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AGE: 36
LOC: United States
GEN: Female
LAST LOGIN: April 30

A discription of myself, Hmmmm….
I guess it’s fair to say I really don’t know how to describe myself with out sounding like an arrogant jerk.I am 33 years old and I grew up in the Greater Los Angeles area. My mother and grandmother are both advid readers and they passed this gift down to me. They ecouraged my love for poetry and encouraged me to use it inorder to overcome my dyslexia by reading more.

I started writing poetry when I was 11 years old after I read Tyger Tyger(William Blake) for the first time. When I read the first two lines I could see the tiger in my head running thru the jungle in the dead of night as this brilliant flash like a firestorm in the dark. That impressed me, I knew then that I wanted to envoke such vi…

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Poetry / Gold Street 5
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I walk along this black gold street Five paces behind you now Disappearing into the crowd As distant stars burn themselves out But you shine like the Midnight Sun Turning these neon lights gray In a stark rich contrast to you Where they fall short of your glory I watch you from across the room As painted flower girls compete For your divided attention Like crows pecking at the corn stalk Stoic in your civility As they bask inside your grandeur You look around hesitantly Making sure that I am...
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Cocaine days & Heroin nights, Neon signs & mosh pit fights, Strangers tangled in a web, As midnight lust begins to ebb. I bat my pretty little eyes & you stroke my milky thighs, I touch your lips & shoulder bare, You caress me soft & brush my hair. You know you leave me breathless. When your hands become restless; I ripped my fishnet stocking, Your hard hot passion comes knocking, Touch down form dizzy heights . Cocaine days & Heroin nights.
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These are the scattered remains Laying on the cold floor and Tainted with Love's bitter stains Shattered like glass window panes And dying in the ruins These are the scattered remains Will the gold and silver rains Cleanse us or leave us here Tainted with Love's bitter stains Falling like hour glass grains From Heaven upon the Earth These are the scattered remains And like leaves upon the wind So majestic in our flight Tainted with Love's stains We are the scattered remains.
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Poetry / My Methadone
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He was my addiction, A hell that’s my own; In a state of affliction He’s my Heroin home. A Chameleon’s kiss; A wink and a smile, There’s pain before bliss; It’s the Devil’s style. A love that can’t be Honest and true, Is a love that’s not free, Then there was you… Soft as a prayer, It’s cuts like a knife; Your hands in my hair Are colder than ice. Faith was too much In the absence of truth, Wrapped in your touch; Lost in your youth. Your altered reality; Lies between dreams, This casual fata...
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Poetry / Forgive Me
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Forgive me if I should linger too long In the sweet sorrow of your holy song; Forgive me if I should hold on too tight And wear out my welcome with you tonight. Forgive me if I am not quite as strong As you. I guess I never did belong; Forgive me if I bathe in your pure light. I could be wrong but, you make it all right. (c)charlotte j howell 2005
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Reminds me of my lost big "brother", thank you.
Poetry / Change
great job! I like how go through the emotions in this one from certinty to strugle and back to certinty.
Poetry / Mon Papillon
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Poetry / live and die
Very nice.
Poetry / A Deck of Cards
Ok I don't know what happened on my review as I was saying. Meter of the poem. The Joker of the set, cast out Returns, fighting the tyranny Of the Queens reign This is life’s game The last two are half the length of the first two so I would ajust them to match. I also like the ideal of the joker being the hero. As in history all the great leaders who have brought about change have always been outsiders. Over all I think you have a wonderful work here,
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