Let me start at the beginning...

So I started this blog, but why? Why and who and what and where and how. All valid questions. So I guess I should start at the beginning.

I started this blog because I realized I had a passion for writing. I had done a writing course, and I was the youngest in my class. I was intimidated by the older kids for a few days, but by the end, I had written a bunch of poems that I was proud of. I wanted to show these poems to people, give them a chance to hear what I have to say. So I am going to post my poems here. The where and how are kind of obvious, no explanation needed, right? Anyway, I hope you guys like the poems, and if you have any comments or prompt ideas, feel free to say them.

I would really love getting some ideas for prompts, because having an idea about what to write is over half the challenge of writing them. Prompts can come from anywhere, anything. That's what makes them such a challenge to think of. You overlook the major ideas, and look only at the minor details that you shouldn't think about when writing. When writing a poem or short story, it's easy to let the words flow. Just write. Don't think about how it sounds. Spell things wrong, use improper grammar, that's what editing is for.

So that's pretty much it for my story of why I wanted to create this blog. People find blogging stupid, but I think of it as a way to express things. Not like Facebook or other social networks that teenage girls use as a diary, but as a journal that you're okay with other people seeing. That's all for now!

XOXO, Cristi

Growing Up

I wrote this poem back in October when I had my thirteenth birthday. I thought about what it was like back in kindergarten. The biggest decision was what crayon to use for my colouring book. Now, as I sit here and  think about my high school courses and what career path I am going to take, I look back on the past years. I have yet to reach some of the things in this poems, but I know they're close. (Oh, and I know this one is a lot shorter, but oh well!)

It's jumping into the deep end and trying to stay afloat. It's having your dad let go of the bike, watching you ride alone. It's you first day of school, your first date or best friend. It's getting your license; it's moving away. It's hard, it's scary, it's thrilling, it's fun. It's growing up.

What is Summer?

Well Hello There! It's been a while since I posted, but I'm hopefully going to start again soon!

I wrote this poem this past July when I was on the plane going to Europe. I decided to wait before I posted it, partially because I forgot about it, and also because now that it snowed for the first time this year, it's officially winter in my book.

What is summer? Summer is the cool ocean breeze, refreshing after the hot city. Summer is having a sticky cherry popsicle from the vendor melt down your hand. Summer is staying up late, and sleeping in. It's pool parties in bikinis and sleepovers in sweats. Summer bring new friendships and romances. Summer means being with people you love, doing things together. Summer is fabulous.