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Before I met him I had not written a word in years. His presence, quite simply, stirred me enough to reach for a pen. His presence, startingly, necessitated the creation of poetry more intimate and confessional and far, far beyond what has been said before.

I wrote for him. About him. With him in my mind. I wrote about a love that swelled and envelopped my universe in split seconds. When he left, the words stayed even when everything else collapsed. Still, I call him my man, my love, my inspiration. I call him my daemon. The voice in the dark that keeps me awake. The thorn in my flesh that will not let me forget.

It is said that art begins with truth. My poetry is my truth: a momentary glance, a temporary dive into the feeling and emotion of a moment almost too partial to be pinned. My poems are fragments. Fragments of me, the real and the fictitious.

Once, I wrote to create a vessel for a love too big to be held in my chest. These days I write to have and find my voice. I write because sometimes writing is as much a necessity as eating, drinking, breathing. I also write to bleed my soul on paper until I faint, to awake strengthened and with a mind crystal-clear and, for once, standing still.

This is my world, my truth. Welcome to my light. Welcome to my darkness. Welcome to the complexity that is me.






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  • The Unknown Poet1 : ***** ** on August 2
    watch my metamorphous into a sin-eater, I'll consume his sins and set you free, you are adored anna 's
  • I wait patiently by the flame that burst from the striking of my soul against yours and where is the chops served on dessert!!!!
  • The Unknown Poet1 : A bit late on May 26
    but congrats on your 3 years on AP, whoohoo . I have to add that besides being a wonderful young woman you are a very talented poetess
  • *flashes wicked grin and waves things in hand*

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