Tiffany Baldwin

Rookie (11-12-1977 / Arlington Heights, IL)

Biography of Tiffany Baldwin

I have always been known as an emotional roller coaster. I needed to find an outlet to my emotions that did not involve breaking glass or new drywall. Over the past few months I have realized what the power of writing can do for me! I have learned that when I have so many thoughts and feelings building up inside of me, when I feel like I just need to explode, all I've got to do is grab a pen and go. I write. I take those feelings and let them pour out of my words. As I write those built up emotions get released, like an almost overflowing bathtub and then the plug is pulled so it can drain. Throwing or hitting something only pulled my plug for a moment and then it was shoved back in and not too long before I felt the urge of breaking again. Writing is like pulling the plug but then holding that plug out of the drain until I decide its at the level I need it to be. Writing can be as exhausting as a marathon to me! Every single word that comes out of me in writing is felt, learned from and preserved. My hopes for putting all of my emotions into a book are very simple. I am human, just like I hope anyone who listens to or reads this book will be. I have been told that I am really good at taking my emotions and explaining how they feel with words. Whether it is just to have someone to relate with and have someone be able to say, 'I've been there before! '. Or, being one of those people who have so much inside them but they don't know how to talk about or express it. Just having them be able to read one of the poems and know exactly what they are feeling because someone decided to put their feelings into words. To let someone know that they are not alone. Maybe, just maybe, in some small way, This book will help me realize that I'm not alone

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Why Dont You See?

Its hard to describe how I feel right now.
I want to explain it but I don't know how.
I can not believe that it has come to this.
It's our world too, not just his
No matter how hard all of us try,
It seems like he will never hear us cry.
It feels like all we did was beg, scream, and yell,
but he just did'nt hear us...., it was a living hell.
The little boy all he wants is his Daddys' acceptance,

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