I'm a second year university student, trying to find some safe ground to build upon. Poetry has been my outlet, my mirror, for years. However, ever since I decided to pursue English and writing, I've been feeling less able to commit myself to it seriously. Lately I haven't written as much as I should, so this is my attempt to assuage my guilt and get some work done. I have a strong distaste for straightforward representations of angst, love, etc. My favourite writers are Vladimir Nabokov, Dylan Thomas, Henry James, Tom Robbins, and Milan Kundera.
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- I'm a aventurine thought poet for 53 comments.
- I am a 19 year old girl (Canada)
- When I'm not writing, I'm a university student studying English, Philosophy.
- I have 53 comments, 1 contest
My Poetry
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the hollow sound of the respirator
as it pumps air into a body that will collapse -
to this ancient living strain:
the mellowed power and legacy of womanhood.24 lines, 1 comment, November 9. In Life -
i have bound myself in wool sweaters, thick socks -
to tame the skin that breathes heavy in deep sleep.
26 lines, 2 comments, November 7. In Life -
as i pluck at buttons to undress
with lights, nights that slur -
Guest Book
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the perfect fake on August 10
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Zyskandar A Jaimot on February 23why disillusioned? tambernac - or is that the long winter/snows of CANADA? Zyskandar A. Jaimot Orlando, Fl. 32819 home of MICKEYMOUSEA, SUN, BRILLIANT WEATHER ALTHOUGH IT IS RAINING TODAY, and very little culture
