On Writing

On Writing

I’ve been writing more than reading lately and it feels quite refreshing. I mean, I love books – they are a little piece of heaven on earth, really – but, nothing feels like words flowing through your head and writing them down on paper or typing them up on a blank canvass. Nothing feels like feeling an emotion and being able to describe it using words effortlessly. Nothing is more frustrating than not being able to get a certain word out of your mouth at the perfect moment, when it feels like you’ve ruined it. 

Writing has always been my art, and it took a while for me to find it. How did I find my art? I was inspired. I was inspired by all the amazing writers all around me. Some have url’s I’ve known by heart, and some just use words and turn them into sentences and paragraphs and make me feel. That’s the best part, I guess – making other people feel what you do. Expressing yourself through words like heartbeats. 

I am thankful, thankful for all the wonderful opportunities given to me to write. I am thankful, for every chance I get to share my art to the world. I am thankful, to all the people who has inspired me through their words.

I am thankful. 

How to Write About the One You Love

How to Write About the One You Love

How do you write about the person you love?

I use metaphors, because simple adjectives are not enough to describe how you make me feel.

No, I don’t use metaphors or adjectives; because no words can describe the way I feel when I think about you, when I hear your name, or when we’re together.

I think about the sun and its warmth, and how it brightens my day. I think about the winter and the cold, like the way you make me feel when you’re gone. I think about what could be going on in your thoughts, whether I’m part of it or not.

At the end of the day, I do write about you, in the simplest way I could possibly can, using the most extraordinary words of the English language. I write about you, not because you’ve filled up most of my thoughts, but because I want to remember everything about you: every moment, every smile, every detail.

I write about you in the most serene way: how peaceful you look when you sleep, or how your eyes never seem to leave a page when you read. I write about you and our adventures, because they are greater than any love story ever told.

I write about you and us, even if ‘we’ don’t exist.

I write about you and this one-way love story, because you’ll never really know how I feel.

I write about me, writing about you and how you inspire me to play the odds.

And if it were up to me, you were probably the most beautiful piece I’ve ever written. 

How To Be: A Writer

How To Be: A Writer

  • Write everyday. Even if it only means updating your Happy Jar, penciling something in your planner, or taking notes. When a random thought pops into your head, scribble it down, because you never know if the idea may never come again.
  • Keep a journal. If you can, then do it. You may not be able to write on it everyday, but make sure to keep one on your desk, on your back, or your bedside table for all of your random musings. I promise you, one day you will look back and whether that thought made you smile or it made the pain come back, you will be glad that you wrote about it. 
  • Be inspired. The world is beautiful, and it only is when you look at it and appreciate everything that surrounds you. And then when you’re ready, you might be able to create a beautiful world of your own writing.
  • Read. Whether it be a light read, a chic lit, a heavy English novel, young adult, a mystery, your favorite book, an article, a tweet from a celebrity, signs along the hallway, it is important that you immerse yourself in words, and find how they mean to you and how you would want the world to understand your words. 
  • Try something new. Veer away from your style, but still remain true to yourself. Learn a new word and use it in a sentence. Apply as a contributor in your school paper, or maybe even as an intern at your favorite magazine. The world is full of opportunities. Seek it.
  • Look back. Reread your old work. Backread your blog. Create a portfolio of your work. The world has inspired you, and it’s time for you to inspire others, too. 

Disclaimer: These are not rules. These are merely written down here to remind myself of what I may or may not want to pursue. Nevertheless, feel free to try it on your own. 🙂

Dear Old Love

Dear Old Love

Dear old love,
I still think
of what could
have been
If we’re still
I still think
of bears and
of Chinese names
and daughters.
And I’m glad
that you and I
stay the same
no matter what.

Dear old love
I love how
we both like
the same hero
of blue and
red and white.
I still love
owls and their
big round eyes
full of wonder
all because
they remind me
of you

Dear old love
I still don’t get
why you love
math and numbers
but I guess
they calm you
down and they
don’t do the
same for me.
I have missed
Our long talks
during Christmas
and New year’s.
It’s lonely
Without you.

Dear old love
I have moved
on or so
I thought.
My heart still
beats faster
every time
I see you.
When will it
I have loved
and lost
and loved again.

But dear old
I’m still not
over you.

A Girl Who Writes

A Girl Who Writes

by Chelsea Poole

Find a girl who writes. Find a girl who has no idea where she is going in life because the only thing she understands about the world is that sometimes if you put one beautiful word beside another beautiful word you can create a beautiful sentence that melds into beautiful chapters of beautiful books that might change at least one person’s life. Find a girl who lives for that one person, the one person that will read her beautiful words and feel a sudden lightness on their shoulders. Find a girl who works at a job she hates so she can do the thing she loves. Find a girl who knows sacrifice.

