When I found myself
My hands were stained with ink.
Pages lay before me
Covered in words
Conveying my innermost thoughts.
The pages were blotted with tears
And some were scribbled and scratched
But each and every piece
Held a air of particular importance.
The day I found myself
I became a writer.
Author notes
Thank you for this contest. I really like what I've written because of it!
A contest entry
- Celebrating 100 days on AP- Contest is to catch the moment of perfect reflection by Topaze.
900 points, ended June 3, 2008, 7 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - The Largest Contest On AP!!!! by xxRainbowDawnxx.
3000 points, ended August 26, 2008, 1705 entries
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Comments
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great poem (:
keep writing ^-^
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Congratulations on winning an HM trophy!!!
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Awesome work, you know how a writer really feels!!!
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Bravo!!!
Good for you - write on, shine on, Poet!!! Best of luck to you in this contest!!!
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Beautiful, the touch on a writers soul. I love it.
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Very nice indeed, holds a lot of meaning for me. Thank you for your fine entry in the contest.
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breif and to the point, but so soulful, very describing inner being
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