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LOC: Marion, AR
GEN: Female
LAST LOGIN: January 17
LOC: Marion, AR
GEN: Female
LAST LOGIN: January 17
I’m a hopeless romantic with the eyes of a photographer and the heart of a poet. It’s hard for me to express verbally what I feel inside my heart, that’s why I write. I write mostly poetry but have no fear, I’ll read just about anything! I feel that Art is something that should be without limitations and void of rules. Art comes from the heart. It’s not something that can fit into a certain category because it fits a certain criteria. Being an artist is something that one is born with, it can’t be a taught. You either have the talent for it or you don’t.
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Can true love die Does it wither Can it melt away Does love just end or does it continue to flourish in all that was left behind A dying love an aching heart a soulmate gone ...Then there's you... You who's left behind with nothing but an aching and weeping heart nothing but a memory of what was and what used to be Can forever be touched again is it within reach To have and to hold the longing so pure so clear and so innocent yet... Is something so beautiful even imaginable even possible or c...
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A beautiful sunset blinding by sight. Setting over an oceans reflecting light. Colors stream up floating slowly by. Unique as a love that will never die. Each day comes and each day rests, but that doesn't stop the sun that sets. Every sunset different than the one before, but each just as beautiful with colors that soar. Memories of us remind me of this, because like a sunset to our love I'll submit. And just like a sunset our love overflowed, with every color of the rainbow streaming up fro...
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A needle and thread to sew up a wound A snip a snap to seal up a room A wound made because of stupidity and fright A room holding memories that are now too strong for me to fight Quick take this needle and push it through my skin Do it quickly before I change my mind again… Before I lose the courage to sew up these wounds of pain Take away these rags of conflict that on my heart have left a stain Abuse lives in these walls the stench is still strong The odor of it blends in like this is where...
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"I pledge Allegiance to the NON EXISTENT flag of the DIVIDED states of America, and to the REPUBLICANS (what about the democrats?) the traitors for which we stand: one DAMNATION under BUSH, the scarecrow, where justice and liberty have become a dream" War pain nothing to gain overseas but death a breath a whisper in our ears saying kill kill kill! WILL this ever stop? The ongoing pain of losing our heros those who now have ZERO hope of making it home.. Unless in a coffin with a flag to show ...
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1 Gun 1 Wounded Kid pushed to the edge by society. Beaten down mentally. Physically abused by his family. No friends to speak of because to the world that views him he's nothing. His heart aches inside and he doesn't know why life has dealt him this hand to play. No longer does he want to stay in a world where he's not wanted. Invisible is what he feels because he has to conceal every painful ordeal that happens to him because he feels alone. In his mind he IS alone. His whole life love has b...
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Your lonesome words greet the page and then what? What are your words saying to the paper? Why are your words lonesome? I quite liked this. It makes the reader want to add on their own thought to yours.
This is such a beautiful piece, I didn't expect it to end the way that it ended though. It seems like it could have gone on just a bit longer. It seems like something that you would give to a family member or a loved one. Like I said, it's a beautiful piece and I'm glad that I had the honor to read it.
I'm just trying to figure out why you put this in the poetry category. It's more like a short paragraph than a poem.
Sometimes fantasy is better than reality, but other times it's not. How often do we get the chance to live out a dream, even if it's only a lustful one? This was well written and it kept me entertained all the way through. I loved the flow of it and it was consistent. I think we've all been in this position and it's not an easy one to be in. I think you should go with it and see what it could be, and if it's only one night or a few days, then at least you'll know!
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