Are you a writer, poet, journalist or something greater?

Strange as it may be when I pick up a pen or begin typing I very rarely know what I am going to write. Most often I am just flooded with billions of important topics racing through my mind. At times it’s as if I suffer from A.D.D or some sort of memory loss. If I don’t get to a piece of paper and pen quickly enough I lose all valid interesting thoughts or concepts. When I say lose I do mean gone forever. My imagination can either be over active or lame and lifeless which is most frustrating. Writers block they call it. There are days when I feel  so strongly about something I know I must write about it. I must put it into words. It needs to be recorded for humanity’s sake.  I’ve learned I must feed that fire less it will fizzle and a part of me dies far before its existence each time. The problem is feeling and thinking are exact opposites. When emotions run deep in the moment, true and steaming with passion, the words just melt onto a screen or paper as if they were tear droplets falling from your cheek uncontrollably. There is no thought process, it just happens naturally. Literature in likeness to most art seems to take on its own livelihood and the author is the vessel used to convey it.  Sentence after sentences of thought and emotions gush out like a damn that has been broken by force, there is no stopping the current. When deep rooted long-term suppressions of heartache, anger, empathy, loss or love surface through suppressed memory of emotions or thought, though slightly receptive to small glimpse of events coupled with an uneasiness I find these are the things we are most haunted by. These are the stories, the poems we need to write about most. Continue reading