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AGE: 23
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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Poetry / Go
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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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Version 2
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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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Poetry / 10 Pills
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.
Short Story / Inspiration
Locked
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..
Poetry / on the return
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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