Prose:
I’m here for the inspiration. Out in these fields behind
my house I can find my place in this world. There is inspiration around me.
Everywhere I look is an idea, a thought, a story. Writing just feels right to
me. I can forget about everything and just be me. I don’t have to worry about
other people judging me, because behind the pen, no one knows who I really; I
am a creator. I look down at the typewriter in front of me and read what I’ve
written so far. “Here it’s safe… and here it’s warm…” Out in these fields, I
can escape from the worries of my home. Here I can finally be happy.
Poem:
I’m here for the
inspiration,
There is
inspiration around me,
I can find my place
in this world,
Out in these fields
behind my house,
Everywhere I look
is an idea,
A thought,
A story.
Behind the pen
I am a creator.
I can forget about
everything
And just be me.
Out in these
fields, I can escape from the worries of my home.
I don’t have to
worry about other people judging me,
Because no one
knows who I really am
Writing just feels
right to me.
I look down
At the typewriter
in front of me
And read what I’ve
written so far.
Here it’s safe…
And here it’s
warm…
Here I can finally
be happy.
How creative of you to change to typewriter font at the end...
ReplyDeleteYour lines "every where I look is an idea, a thought, a story" sums up what it means to be a writer, I think...