Hmm... what to write... I'm 22, I live in upstate New York 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 Nov 16 10:31 PM. Member since May 8, 2004.
- I'm a jade dragon poet for 224 comments.
- I am a 22 year old girl from New York (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm a student, a wife, a lover.
- I have 224 comments, 55 poems
My Poetry
-
The release of pain
Becomes her goal19 lines, 1 comment, November 16. In Self Injury, Pain -
No one cares if you can’t deal
No one cares how alone you feel14 lines, October 11, 2008 -
14 lines, August 5, 2008
