self-reflective writing

Although this quarter was cut short for me since I joined the class late, my love of writing has definitely been reignited. Ever since I was young, English has always been my favorite subject, and I've always been very passionate about writing. I've found that this class allows my creativity to soar, and I am finally able to express my deepest thoughts onto paper.
Poetry, however, has never been a strong suit of mine. But after working through the poetry portion of this class, I've found that looking through poetry books and reading sample poems really helped me develop my ideas. So far, I've enjoyed the script writing portion of this class the most. I took a brief 1 semester script writing class in middle school and I loved it. But affer I finished the course, I never revisited that specific form of writing until now. After our sessions in Dr. Totland's room, I realized my true passion for constructing screenplays. I've loved having the freedom to write my own play based off of whatever I desire, and it really has sparked my creativity.
By the end of the year, I would love to perfect and strengthen my essay and screenplay writing. Since this upcoming year I will be focusing heavily on college essays, I want to prepare myself as best as possible.  

blank page

Staring at a blank page is like staring at an empty sky

A sky without clouds

A sky without planes 

A sky without birds flying through the blue 

Thoughts formulating within your head

Images soaring through your every layer

Such a fast-paced process exists, yet with little outcome 

I wonder,

When will this barrier break down?

When will my reflections begin to hatch?

Am I waiting for nothing? 

Finally, the time comes 

The time when that once fast-paced process 

Decelerates instantly

And every notion articulates fervently 

Staring at a blank page is like staring at an empty sky 

But once words are permeated 

The emptiness of the sky is obliterated 

And moral order is restored within 

the tide

The untouched skies

The placid sea

As time flies by

It calls to me

As serenity sinks in

Daylight dims

And the genuine mood

Becomes more grim

All of a sudden

In less than an instant

That once serenity

Is now nonexistent

It is all a mere mystery

The serenity of the sea

And its long-term glee

Is now only history

Then the tide rolls off

Into the past

As if tranquility

Will never last