I write what I feel and thats all I can say. So I guess I don't have a distinct style, because my feelings change, but It's all real and from the heart... and thats what counts.
Most of my poetry is dark, haha thats because I use my poetry as an outlet to express feelings i don't want to keep pent up inside of me! I'm really not a dark and dreary person at all, but I guess that all depends on perspective.
"Come sister, my brother
Shake up your bones
Shake up your feet.
I'm saying open up
And let the rain come pouring in.
Wash out this tired notion
that the best is yet to come.
Oh, and while you're dancing on the ground
Don't think of when you're gone.
Love, love, love, what more is there.
Cause we need the light of love in here."
Dave Matthews Band
"I've been locked inside your heart-shaped box for weeks."
Nirvana
"And you read your Emily Dickinson and I my Robert Frost
And we note our place with bookmarkers that measure what we've lost.
Like a poem poorly written, wee are verses out of rhythm.
Couplets out of rhyme in synchopated time
And the dangling conversation and the superficial sighs
Are the borders of our lives.
Yes we speak of things that matter, with words that must be said.
Can analysis be worthwhile? Is the theatre really dead?
And how the room is softly faded. And I only kiss your shadow.
I cannot feel your hand, you're a stranger now unto me"
Simon and Garfunkel
Most of my poetry is dark, haha thats because I use my poetry as an outlet to express feelings i don't want to keep pent up inside of me! I'm really not a dark and dreary person at all, but I guess that all depends on perspective.
"Come sister, my brother
Shake up your bones
Shake up your feet.
I'm saying open up
And let the rain come pouring in.
Wash out this tired notion
that the best is yet to come.
Oh, and while you're dancing on the ground
Don't think of when you're gone.
Love, love, love, what more is there.
Cause we need the light of love in here."
Dave Matthews Band
"I've been locked inside your heart-shaped box for weeks."
Nirvana
"And you read your Emily Dickinson and I my Robert Frost
And we note our place with bookmarkers that measure what we've lost.
Like a poem poorly written, wee are verses out of rhythm.
Couplets out of rhyme in synchopated time
And the dangling conversation and the superficial sighs
Are the borders of our lives.
Yes we speak of things that matter, with words that must be said.
Can analysis be worthwhile? Is the theatre really dead?
And how the room is softly faded. And I only kiss your shadow.
I cannot feel your hand, you're a stranger now unto me"
Simon and Garfunkel
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- I'm a diamond love poet for 212 comments.
- I am a 17 year old girl (USA)
- When I'm not writing, I'm a student.
- I have 212 comments, 30 poems, 1 story
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She spends her days [locked away]
Casting curses at the vaulted ceilings. Wincing27 lines, June 28, 2004. In Other
My Stories
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2000 lines, 1 comment, November 3, 2003. In <200 lines, Young adult
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a daily facade on November 5, 2003you're awesome. thank you so much for opening me up to this amazing website. next tri will weigh heavily on my heart. i hope we can still communicate through this.
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shiningcuteboy on July 5, 2003dria
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here is my e mail address uaahmad1986@aol.com
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