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I hope you enjoy my poetry. I have most of my poetry on here both old and new pieces as you will find out if you continue to read.
I tend to write a lot of downbeat stuff as opposed to upbeat as that's just where my thoughts take me. Not a lot of my newer poetry is personal and in fact not a lot of my old poetry is. I do draw from my feelings but the overall situation is not about me. For instance "Charred" would be classed as a cutting poem but, in fact, I don't cut. Also "What do you live for?" would make it seem that I am a single mum but again I'm not. I'm inspired by the world in which we live in these days and the majority of the time all you see in the papers or on the News is downbeat, depressing pieces.
I have recently come across some of my really old poems I wrote while at school and just after. I am going to post them on the site so that I can get your opinions on them and any suggestions on how to improve them.
The poems are all either the typical "teenage angst" or "puppy love" type of poems.
I would ask that any comments made are not to harsh as barng in mind I never use to edit my work and I was learning this area by myself as there is nothing really in my area where I can learn. Most of my skills I have now learnt here on this site or through correspondence courses with "The Writer's Bureau".
Anyway I would be grateful if you could take a look and let me know what you think. Thanks. My problem is that I'm not the best judge on my own stuff. I need someone to tell me "This is good." or "This is bad."
Now onto some more inspiring stuff...
These are some quotes from Buffy The Vampire Slayer, sad I know, but I just think they are appropriate to life:
Bottom line is, even if you see 'em coming, you're not ready for the big moments. No one asks for their life to change, not really. But it does. So what are we, helpless? Puppets? No. The big moments are gonna come. You can't help that. It's what you do afterwards that counts. That's when you find out who you are.
Passion. It lies in all of us. Sleeping... waiting... And though unwanted... unbidden... it will stir... open its jaws, and howl. It speaks to us... guides us... Passion rules us all. And we obey. What other choice do we have?
Passion is the source of our finest moments. The joy of love... the clarity of hatred... and the ecstasy of grief.
It hurts sometimes more than we can bear. If we could live without passion, maybe we'd know some kind of peace. But we would be hollow. Empty rooms, shuttered and dank... Without passion, we'd be truly dead.
There's moments in your life that make you, that set the course of who you're gonna be. Sometimes they're little, subtle moments. Sometimes... they're not.
Contest Wins & Honourable Mentions
There are only 2 but you never know...
Silver - Lucky Bruises
Bronze - Long Forgotten Love
Honourable Mentions - Shawdow Men (Previously 'Discovery'), A Hunter's Kitchen
Commendation - Free
I hope you enjoy my poetry. I have most of my poetry on here both old and new pieces as you will find out if you continue to read.
I tend to write a lot of downbeat stuff as opposed to upbeat as that's just where my thoughts take me. Not a lot of my newer poetry is personal and in fact not a lot of my old poetry is. I do draw from my feelings but the overall situation is not about me. For instance "Charred" would be classed as a cutting poem but, in fact, I don't cut. Also "What do you live for?" would make it seem that I am a single mum but again I'm not. I'm inspired by the world in which we live in these days and the majority of the time all you see in the papers or on the News is downbeat, depressing pieces.
I have recently come across some of my really old poems I wrote while at school and just after. I am going to post them on the site so that I can get your opinions on them and any suggestions on how to improve them.
The poems are all either the typical "teenage angst" or "puppy love" type of poems.
I would ask that any comments made are not to harsh as barng in mind I never use to edit my work and I was learning this area by myself as there is nothing really in my area where I can learn. Most of my skills I have now learnt here on this site or through correspondence courses with "The Writer's Bureau".
Anyway I would be grateful if you could take a look and let me know what you think. Thanks. My problem is that I'm not the best judge on my own stuff. I need someone to tell me "This is good." or "This is bad."
Now onto some more inspiring stuff...
These are some quotes from Buffy The Vampire Slayer, sad I know, but I just think they are appropriate to life:
Bottom line is, even if you see 'em coming, you're not ready for the big moments. No one asks for their life to change, not really. But it does. So what are we, helpless? Puppets? No. The big moments are gonna come. You can't help that. It's what you do afterwards that counts. That's when you find out who you are.
Passion. It lies in all of us. Sleeping... waiting... And though unwanted... unbidden... it will stir... open its jaws, and howl. It speaks to us... guides us... Passion rules us all. And we obey. What other choice do we have?
Passion is the source of our finest moments. The joy of love... the clarity of hatred... and the ecstasy of grief.
It hurts sometimes more than we can bear. If we could live without passion, maybe we'd know some kind of peace. But we would be hollow. Empty rooms, shuttered and dank... Without passion, we'd be truly dead.
There's moments in your life that make you, that set the course of who you're gonna be. Sometimes they're little, subtle moments. Sometimes... they're not.
Contest Wins & Honourable Mentions
There are only 2 but you never know...
Silver - Lucky Bruises
Bronze - Long Forgotten Love
Honourable Mentions - Shawdow Men (Previously 'Discovery'), A Hunter's Kitchen
Commendation - Free
- Last seen on Jul 6 12:57 PM. Member since July 12, 2005.
- I'm a moonstone path poet for 474 comments.
- My mood is , and quote is "When life takes a wrong turn you should take a right turn".
- I am a 24 year old girl (Great Britain)
- When I'm not writing, I'm an NVQ Administration Team Leader.
- I am in the groups A HowtoGiveConstructiveCriticism Group
- I have 474 comments, 107 poems, 3 stories
My Poetry
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With nothing to look forward to
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I can distinctly remember thinking When hiking the remote canyons,13 lines, December 30, 2007
My Stories
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The fog rolled in over the surrounding hills. It was seven am and the grounds were deserted, except for our caravan. The atmosphere was eerie. 1
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As Holly woke from her slumber, she stretched and rose. Following her day-to-day routine, she went to bathroom to wash and then dressed into her weekend clothes. / Pulling her hair into a ponytail, she headed downstair966 lines, June 24, 2007. In 600-2000 words, Other
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- Fear at sharepoetry
Do fears ever cease? / Depart without restarting, / or shift to another / fear to be apprehended. / Heart starts beating fast, / stomach churns with butterflies, / all because of a fear. / Things happened that left a scar; / A clouded pict - Until I'm Beautiful at sharepoetry
Average looks with an average body / nothing special, they don't even / wanna know my name. / I'm not his ideal, / his eyes glance over / to the sexy girl behind. / / You're his sexy girl; / take his love so / he can take your body. - Autopsy at sharepoetry
So now, I lie here with some guy looking over me / Ready to cut me with his scalpel / to check what caused my death / I forget the name of the job. / I am dead. / / You did that when you beat me. / When you tore me down in strips. / Each
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Titch the depressed on June 26, 2006Yes thats very helpfull thankyou very much for ure comments and your time :-D and yes "mourning" was correctly misspelt :-p
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rainekvala on June 14, 2006sorry for the sauciness toward you, I was having a very bad day..pls forgive me...your poetry rocks btw.
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Psyco Therepist on June 11, 2006no way im doin my gcse's at the mo what school do administate at? cause i go to haydon
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trashflavoredtrash on May 28, 2006Well, see, the poem is about how I'm constantly seeing people say "I love photography" and then posting pictures of little kids with hair in their faces taking pictures of themselves in a mirror. That is in no way artistically tasteful or romantic or meaningful. It's an advertisement.
Their bodies, in that manner, are not art.
