping people can share the same feeling
by the movement of words
by articulating my unthought thoughts
by letting everyone out there know that I'm still here.
Having your own opinion about things
and feeling safe as if you don’t have to share it with anyone:
a judgement free place. But also:
by tweeting @ twits, typing letters into an oblivion
that the oblivious will never read.
Articulate my thoughts into arguments
and ideas that are organized.
Others can see where I’m coming from, and
what other people think on a vast spectrum of topics.
Whatever I write down comes
from what I feel and how I view things
incorporates my experiences and values:
an upcoming research paper about home, borders, and migration —
the refugee and migration crisis
affects so many people,
and I learn about what I can personally do
to make a difference.
Break down any puzzles I may have to solve —
to the world and somewhat make sense of these crazy times
to true and false where you can express everything
to connect myself with something larger and
more expanded beyond the confines
of this cold prison called quarantine.
To consume all the charming vibes
to keep me connected to the smile
that every star in the galaxy copies.
Sane, whole, and connected to humanity:
grounded, reminding me to breathe
at times when I am not able to.
The world is better than the latest terrible news.
Writing allows me to free my mind
with how I've felt in the past and a reminder
for how I want to feel in the future:
so one day I can look back and relive
what my past self once knew.
To develop a game plan for what I want to achieve in life
and further my abilities.
To be optimistic about myself
with the spiritual energy we possess as we mature.
To a deep sense of joy and purpose —
even when ocean eyes turn dark blue
and only rain is expected.
To write is to join an ever flowing river of our ancestral past
and of the voices of those yet to come
connect over time and space —
connect my present to my past to my future
writing is my eyeglass
to “see” my thoughts
& the world more clearly
creating an ideal future life
while living in reality and
organize my thoughts:
if I don't write it, I don't do it,
from daily to do lists to figuring out
my memories of the past
to making plans for the future
to cope with the craziness of everyday
releasing energy on paper.
A daily practice
connected to myself, to my heart and soul
to words, sounds, colors, faces,
how the ground feels under my feet
I don’t lose my way —
the lover that I never want to leave.
It holds my past and future loves.
To write is to participate
in our human legacy of language
that acquires permanence
connected to literary tradition
but allows me to break away from that tradition
to create a new 21st-century reality
wires me to poles of signals and spectrums of WiFi;
words are my eternal power
though there are many languages
feelings and ideas connect everyone —
a reminder that history is vast
and my griefs and joys join me
to a universe that continues to unfold.