Mark Ruiz was born in San Jose on October 12,1988. After birth, Ruiz was raised his whole life in the small, yet growing town of Gilroy, Calfiornia.
As a child, Ruiz spent most of his time playing in the local park with his brother where they would let their imaginations run wild. It was there in this park that Ruiz began story writing about frogs and birds he had found. He also began to enjoy time out in nature and enjoyed the night time.
In school, Ruiz made the switch from Glen View Elementary to Rucker Elementary School. It was at his new school where many of his teachers began to encourage his creativity and skill with words. In his elementary years he would write and illustrate his own little books. Sadly however, one of his teachers discouraged him from writing because he would finish writing assignments too fast in her eyes. It was not until the end of his Middle School Experience that he found his inspiration to write once more.
Ruiz puts much thanks to his good friend Isabelle Szucs who encouraged and helped Ruiz become more open with his ideas and ways of expressing himself. She helped him also rekindle his flame for music as well as literature.
In his High School career, Ruiz found much comfort in wrting and analyzing poetry even against taunting from other students. Ruiz continued throughout the rest of his high school year writing.
It was in his final year that his love for writing poetry hit a peak. In his Women/Chicano Studies class, Ruiz would write poetry about what he felt, but it was the different topics that his teacher, Mrs. Margaret Ota, would give that would allow him to write about subjects he had never really embraced. Much of his poetry now is inspire by the things all around him, including friends, whom appear much in his writing. Their inspirations make some of Ruiz's poems more alive.
Currently, Mark Ruiz is finishing his High School Requirements and writing more at Gilroy High School. he plans to attend a local community college and continue his work there, where he is then planning to transfer to a university where he will study in Engineering and Language.
If only she knew,
How I feel inside.
Feelings inside uncomprehended,
Lost deep in the abyss that is me.
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The sun is perfect and the wind is right,
Still the breeze brings your name,
For another summer, another day.
Memories flood, still, about that day.
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I love you.
Silly isn't it?
How can you love someone you don't know anymore.
It is however true.
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I was striken in the city morning,
Wondering what this cold old man had.
Who was he to torment me?
Responsible he is for the earth glistening,
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The light burns harsh at this moment,
My eyes at war, my body sore.
Everything is spinning and the earth below me tilting.
Words move and disappear,
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