What to write...

I sat and pondered about what to write here for ages but I eventually decided on writing on why I opened this blog. I am starting this blog to not only keep my sanity intact but also to hopefully encourage other people going through similar situations as me to keep going and to find your passion in life. I am an avid writer, generally opting to emotional poetry. I write when I am emotional so many of my work ends up being very depressive or heavy. I hope that through this blog I will learn to write no matter what is going on in my heart. I am also an encourager by heart; it is difficult in this sarcastic day and age to be an encouraging teenager but that is what I hope to achieve; to encourage you through my writing. What exactly I will write about will change from day to day; whether I write about a significant event, or about a topic that is on my heart. How I will write will also change, free-style like now or in some form of poetry depending on the topic and my mood. It is my first blog so bare with me.

So, why Butterfly Diaries? The name of a blog should give you a hint of what it’s about without telling you anything of what is written.  It should set the scene of the story without giving you the plot. Ever since I was little I have been fascinated by butterflies. I would stroll around at school during lunch and gaze at the graceful creatures resting on the swan plants. Monarch butterflies have always been my favourite, I don’t know why though. Probably because they’re the only type I know the name of! Come to think of it, my favourite butterflies to sit and watch are those delicate white ones. You know the ones. They always look so feminine, free and joyful. Butterflies for me are very graceful and romantic; I could sit and watch them for hours. To be honest, they remind me of myself. I am a free floater. Now I made myself sound hippie… Let me explain. I float through life, between different people, in different places hoping to be that little white butterfly; brightening their moment with a smile. I am a short projects person, love adventure and can’t stay in the same place too long; a true butterfly. So, seeing as I love butterflies and this is sort of an online diary, Butterfly Diaries was born. Butterfly Diaries is a blog about life’s ups and downs and how this butterfly floats through them.

I am going to post one of the poems in my writing book because it is very relevant to this post. Ironically, it was the first recreational poem I wrote, the very first in my book.

A Clean Page – 9/1/2011

 

This page was white,

Clean with fine black lines,

But now it has symbols,

Shapes we call letters,

That we use to form words,

All over my clean white page.

 

It had me dumbfounded,

What to put on this page?

Do I actually want to spoil its cleanliness?

Yes, I do, but what with?

What’s worth writing down?

What to keep and what to throw away.

 

I looked at this page,

The beautiful white page,

And my mind went for a wander,

My imagination caught fire,

The page first looked like a bed sheet,

Next, like a pool of ice.

 

But lastly, like an opportunity,

To explore the written world,

A world sparked by words,

That sets pictures off in your head,

But that’s what words really are,

Shapes that bring a memory or picture to mind.

 

This page was beautifully clean before,

But now it is sprinkled with wonder.