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"This famous linguist once said that of all the phrases in the English language, of all the endless combinations of words in all of history, that Cellar Door is the most beautiful."

"...The woman rose half way out of the pool, her face lifted towards the sky. Her eyes were closed, and there was a slight smile on her lips. Her hands were raised as if she were just about to wipe the water from her hair. Everything about her embodied serene strength and a celebration of life... He turned to the other statue-the male... the beast... Massive shoulders supported a feline head that had its teeth bared in a snarl of rage. One paw/hand was braced on the ground near the head of a small sleeping woman the other was raised the claws unsheathed..."

"Briarwood is the pretty poison. There is no cure for Briarwood."

"A revolution isn't a gala dinner. It cannot be created like a book, a drawing or a tapestry. It cannot unfold with such elegance, tranquility and delicacy. Or such sweetness, affability. Courtesy, restraint and generosity. A revolution is an uprising, a violent act by which one class overthrows another." ~The Dreamers

"Ricky Fitts: It was one of those days when it's a minute away from snowing and there's this electricity in the air, you can almost hear it. And this bag was, like, dancing with me. Like a little kid begging me to play with it. For fifteen minutes. And that's the day I knew there was this entire life behind things, and... this incredibly benevolent force, that wanted me to know there was no reason to be afraid, ever. Video's a poor excuse, I know. But it helps me remember... and I need to remember... Sometimes there's so much beauty in the world I feel like I can't take it, like my heart's going to cave in. "

In my opinion, poetry is an equally poor excuse, but its worth a try because nothing can demonstrate beauty as much as the first hand experience, but for some reason, that unexpressable beauty is meant to be shared.

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My body is in Connecticut but my heart's in Vermont

Alright... my poetry style is... uhm... not really existant

I like writing freestyle... most of my more serious poems will be freestyle

My silly poems are exactly that... incredibly silly, and the most likely to rhyme out of any of them

My nature poems are usually short and sweet, but not always

My love poems kinda suck because I'm not really great about writing about love.

I mainly write serious stuff, but when I go on a silly kick, it usually lasts all night.  So be prepared...

My AP Step Daughter-
Cayla- allpoetry.com/poets/stingersinger53
My AP Sisters-
Laura- allpoetry.com/poets/twilight%20coming
Liz- allpoetry.com/poets/Lizz-ShadowThePoet
All three are awesome poets!

                            ~Love Peace and Chicken Grease!~
                                       (LP&CG)

everyone who makes AP so awesome
everyone above mentioned
is what I need

                                                   Trophies-
Gold-
The Time of My life
A Lonely Grave 2 (Story)
Summons of Early Morn
Abyss
Tranquil Beauty
Waves (pixiku)
Talking To The Past (Pixiku)

Silver-
Tides
A Lonely Grave 3 (Story)
Why not me?

Bronze-
There Are Some Things That I Know
Hello
I Miss You
The Day The Llamas Danced
Meh
Limberlost (2)
Sleep (pixiku)
Lost Potential

HM-
Concealed Masterpiece
Simplicity/Complexity


                                                    My Poetry Groupings

Canoeing- basically short nature poems about an awesome canoeing trip I took last summer, as of yet an unfinished series, and part VI will be very very difficult to write, but I shall try.
Part I- allpoetry.com/Poem/1796527
Part II- allpoetry.com/Poem/1841365
Part III- allpoetry.com/Poem/1844555
Part IV- allpoetry.com/poem/1845150

Nightmares- I wrote a poem about the lord of nightmares one night, as pic inspiration, and then was haunted with actual nightmares and didn't get any sleep, so I wrote part two, an apology
Part I- allpoetry.com/Poem/1806201
Part II- allpoetry.com/Poem/1806299

Configuration- a form based on electron configuration, made up when chem was driving me insane. Still trying to figure out a name for it, but when I do I will have a contest and stuff for it.  The form Is explained in the first one.
allpoetry.com/Poem/1823826
allpoetry.com/Poem/1826878
allpoetry.com/Poem/1840875
allpoetry.com/Poem/1834999
allpoetry.com/Poem/1861476


I really wish I could afford to be a subscriber so I could have lists, I have written so much and so randomly, and I can't even organize it by subject. ::sigh:: well, If you care, I have personal poems, emo angsty poems, silly random poems, sappy love poems, emo love poems, dark nature poems, light nature poems, hope poems, suicide/cutting/abuse poems, basically everything...


"The heart may freeze or it can burn
The pain will ease if I can learn
There is no future, there is no past
I live this moment as my last
There's only us, there's only this
Forget regret, or life is yours to miss
No other road, no other way
No day but today"
-Mimi, RENT
allpoetry.com/Poem/1814747


"I think they meant it
When they said you can't buy love
Now I know you can rent it
A new lease you are my love,
On life - all my life
I've longed to discover
Something as true as this is"
-Collins and Angel, RENT


It's time now to sing out,
Tho' the story never ends
Let's celebrate
Remember a year in the life of friends
Remember the love!
Remember the love!
Seasons of love!
-Season's of Love, RENT

RIP Jonathon Larson


I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.

I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.

I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.

We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.

I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.

I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.

I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.

I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.

We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.

I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.

I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.

I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.

I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.

I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.

I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didn�t have to always deal with society hating me.

I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.

I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.

*Repost this in your jounal if you believe homophobia is wrong.*
allpoetry.com/poem/1791179


RIP Sara Michele Taccone, you died so young and so suddenly, I only wish you could have had just one more day...
allpoetry.com/Poem/1791059

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