Beware:
This blog page is a soapbox of epic proportions.
Inhalation of words may cause unexpected nosebleed
and various states of confusion. XD
Nevertheless, please do proceed.
WRITTEN IN CHALK
(A Writer’s Words)
You are reading this because of an inner motivation
that the writer of this essay willingly accepted and fueled.
But yes, in literal context, the writer of this essay is a writer.
Most will agree that writing is an effective form of expression.
But to a born writer, writing is more than an outpour of emotions.
You must have the right amounts of stating your purpose,
restraint, fervour and the power to magnetize your audience
to be an effective writer.
To scribble briefly, accurately and effectively is art;
To scribble verbose lines is pointless.
You are a writer; therefore you are an advocate of art.
You must influence your readers greatly,
and leave stigmas on their minds.
I write to exalt the bittersweet air of irony that my works
dissolve within themselves.
Without writing, I would cease to exist, and implode to bits,
for writing is what I live and breathe.
I write to purge the overflowing tides of happiness, misery, rage
and chaos that I sympathize with, but do not necessarily encounter.
I know how the planet works, simply because I made
my own interpretation of the world.
I know the machineries of beauty, of justice,
of how the rose bleeds when it is hurt.
I firmly believe in love, and the tragedy that lingers with it.
In every work I have made, there is no moment when I do not twist
the conventional belief of everlasting love, so to prove
that nothing is made perfectly.
I lay all my cards as a writer, but it is still up to my readers to interpret them.
Life is spontaneous; it is boring, but is surprising at the same time.
I write about life, but I do for what I write reflects the possibilities
not explored in real time, not in true life, and not outside my defenses.
Some want to be happy, but I write to show which part of happiness
spells grief, despair, anxiety and disappointment.
Anyhow, I am not biased; I also tend to write about gloom
spelled as hope, joy, compassion, and love.
In the end, I am but a vessel, containing a piece of an existence
most people have neither felt, nor tasted.
I am here, a writer, to impart a realization that one seeks
on a different perspective.
I believe that things, material and spiritual, are bound to influence us,
but to share life through writing is a worthwhile familiarity
that everyone should discern, absorb and enliven.
This is why I am proud to be a writer.
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Hello. This is supposedly my very first post as an online writer,
but to begin with, I am a seventeen-year old Filipino,
and a first-year ComArts student in UP Los Baños.
From this writing on, I will go by the name Adiktus08,
the pseudonym implied to depict my view of writing.
Para sa mga kaibigan ko sa Elbi at sa iba’t iba pang lupalop ng Pilipinas,
ito ang nakikita kong bukas na naghihintay sa akin.
Masanay na kayo … XD
Inaalay ko ito sa mga pinakamahahalagang tao sa aking buhay:
si Mama, Papa, Kuya Jikjik at John,
at sa mga pinakamatatalik kong kaibigan.
Alam ninyo na kung sino kayo.
-Adiktus08-
