writing moment

Writing is a huge challenge to me. I seem to write run on sentences for most of my papers. I constantly have to have someone else look over my work before turning it in because I use the wrong version of a word or the sentence needs to be simplified. I need to learn how to write more professionally and read more expand my knowledge. When I write to friends I use slang or type it all out. Family is the same way. Some books that I have read that I enjoyed have been "Child Called IT", "Tuesdays with Morrie", and yes even the Twilight series before it became a movie disaster. My time consists of me reading children’s books to my daughter for bedtime or just because she has brought the book over to me. I love to write poetry but haven't in a long time. It was my way to express and relieve stress without exactly telling people what was the matter. My poems have stories behind them that someone else can read and see that going on in their life or just see something totally different but relate it all as if I was writing about that person. My senior year in high school I did a scrap book that some pages that were written parts of my life. I really enjoyed doing that because people got to know a little more about whom I am and what it was like for me to grow up. I like to write when it's quiet and no distractions (well music in the background) to be able to put complete thought, effort, and even be more meaningful and realistic. I like to either just type it out on the computer or write with a pen. Pencils drive me nuts but I use them with tests so I can erase my mistakes.
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Day light through a mile thick window, challenges come my way even when the clock has stopped. Close my eyes and fall into an endless question. Open them to an ice cold room that’s smoking hot by past memories. Moving forward and going out having fun. Hustling, stressing, and walking on air to make a smile come upon her face. Melt deeply in those little stories that sit perfectly on her face. I breathe, you breathe. I make it above and beyond for those two little hands that reach down and pull me up high into the sky when I just want to lay down a take it slow. No time for that tomorrow can be the last. You’re so small but have a huge part in this life, making mommy superwomen. Not man, this world was meant for us. Tomorrow will be that perfect endless day that all those books give us hope on. Singing and dancing with the stars, staying up to cuddle with cartoons. Protecting you against the boogie monster when teddy bear needs his break. I'm just living day by day to give you a white picket fence, the swing set, endless love and joy. So one day you can look back smile and do the same thing that I do for you.