Hello my name is Susan welcome to my poetry page. My style of writing is unlike many others. I think in rhymes when ever i sit down to write. If it doesn't rhyme i normally won't write it. In my eyes writing is a natural remedy. I write so i can heal from my past. My poetry is the window to my soul. Most my poems are about my life. I hope you enjoy what you read.
- Last seen on Oct 2 12:59 AM. Member since May 25, 2007.
- I'm a carnelian hope poet for 130 comments.
- My mood is , and quote is "Poetry is the comunication of the heart".
- I am a 19 year old girl (Canada)
- When I'm not writing, I'm landscaping, student.
- I have 130 comments, 2 contests, 60 poems
Poems I'm focused on
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Looking in the mirror, / At my brightly painted face. / I know its just a job, / To pay rent for this old place. / I'm preparing myself for
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A life of many colors. / Hated by some, loved by others. / A paradise, for a rich man's eyes. / Lust is love in the eyes of lovers. / fake is real in place of mothers. / A violent life till earth's demise. /
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I / There are a nation of people, / Who try and stand for right. / But the darkness of their world, / Blindly they fight the fight. / They
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My dearest unborn child, / I'm so filled up with shame, / I put the drugs before you, / And now I take the blame. / My mind was so messed up, / But still It was so wrong. / My tears never ending, / Now that
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Inside my mind is a mad house. / I'm gone so insane. / I don't know what to do, / With this large build up of pain. / My madhouse is my heaven, / I can let out all my tears. / I can scream and I can grunt,13 lines, 1 comment, May 27, 2007
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An angel fallen from heaven, / Fallen from all she knows. / Down on the streets of the city, / She has no where to go. / Beauty is etched on her angelic face, / Her long hair bleached from the sun. / Tears st23 lines, 1 comment, May 26, 2007
My Poetry
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The broken thoughts inside my head,
have taunted me to long,22 lines, 1 comment, June 2 -
I'm blinded by the chemicals, / Injected in my blood, / Filling up my dieing lungs, / I'm hooked on poison love. / I dream about true freed25 lines, 4 comments, June 26, 2007
Guest Book
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Lucca on June 3, 2007I love the way you write, so honest and open to all that beg to know more about you Susan. From what I have come to realise I can describe you as independent and happy because of who you are. You probably dont think you are happy but you are through your writing and messages too me. You have so much going for you it may not be money or the best job ever, but the promis of being real to those people around you. You are down to earth and true, I dont think anybody could ever define you as being fake. Rough times always make people stronger and I can tell that through all the evil and pain you have been put through you are an incredibly nice person. Thank you for your comments, messages, advice, and guidance that you have so far given me, and I have only known you for less then a day now. Your poems are indirect and they make you stop and think, which relates to me, and you can write some of the best poetry that is out there. I hope you will some day look back on everything that you have accomplished and smile, knowing that you have become happy which is one of the hardest things for people too accomplish in this world. You are important, because you help people.
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TheD.O.C. : Hey There on June 2, 2007i love your poems you got such a depth to them i love that you show the feelings right through i can relate to many things you are saying and i feel that you have a very real and down to earth definition to how you feel you know on everything thats going on in your life keep up the good work ;-*
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bookbandit : I'd never be able to do that. on May 29, 2007hi! you recently won my contest about Amy Brown. I must say I am very impressed with your work. I know it may not mean much coming from a complete stranger, but after reading your homepage I was extremely amazed at how much you've gone through. You put such feeling into your writing and I admire that. Good luck with everything that comes your way.
