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My hard drive just crashed and I lost about 3 years of work. In a way it bothers me, but it's so insignificant in the grand scheme of life and other problems I and many other people are facing.
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I thought something like that would devastate me, so I backed up all my work. Since cleaning out my hard drive, I haven't taken a glance at the old work.
Mind you, an awful lot of it's here too.
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Devestating
I would be devestated had i lost that much of my writing. So much of it is just observations and stories as much as it is poetry and to lose my thoughts that I had planned on sitting and rereading in my old age would definetely bother me. -
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I backed up some of it.
It bothered me at first - but they are just words, and frankly not very good ones.
I'm no poet. Much of what I write embarasses me and that's why I delete it so quickly from here.
And as I said, there are much larger problems in the world than one person's poems. They were probably meant to vanish for a reason.
Cris
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Your words are your own, my friend. Whether you delete them or not once penned they become part of you, who you are, what you will become. True there are larger problems in the world than losing years worth of writings. But in the scope of things is the world ever content to be worried about just one problem? We all focus on ourselves first and the outside world next. *smiles* so to one's self it could have been a major thing.
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I threw all my old notebooks away years ago. If I remember anything from those old books, I do a remix.
Hey, if it's important, you'll remember.
Socrates never wrote anything down... -
I like keeping all my old poems, to see as a record, how I grew as a poet...it's amazing how your style changes from one year to the next. (plus, if I become famous, I can include them in highly sought after books of my earlier work. Just kidding.
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here's my dramatic experience... so i have two books of all my work velcowed together so i never lose one. and i let people read them... they take them home, to sport practice, or whatever they do... one day my very bestest friend calls and says, "Did you hear what ______ did to you're book?" i was lost and really scared... so i called _____ and asked her wat the heck happened to my books. she said, "Oh, yea i meant to tell you... my brother didn't like your writing so he burned it." i hung up since i was at my friend's house i tried not to break down.. but i couldn't help it... i balled for hours... it sucked... then i went to school the next day and someone comes running out of the office screaming my name and i saw the books... and i cried... the girl who thought her brother burned them fainted. i laughed. and it ended happily ever after.
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Everything I write has some kind of meaning to me
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Yes, every poem I have ever written has a hidden meaning to it. I love to be secretly metaphoric. I can lead people to exactly what I'm talking about without them even knowing. It's really fun actually.
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I don't think I've written anything since last year, poems don't really mean anything to me. Some of what I wrote had some significance back then i guess, but it doesn't matter now - I figure if something's bothering me its easier to keep it to my self, unless it's really important.

Kilara
Mar 16 12:49 PM 2007
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