I never plan to write, the words just come to me. If I try to force it, it never comes out right; it sounds contrived. However, waiting for inspiration to hit me has its problems because I rarely have a pen and paper handy! I only write about things I feel passionate about.
Faith('s) Lies in Worship
DOOM doom. DOOM doom.
But no doom issues from my chest;
My ears ring with the pulsing beat.
The chanting follows its own path,
No longer individuals
I feel myself slipping too
They are crying.
The woman next to me cries.
The rows of brightly covered heads are bowed
Which is the greater fault?
Bio: I am 15-years old, and a junior at Clements High School. I love reading, dancing, listening to music, and, of course, writing. Id like to be a physical therapist specializing in dance-related injuries.