I think quite a bit of my stuff is garbage, but sometimes I manage to find a gem in this pile of hard stone that I call my poems.
Lets see a bit about me... I would go insane without music or sound in general (I even wrote a poem about it) (Which is one of those that I can't even stand to read it is so bad, so... don't read it) I write almost exclusivly during the summer, I am generaly a rather happy person but my writing is almost always depressing. All those negative feelings have to go somewhere, right?
Only a few people that I know in real life actually even know I write poetry. A few close friends, no one really asks. Though a few people know, even fewer actually read it (that number being 2 or 3)
I have a rather abstract veiw on the world. And I am very opinated. Don't even get me started with certian things (like gay marriage, abortion, ect) because I get emotional and I dont tend to stop for awhile ^^;
Um... not sure what else to put, so I will leave you with a quote I love and a list of my top three poems that I have written....it may be more than three depending on if there is a tie or not...
\"What is a Poet? A poet is an unhappy being whose heart is torn by secret sufferings, but whose lips are so strangely formed that when the sighs and cries escape them, they sound like beautiful music And men crowd about the poet and say to him:'Sing for us soon again'; that is as much to say: 'May new sufferings torment your soul, but may your lips be formed as before; the cries would only frighten us, but the music is delicious.'"-Kierkegaard
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*List:
1. When The Music Stops
2. Virgin Tears
3. Little Punk Rocker
4. Angelic Nightmare*
Lets see a bit about me... I would go insane without music or sound in general (I even wrote a poem about it) (Which is one of those that I can't even stand to read it is so bad, so... don't read it) I write almost exclusivly during the summer, I am generaly a rather happy person but my writing is almost always depressing. All those negative feelings have to go somewhere, right?
Only a few people that I know in real life actually even know I write poetry. A few close friends, no one really asks. Though a few people know, even fewer actually read it (that number being 2 or 3)
I have a rather abstract veiw on the world. And I am very opinated. Don't even get me started with certian things (like gay marriage, abortion, ect) because I get emotional and I dont tend to stop for awhile ^^;
Um... not sure what else to put, so I will leave you with a quote I love and a list of my top three poems that I have written....it may be more than three depending on if there is a tie or not...
\"What is a Poet? A poet is an unhappy being whose heart is torn by secret sufferings, but whose lips are so strangely formed that when the sighs and cries escape them, they sound like beautiful music And men crowd about the poet and say to him:'Sing for us soon again'; that is as much to say: 'May new sufferings torment your soul, but may your lips be formed as before; the cries would only frighten us, but the music is delicious.'"-Kierkegaard
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*List:
1. When The Music Stops
2. Virgin Tears
3. Little Punk Rocker
4. Angelic Nightmare*
- Last seen on Jul 25 9:15 AM. Member since June 23, 2004.
- I'm a lapisLazuli dream poet for 371 comments.
- My mood is , and quote is "I laugh at everyone, it keeps me sane".
- I am a 20 year old girl from Indiana (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm a medeocre student ^^.
- I have 371 comments, 2 contests, 1 addline, 207 poems, 4 stories
My Poetry
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When it rains I always think of you That time we kissed outside of the movie theatre17 lines, 4 comments, January 24, 2008. In Love
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Nothing’s quite like before, is it? / It isn’t like we used to be. / We can’t sit under the stars / And guess which ones are still out there. / We can’t tickle each other until neither of us can breathe. / We can’t32 lines, 1 comment, July 31, 2007
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The day you said “I love you” was the day when we talked. / You ignored me for three days straight / How was I supposed to tell you what that did to me? / How could I have described how I cried in the bathroom for twent54 lines, 8 comments, May 7, 2007
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Tears falling in silent eloquence
Sadness and angst scrawled across the paper,23 lines, 2 comments, October 17, 2006. In Angst
My Stories
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“NESSA?! NESSA?” The rain washed away his cries for the girl, but he shouted until he was hoarse. Finally he spotted Nessa, just standing there.
She was wearing495 lines, 1 comment, July 3, 2004. In <200 lines, Other -
Slowly she hung up the phone. That was her boyfriend, well now ex-boyfriend, Kenny calling. He had broken up with her.
The silence in her room was nearly376 lines, 4 comments, July 2, 2004. In <200 lines, Depression
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Soulmark on September 18, 2006EE Never writes anymore! (Sobs uncontrolably) My life has no meaning now that the great and eternal eloquence has given up writing. I am going to have to call her every night and complain to her in person until the great eloquence writes again!
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Soulmark on September 9, 2006Ok, you have till monday to post a poem or I will complain how you never write anymore. OK?!
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Rose Raven on March 31, 2006Sorry!!! wrong comment!
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