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IlmaShow poetry

*I'm a fecking amateur and I can't write for custard.*



My name means 'air'

Writing poetry is not something that comes naturally to me. I'm not going to sit here and pretend I'm any good. I'm just another mediocre wannabe, not a poet.
I first started writing poetry purely by accident. I wanted to tell someone how I felt about something and it ended up rhyming. The finished product is called 'Your Choice' and it's somewhere in my list of poems.
I don't really think my 'poems' have improved at all since that first one, although less of them rhyme now.
At the end of the day, they're nothing more than the words you see. A poem should be, not mean.

This next section is more for my benefit than anyone elses, but it's a list of all the trophies I've won. The numbers don't quite add up though but I think I may have deleted some of my trophy winning poems, because I personally hated them.

Gold:
I Whisper (3)
Your Choice
Water
All The Unplayed Pianos
I am but a Shadow
Apart (2)
You Stole My Words
Forgiveness Finality
Find Me.
Fuck Forever
Kiss me

Silver:
Just Remember
An Atheist Perspective
Scarred Innocence
Beauty
Your Eyes (Rictameter)
I whisper

Bronze:
The Pixel Prince
Poisonous Thank Yous
Through Time and Distance
Your Choice
Proof of Meeting
Find Me.
Of Flesh And Bones And Beauty
Apart
I Am But A Shadow

Honourable Mentions:
If Crying Is A Weakness
Against All Odds
All The Unplayed Pianos
Apart
Why Does A Rose Represent Love, When A Rose Always Dies?
How Forever Feels
Would You Love Me?
Proof of Meeting
My Angel
Adieu, My Best Friend
Words
Trying (Rictameter)

My Poetry

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  • Your silence echoes, deafening,
    As multitudes of unspoken words
    16 lines, August 24
  • Who would have thought it, That one day, those child's eyes,
    38 lines, 1 comment, July 19
  • I am nothing more than what they say Myself, moulded into being by the opinions of others.
    8 lines, 3 comments, July 13
  • I miss my ribs. Their steady ascent to success, a ladder marking progress.
    24 lines, 4 comments, July 12. In Anorexia, Love

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