"Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it isnot the expression of personality, but an escape from personality. But, of course, only those who have personality and emotions know what it means to want an escape from these things" -T.S. Eliot
"Poetry may make us from time to time a little more aware of the deeper, unnamed feelings which form the substratum of our being, to which we rarely penetrate; for our lives are mostly a constant evasion of ourselves" -T.S. Eliot
"Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood" -T.S. Eliot
"Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words" -Robert Frost
"Poetry is nearer to vital truth than history" -Plato
"Poetry is the rythmical creation of beauty in words" -Edgar Allan Poe
I'm a little more than slightly psychotic, but it doesn't bother me too much. I love to laugh, && maybe I do it too much, or maybe not enough, but I don't care. I'm an insomniac. && when I do get sleep, I am so not a "morning person". I. Love. Photography. I hate being told what to do, who to like, what to wear, && how to act. && if you try, I'll probably do the opposite. I'm not perfect. I love it when it rains. I love dancing in it, splashing in puddles, and just getting soaked to my skin. Join me && I'll love you forever. I can get depressed, paranoid, anxious, and/or jealous easily. I often feel invisible. So if you can't see right through me, let me know. I hate being compared to other people. I would tell you not to label me, but I know you'd do it anyway. I stand up for the things I believe in. [[Even if I'm standing alone.]] Some people consider me fucked up and a freak. I consider me different and unique. I love to write. poetry. stories. && yes, even essays. I can be really hyper. && annoying. I love both watching and making movies. Music is one of the most amazing things ever. Like every other human being, I need to know I'm wanted and loved. Sarcasm is basically my second language. My third is spanish. I might as well be married to my laptop. As much as I love being isolated from the world, I love being with my friends more. I love to sketch. && paint. If it's a lie, dont say it. I like comments. because they make me feel like I have friends. I can get really tired && depressed at times. I automatically love everyone I meet. && if you hate me, I love you anyway. deal with it. I'm heartbroken. If you dont like me, then stop pretending you do && tell me. I think my cell phone is glued to my hand. If you discriminate, we're not going to get along, && I advise you to go play in traffic. ?TheEnd?
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"Poetry may make us from time to time a little more aware of the deeper, unnamed feelings which form the substratum of our being, to which we rarely penetrate; for our lives are mostly a constant evasion of ourselves" -T.S. Eliot
"Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood" -T.S. Eliot
"Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words" -Robert Frost
"Poetry is nearer to vital truth than history" -Plato
"Poetry is the rythmical creation of beauty in words" -Edgar Allan Poe
I'm a little more than slightly psychotic, but it doesn't bother me too much. I love to laugh, && maybe I do it too much, or maybe not enough, but I don't care. I'm an insomniac. && when I do get sleep, I am so not a "morning person". I. Love. Photography. I hate being told what to do, who to like, what to wear, && how to act. && if you try, I'll probably do the opposite. I'm not perfect. I love it when it rains. I love dancing in it, splashing in puddles, and just getting soaked to my skin. Join me && I'll love you forever. I can get depressed, paranoid, anxious, and/or jealous easily. I often feel invisible. So if you can't see right through me, let me know. I hate being compared to other people. I would tell you not to label me, but I know you'd do it anyway. I stand up for the things I believe in. [[Even if I'm standing alone.]] Some people consider me fucked up and a freak. I consider me different and unique. I love to write. poetry. stories. && yes, even essays. I can be really hyper. && annoying. I love both watching and making movies. Music is one of the most amazing things ever. Like every other human being, I need to know I'm wanted and loved. Sarcasm is basically my second language. My third is spanish. I might as well be married to my laptop. As much as I love being isolated from the world, I love being with my friends more. I love to sketch. && paint. If it's a lie, dont say it. I like comments. because they make me feel like I have friends. I can get really tired && depressed at times. I automatically love everyone I meet. && if you hate me, I love you anyway. deal with it. I'm heartbroken. If you dont like me, then stop pretending you do && tell me. I think my cell phone is glued to my hand. If you discriminate, we're not going to get along, && I advise you to go play in traffic. ?TheEnd?
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- Last seen on Nov 17 10:57 AM. Member since August 27, 2006.
- I'm a amethyst understanding poet for 28 comments.
- My mood is , and quote is "take nothing but photos, leave nothing but footprints, && kill nothing but time.".
- I am a 18 year old girl (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm a Photographer and Artist.
- I am in the groups A darkness that is my mind, Poetic Escape, Romantically Retarded, a circle of light
- I have 28 comments, 1 addline
My Poetry
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How sad to sing the song of our years past, When love ran thin and we'd grown weak inside;
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Glory be to God for rainy days -
For moisture begging for release; -
39 lines, 6 comments, December 12, 2006. In Ballad
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Mental health treatment
never sounded like a part of growth.7 lines, 3 comments, December 12, 2006. In 'Found' poem
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- Waiting To Drown at sharepoetry
I could taste it now.
The pure intoxicating darkness on my lips. - Missing You at sharepoetry
The sound and smell of raindrops,
and your whisper in my ear -
