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LAST LOGIN: November 16
LAST LOGIN: November 16
I am 17. I am Female. I am single. I am young. I read. I write. In reluctance, I am recovering. In love, I am creative. I am in love with originality. I adore creativity. I admire creative people – with one exception, myself. I am an addict. I am obsessive. I have an imagination and I use it. Often, I would consider my imagination out of control. I am about young creativity. I about something new, what though, I am still quit unsure about. I am happy. I am sad. I am in control. I am out of control. I am controlled.
I am Monica. I am young. I am a writer.
I am a young writer.
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I still stare into the mirror day after day but no longer recognise the face on display. Black rimmed eyes leak weeping tears in my reflection carving secret motions on a still complexion. Sharp jutting bones, only I desire to see are pushing outward from flesh. My eyes start to see, but, NOT ENOUGH! I scream, tortured inside my head Confusion never stops a craziness in bed. I shout at the mirror and all my pain flows free, the pain I've been hiding especially from me! Playing gently with my ...
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“We don’t go out unless we have to; we do our shopping on a Tuesday. Other than that, we simply don’t bother with it” And once again all three of us keeled over in wine induced hysterics. My stomach hurt but I was unable to stop. I had to, I just had to. I stood up. Placing my left palm on my left kidney I stood. Hips forward, back slumped imitating her mid round I bellowed, “I’m just stretching my legs!” And once again all three of us keeled over in wine induced hysterics. Creating glasses w...
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I received a birthday card from my aunt today. Our souls are together in rejoicing life; I’m living. Her illegible scrawls I deciphered with appreciation. Happy sixteenth birthday, with love! Assumed she’d see forever, she’s musing on scenes Paralysed for breath, her sight’s shrouded by a veil of death. Her only Son - a blur – whispers with soft hands that emit his youth. Obscure this haziness clear. The law of nature jailed her, she can’t bail again. Just now has it slapped us we won’t unite...
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Reading old poems from years ago when happiness was a stranger to me finding strength in what made me weak finding strength in being my enemy.Gorging, starving, purging some more and crying becasem the scale went up I ate a meal. And 'it's early days' she says after one and a half years. 'That sounds really good' she says in the hope of me keeping it real. Still, I insist, I'ma rational person Logic is reason, I like to think. I can not eat for a month and be perfect, I like to think. PUking ...
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I’d like to feel the sand between my toes I will to feel the breeze flood past my hair I wish to feel the soothing of the waves And to watch the palm trees sway together Kick back and gaze at the sky above me The moon hazy with the stars shining bright The eternal stretch of the ocean To explore in mind the islands in sight But being kept this way isn’t like that The hedge of roses so tight I can’t breathe Whilst staring a man running past me. Free I crave to run, jump and dive with my life A...
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The way you move and swiftly tell the story of how and who this grave stone belongs to it brilliant; it's slick and swift,no fathing. I think some touches up could be done, I think the candle momnt could be rephrased to make the statement punchier and so, more shocking because the story is shocking. Some grammarrrors also, just to let you know, although I know my grammar isn't always spot on either, lol. Good story, would be good as an advert for drunk driving or something. JUst thought I'd s...
I think you've got a good starting point. The way you've written it is frantic which I like as it illustrates physically as you read it the urgency of an eating disorder. The urgency of the fat and losing it, the panic of food etc, however I think honing in on an area or some editing and it would be of a much higher standard with just a little tweaking.
I like the flow of the piece and how smooth the transfer is between scenes you've created using the language. IT's a tad ambigious though; I don't understand what it's about at all, but that could be a good thing as I've made my own mind up and it could be one of thsose where th audience decides. Good work!
The final similie is effective in the point and imagery of the point it is conveying, everyone has been in this situation, sweetening sour and bitter words with sugary euphemism, however, perhaps stronger language could make it more, snap, in your face, this is my finale to the poem, the end of the narrrative and situation so bitterly described in brutal honesty. I do love the narrative though, the story, I can completely imagine it because it's so, simple and not overdone or overused. THumbs...
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