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I am a Wannabe Poet
jenn007
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So tell me exactly what freedom means if I'm not free to be as twisted as I wanna be. Don't wanna be another player losing in this game, I'm trying to impress upon you, we're not the same.
After you commented on one of my pieces, I came to check out your stuff... but then read your journal entry to say you are leaving. This place is a bit cheesy, but for me, it was a chance to network with so many talented human beings that too often get lost in the air. I am so glad to have had an intriguing soul, like yourself, read something of mine. My website needs updating, but [link] if you'd like to check it out. (courtesy of theSchapters - deviantart artist)
Whether you decide to delete your deviations from here or not, just know that your mind is apprecitaed by someone, somewhere...but the fact that you have realised, at the humble age of 15, that your poems are sacred and you don't want to entire world to see them, well, that too is a major feat.
Excellent work on "TOXIC". My heart truly sank as I read that. The starve for affection is one of pain and angst.
(Sorry for the yawn-worthy length...my hands run away from me sometimes)
I used to have some other stuff on here, but I never felt entirely right posting.... It seemed like a betrayal of the close friends who I wouldn't let read my poetry.
With 'Toxic'........ I don't know. Awhile ago, I lost someone who meant everything to me..... I lost my sun. Without her, my world got dark, and the sea got rough, and my poor little boat couldn't handle it anymore......... and she was sitting there, in the lighthouse, not caring enough to shine her beacon of hope through my fog of tears......
And so I wrote that poem.
Glad you liked it. And thanks a lot for the comment. I appreciate it.
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"Humour is an affirmation of dignity, a declaration of mans superiority to all that befalls him." ~ Romain Gary
"Patriotism is the virtue of the vicious." ~ Oscar Wilde
"Why stop just when I'm hating it?" ~ Marvin
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So tell me exactly what freedom means if I'm not free to be as twisted as I wanna be. Don't wanna be another player losing in this game, I'm trying to impress upon you, we're not the same.
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After you commented on one of my pieces, I came to check out your stuff... but then read your journal entry to say you are leaving. This place is a bit cheesy, but for me, it was a chance to network with so many talented human beings that too often get lost in the air. I am so glad to have had an intriguing soul, like yourself, read something of mine. My website needs updating, but [link] if you'd like to check it out. (courtesy of theSchapters - deviantart artist)
Whether you decide to delete your deviations from here or not, just know that your mind is apprecitaed by someone, somewhere...but the fact that you have realised, at the humble age of 15, that your poems are sacred and you don't want to entire world to see them, well, that too is a major feat.
Excellent work on "TOXIC". My heart truly sank as I read that. The starve for affection is one of pain and angst.
(Sorry for the yawn-worthy length...my hands run away from me sometimes)
PEACE OUT
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I don't do pretty...
This culture demeans us all...
With 'Toxic'........ I don't know. Awhile ago, I lost someone who meant everything to me..... I lost my sun. Without her, my world got dark, and the sea got rough, and my poor little boat couldn't handle it anymore......... and she was sitting there, in the lighthouse, not caring enough to shine her beacon of hope through my fog of tears......
And so I wrote that poem.
Glad you liked it. And thanks a lot for the comment. I appreciate it.
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