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i write to vent
i write to release
i write to recover
i write to hope
i write to relax
i write to be free
i write to live

most of my poetry is depressing/lost love/sad. but it is because whenever i write happy stuff I read it later and gross out. lol but no...i just love sad and depressing poetry. that is the poetry i write best I believe. i freestyle, i don't like poetry that is forced. i hope you all like it! please comment!! i love hearing peoples feedback!!! who doesn't? as for reading poetry. i love poetry that takes me away to a different time, whether its my past or just a different world. i love the use of imagery and beautiful language. anyways, i hope you like my page and can take the time to check out my poetry, (if you've read this far ), and i will gladly return all favors.

im a somewhat quiet person with people i don't know, but am the polar opposite with my friends. im mostly a peacemaker, and wont cause much of a fuss if it isnt needed, however when i feel strongly enough about something i throw the 'peacemaker' out the window.
but all in all i like to think of myself as the modern hippie. and idolize feminism activists.

love and peace

lets make the world green

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HERE you go, here are some poems and poets I adore:

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I FELT A FUNERAL IN MY BRAIN
By: Emily Dickinson

I felt a Funeral, in my Brain,
And Mourners to and fro
Kept treading - treading - till it seemed
That Sense was breaking through -

And when they all were seated,
A Service, like a Drum -
Kept beating - beating - till I thought
My Mind was going numb -

And then I heard them lift a Box
And creak across my Soul
With those same Boots of Lead, again,
Then Space - began to toll,

As all the Heavens were a Bell,
And Being, but an Ear,
And I, and Silence, some strange Race
Wrecked, solitary, here -

And then a Plank in Reason, broke,
And I dropped down, and down -
And hit a World, at every plunge,
And Finished knowing - then -

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TO THE VIRGINS, TO MAKE MUCH OF TIME
By: Robert Herrick

Gather ye rose-budswhile ye may,
Old time is still a-flying;
And this same flower that smiles today,
Tomorrow will be dying.

The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun,
The higher he's a-getting,
The sooner will his race be run,
And nearer he's to setting.

That age is best which is the first,
When youth and blood are warmer;
But being spent, the worse, and worst
Times still succeed the former.

Then be not coy, but use your time,
And while ye may, go marry;
For having lost but once your prime,
You may for ever tarry.

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LIFE
By: Grace Treasone

Life is like a jagged tooth
that cuts into your heart;
fix the tooth and save the root,
and laughs, not tears, will start.

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I SHALL PAINT MY NAILS RED
By: Carole Satyamurti

Because a bit of colour is a public service.

Because I am proud of my hands.

Because it will reimind me I'm a woman.

Because I will look like a survivor.

Because I admire them in traffic jams.

Because my daughter will say ugh.

Because my lover will be surprised.

Because its quicker then dyeing my hair.

Because it is a ten-minute moratorium.

Because it is reversible.

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LOVE THAT I BEAR
By: Hilda Doolittle

Love that I bear
within my heart, O speak;
tell how beneath the serpent-spotted shell,
the cygnets wait,
how the soft owl
opens and flicks with pride,
eye-lids of great bird-eyes,
when underneath its breast
the owlets shrink and turn.

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More to come... hope you enjoy