Passions! » passions poems http://pao13.edublogs.org Just another Edublogs.org weblog Fri, 06 Jun 2008 01:31:38 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.8.2 en hourly 1 WrItIng… http://pao13.edublogs.org/2008/05/06/writing/ http://pao13.edublogs.org/2008/05/06/writing/#comments Tue, 06 May 2008 23:21:43 +0000 pamica http://pao13.edublogs.org/2008/05/06/writing/     You could say that writing is one of my passions too. I really like to write stuff, but like poems and stories, not things that I am assign to do. I don’t like it because sometimes you need to research for it and that is kind of boring, but still I like to write. I love to express myself and to get all my emotions out. For examples when I am sad I write poems or I just write what I feel and that makes me feel so much better because sometimes when you need to talk to someone you just simply can because everybody is busy and there is always a pencil and a paper available. So that is helpful because you just write and let all your emotions out. That is why writing is one of my passions; it lets me feel much better in tough times. But I think that I like to write poems more than anything else and even though I´m not that good, I still like to do it.
         For example: one time, I wrote a poem when my uncle died. I was really sad and didn’t know what to do. I was so confused I didn’t know if to cry or not cry. I just couldn’t believe it, it was something that completely change me as person. It was the first time I had seen my dad cry and since then I learned to value more the people that are around me because you never know if you are going be with them for the rest of your life. However the poem that I wrote made me feel more comfortable because I realize that he was in a better world now and that he wasn’t suffering anymore. This is one of the poems that I wrote when my uncle died. (If you want to do any corrections of punctuation or anything else, go ahead.)

I was sitting on a chair
when I saw something in the air,
my mom pass by
she was crying and I didn’t know why.
Suddenly my dad came to me
and started talking,
I didn’t know what was happening.
Suddenly I heard those words
and everything went wrong.
My uncle was dead,
I said to myself and went to my bed.
I started crying,
but then I started thinking
and I needed to continue my life
even though he was in the sky.

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