I have always found poetry to be the best way to say how I feel about everything and anything. Putting pen to paper helps me to get everything out in the open. It helps me to reflect on different emotions and feelings. It can convey, in beautiful language, what I could never say in person. I have been writing poetry since I was about twelve. I usually express love and/or heartbreak in almost every one of my pieces. However, so far through this course, I have learned that poetry can be used in many other ways. I used to write poetry for myself, and now I have found that it is just as enjoyable to write for others. Here is one of my favorite pieces I have written so far this semester. It is a bit frightening, but it is just in time for Halloween. It is based upon the painting "Lane with poplar trees" by Vincent VanGogh:

I stumble down this empty road, cold and alone

The red eyes of the creature of the night, upon my back

I scurry over rocks and the roots of angry trees

The forest path; winding through the night

The moon guides my way through the unforgiving darkness

Shadows weave in and out

The man with the axe

The rage within his eyes

Is he the monster who hungers for me?

A hyper heart and clammy hands

He can smell my fear

The dragging of his axe;

The only sound I hear

There is nowhere left to turn

Cat and mouse, cat and mouse

Burning circles into the forest

Will he ever grow tired,

Or is this my fate?