Find a girl who makes it hard to love her Find a girl who demands the best because its all her romance-riddled mind can comprehend. Build her a castle in the sky, move a mountain for her, smile and nod when she tells you she wants to run away to find the wild places that still exist in the world. Take her hand and lead her. Lead her through deserts and cities and forests until she grows homesick for a place she never even called home. Watch her as she takes in a sunset. Watch her lips move and her brow furrow as she fails to find words to describe it. Wrap your arms around her from behind and whisper in her ear that maybe this once words have failed her and that’s OK. Let her cry into your jacket as she is overcome with the vastness of the world. Offer to drive home so she can stare out the window as the sound of her favorite indie band you’ve always found depressing rolls through the car. Give her space when you get home so she can lock herself away in a room, still trying to describe the sunset that will forever beat at the back of her brain, demanding beautiful words. Walk in to find her asleep at her desk. Clean up the paper that litters the floor and wash the ink stains from her fingers. Know that this will never pass. Accept that the sunset will never leave her and learn to be OK with it like she will have to.

Have her make a list of cliches she absolutely hates. Listen to her rant about the unoriginality of it all. Watch her hands move through the air in a fury as she tells you how kissing in the rain only leads to pneumonia and throwing rocks at someone’s window usually just brings broken glass. Go back through her writing trying to find one. Fail. She has never written one. And never will.

Kiss her in the rain. Throw rocks at her window. Send her a message in a bottle. Tell her you were a different man before you met her. Give her flowers on Valentine’s Day even if she tells you that the holiday was made up to sell greeting cards. Lie down in the middle of the street to look at the stars. Have a picnic at the park. Candlelit dinner. Win her a stuffed animal at the fair.

Watch her head cock to the side and her nose crinkle the way it does when she’s happy but doesn’t want to admit it. Watch her roll her eyes. Pretend to busy yourself with opening a champagne bottle but really take in her face. Watch her eyes roll over the scene as she tries to burn every detail into her brain. Watch her lips move and her brow furrow as she fails to find words to describe it. Wrap your arms around her from behind and whisper in her ear that maybe this once she has failed to find the words to paint the scene that has been painted over and over before.

Find a girl with a vocabulary. Find a girl that knows metaphor. Find a girl that tells you what you want to hear in a way you’ve never heard it before.

Accept that this girl will never forget an ex-boyfriend, or an old friend, or a childhood home, or a family pet, or the grief that stole her away once before and will not fail to take her away again. Accept that her heart forgets nothing and the only way she can soothe the ache is to bleed. Make sure paper is never scarce. Make sure pencils and pens litter the kitchen counters. Get used to the clicking of computer keys at 3am.

Build this girl a bookshelf. Build her another. And another. Build her bookshelves until she is too old to read the words of her favorite books then continue to build them. Stack these shelves with the things she has written. Fill the shelves with her published work then keep going. Track down every essay, every short story, every novel, every poem she has written. Find unfinished manuscripts she’s kept hidden in a box in the attic. Stumble upon story ideas on napkins. Fill the shelves with every beautiful word she has let bleed from her fingers to paper. Fill the shelves with her life and the lives of the people only she knows.

Lead her to this shelf. Tell her that she has done it. Tell her she has put together beautiful words to create beautiful sentences. Try to describe the feeling you get when you wake up next to her every morning. Try to explain what it is about her that you love. Struggle to find the words that have somehow gotten stuck in the empty spaces of your brain. Accept that for once, words have failed you, not matter how simple the words you use are. Settle for this simple you know so well. Tell her that there is a lightness on your shoulders. Tell her that her beautiful sentences have changed your life.

I am browsing and searching the vast depths of the world wide web for something worth reading. And when I do, I read, and read, and read some more. And then I think, when can I write like that? How can I write like that? How do I express my thoughts in words with such impact? How do I start writing a paragraph, a story, or a thought, wherein the reader cannot stop reading after the very first sentence? 

Sometimes I feel that my writing is nonsense. That I can never be that good. But then, ‘good’ is rather vague. I don’t want to settle for mediocre, either. I just want to write…in the right way. To express my thoughts and feelings in words to describe them as they are. Nonetheless, no one in the world could do that. No one can express an exact feeling, because at that moment when someone does, it is not a feeling anymore, but rather, words that make you feel. 

Confusing, isn’t it? How words and feelings don’t really come together. 

See, right now, I don’t how to end this. Thoughts just never seem to stop. At this moment, maybe I should just do.