Marina2020

I have always loved words. I read a lot of books in elementary school like The Chronicles Of Narnia and The Magic Treehouse Series. It wasn’t until a unit on poetry in middle school that I realized I loved to write too.

A single college student sits with her legs crossed typing tentatively on her computer. The small coffee shop table is just big enough to hold her laptop, two opened notebooks, and a brown ceramic coffee mug.

Destructive but beautiful
Painful to touch
Mesmerizing to see
Fire draws me in
Daring me to be a little dangerous
The smell of burning wood calms me
Brings me back to a time of tranquility
To a time of leisure and bliss

Stacks of books
Everywhere
Colors and fonts
Many different sizes
Small, large
Paperback, hardcover
Adventures I’ve read
Some I have yet to discover
A series about love, war, and magic
A book about horror and murder

Draft after draft
And I keep erasing
Trying to write
Trying to create
Fusing the story
Building the characters
Yet still not finding
The correct words
Discovering a universe
Even bigger than I imagined

Research paper due yesterday
Breathe
Two live meetings today
Don’t forget
Three lecture videos this week
Just for Biology
Eat food, drink coffee
No time to pass out
Several discussion forums
At least one for each class