Almost an entire year has gone by without any new posts.

Why?

During times of anger and depression, I used poetry as my outlet. It was a paper I could scratch to death with my pen, rip to pieces with my words, and if I didn’t burn it with my heart, it would get posted on this blog. Hence the term “scraps of poetry” was born. Sadly, some of my most admirable poems were burned and my memories of them are black as ashes.

From those ashes, I am inspired. Like a phoenix, I want to be reborn. I am currently enrolled in an Advanced English Composition class that is taking a modern approach on writing via blogs. So even though my life is at a much happier stage in my life, I am going to continue my creative writing. Besides, I don't have a choice if I want a good grade.

It’s going  to be a challenge to have to write a new poem almost every week, but I have a few ideas. I am also enrolled in a Shakespeare class this semester and iambic pentameter has been easier for me to write in. I plan on writing a sonnet for next week, my very first sonnet too.

Now I just have to wait. O creativity, creativity! Wherefore art thou creativity?