Hmm... what to write... I'm 21, I live in New York (not the city, the state...) with my wife, and life is consistently up and down.
My poetry is always very personal to me, whether it be about a friend and something they're going through, or about me, and stuff I'm going through. I guess that's all I have to say right now. I hope you enjoy my poetry, and please comment, I want to make it better.
SalaMandar
Quotes
That was the thing about words, they were clear and specific--chair, eye, stone-- but when you talked about feelings, words were too stiff, they were this and not that, they couldn't include all the meanings. In defining, they always left something out.
--Astrid (White Oleander)
My all-time favorite poem:
Alone (Edgar Allen Poe)
From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were--I have not seen
As others saw--I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I lov'd, I lov'd alone.
Then-- in my childhood--in the dawn
Of a most stormy life--was drawn
From ev'ry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that 'round me roll'd
In its autumn tint of gold--
From the lightening in the sky
As it pass'd me flying by--
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.
My poetry is always very personal to me, whether it be about a friend and something they're going through, or about me, and stuff I'm going through. I guess that's all I have to say right now. I hope you enjoy my poetry, and please comment, I want to make it better.
SalaMandar
Quotes
That was the thing about words, they were clear and specific--chair, eye, stone-- but when you talked about feelings, words were too stiff, they were this and not that, they couldn't include all the meanings. In defining, they always left something out.
--Astrid (White Oleander)
My all-time favorite poem:
Alone (Edgar Allen Poe)
From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were--I have not seen
As others saw--I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I lov'd, I lov'd alone.
Then-- in my childhood--in the dawn
Of a most stormy life--was drawn
From ev'ry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that 'round me roll'd
In its autumn tint of gold--
From the lightening in the sky
As it pass'd me flying by--
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.
- Last seen on Oct 31 1:48 PM 2008. Member since May 8, 2004.
- I'm a jade dragon poet for 224 comments.
- I am a 21 year old girl (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm a student, a wife, a lover.
- I have 224 comments, 54 poems
My Poetry
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No one cares if you can’t deal
No one cares how alone you feel14 lines, October 11, 2008 -
14 lines, August 5, 2008
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until we are once again joined
and none may tear us apart
