My poetry style is deep emotions, love, religion, and of my life. I cannot express enough how the faith in Jehovah and Jesus have kept me afloat.
I got to tell you something the inspiration for many of my sad poems and stories is not here with me anymore. Leon, the brother who has caused me so much pain, is dead. He died August 12, 2006. After learning that Leon had died, I felt sad. I felt rob. I didn't have the opportunity to tell him how much he had hurt me. Bless his soul and may God's love be with him. I loved him because he was my brother but I hated his actions. One may ask "How can you forgive and love him after he had taken your childhood and virginity?" All I have to say is that with love anything is possible. So, good-bye Leon and I hope that God will have mercy on your soul.
I got to tell you something the inspiration for many of my sad poems and stories is not here with me anymore. Leon, the brother who has caused me so much pain, is dead. He died August 12, 2006. After learning that Leon had died, I felt sad. I felt rob. I didn't have the opportunity to tell him how much he had hurt me. Bless his soul and may God's love be with him. I loved him because he was my brother but I hated his actions. One may ask "How can you forgive and love him after he had taken your childhood and virginity?" All I have to say is that with love anything is possible. So, good-bye Leon and I hope that God will have mercy on your soul.
- Last seen 2 days ago. Member since July 4, 2004.
- I'm a citrine experience poet for 153 comments.
- My mood is , and quote is I'm Living My life! Are You Living Yours?.
- I am a 32 year old woman from Arkansas (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm a Teacher.
- Visit my homepage at Romunda.net
- I have 153 comments, 1 addline, 3 columns
My Poetry
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The White Lady
There is this thing listen to its ring.24 lines, 1 comment, January 6 -
Love an elusive thing Treasuring up the joy it will bring8 lines, September 10, 2007
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Knock, knock / “Shay check the door.” grandpa says through the walls. / “Okay!” I replied happily. I was thankful for the knocking intrusion to this bleak day. I opened the door and was surprised. It2255 lines, July 15, 2007. In 2000-5000 words
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You Can Call Me Satan the Devil / Don't believe that I exist / But I am all in your mist / I told Eve that she will definitely not die / I
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I Am Ready To Go. / I am ready to go. / Ready to step across that mysterious line. / Don’t know what tomorrow may bring / But it must be be
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NyteShade : Hi on July 28, 2007Thanks
Im glad you liked the story. There's another installment to the hours between midnight.
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NyteShade : Hi on July 28, 2007Thanks Im glad you liked the story. There's another installment to the hours between midnight.
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Stingersinger53 on June 18, 2006Hi! I just thought I'd cometo your page and say thanks again for reading my poetry. I see your from arkansas. Me Too! I'm glad to know I'm not the only one.
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poechild3 on May 15, 2006hey my sister.....
its poechild3...
i think its been quite a minute ago since we've last corresponded.
i think i read a new piece of yours a while back and sent you a system message...
im still intrigued by your style of art....
from time i go in check out all the other poets
and see where every body's heads are at.
you'd be surprised the content matter of the average human being; i myself included...
we have some far gone twistedness about us...
im starting to see a pattern with alot poetry in here...
its becoming very dark and bleak...
people's minds are constantly focusing on negative energy...
they write about escape from darkness and hell...bloodshed and tears...
all kinds of warfare;
just total bleakness.... mm mm mm
people fail to realize that our minds...
we don't give a enough credit for its capabilities
"So a man thinketh, so he is"
and that's all i have to say about that______
my poetry right now has been pretty steady...
i thank GOD for everyday life...
i guess that's truly my creative inspiration...
i believe at times im worried about a lot of things
and when i find the words to translate them into to poetry...
i see everything for what i think it really is...
but sometimes life is not what our perceptions usually are..
we need JESUS girrl......
any way hope to hear from you
peace and blessings
