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AGE:
23
LOC: United States
GEN: Female
LAST LOGIN: August 30
LOC: United States
GEN: Female
LAST LOGIN: August 30
A spite for bull and a fetish for beauty and valor – my vices are my motives for art. My motive for being on URBIS, on the other hand, is a compliance to my goal. My goal is to free as many minds as I can from ungrounded beliefs. To do this I learn to write. I bow to you – masters of Word, for it is Word that Was First, and it is only Word that will Be. Aside from serious intentions, I try to paint beauty by using the written art. Alas I am even farther from that little selfish goal, than from the grand one. I thank all those who help me master the great art. And – no – I am not always full of bull. And – yes – whatever you say about my writing I can and will take seriously and gratefully.
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How to see without others' eyes?
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What's in five years Set and spent On reckless tiring of self? A soul well spent Is not the same As when before this simple game. What's in a marriage That's charades Around a wreck of wedding bands.. A neck well turned Shuts out the sight Of all the problems that we might. A bridge, once crossed, has no return - A marriage, Unity of souls... If it not set upon a stone Than once upon The head will turn And see the pedestal of twigs... And never more put on the wigs Of happiness it wore. You h...
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Reaching to God over troubled childhood.
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Inside a candy shop in a small English town a woman is behind the counter, a man is in front. Man: "A TRUFFLE for your beauty! Now sell me some chocolate, Wouldn't want to keep beloved waiting..." Woman: "A smite on thee! To Ovid with your love and loves Once taken, never returned" M: "A fool! And a hag at that! A dime for your beauty now! Ha ha! A word, she said! A word! I listened... What promised much Gave out just empty rags! Nay, whore, a stifled cry For what was never worth it!" W: "Be ...
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I'm a lost sheep Because I like to be lost In the world, in the bed- sheets, In your gaze. As to graze on you. As a pasture invitingly calm, You distract from the rest of the flock, being vivider than life itself. Making me Your grassy estate.
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Although I don't usually like such hopelessness in poetry, this piece stands out. It reads very easy from beginning to end. The imagery is just incredible - I see it clearly from the beginning to end. You can feel the guy's feelings - being fed up with the world and himself, but not recognizing fault in his actions. Reminds me of many people I know but wish I didn't. As a poem, I gave it a 10.
It was like I was there. I can also feel the cold, wind, icy hair whipping face. Altogether very thorough but startling. I'm sorry if you had to go through that..
It's absolutely beautiful in all its aspects - the story line, the feelings it inspires, and the language... I especially liked how the words seemed to bounce during the whole piece. And then the mystery in the beginning - how do you meet someone without seeing? And the revelation when he walks past her.. Just beautiful! A 10 for both your ratings and lots of admiration for your talent!
This is the only one I read that has something to do with writing! Very well put. I think most people here can relate.
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