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AGE:
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LOC: Cheyenne, WY
GEN: Female
LAST LOGIN: March 28
LOC: Cheyenne, WY
GEN: Female
LAST LOGIN: March 28
You know, writing just happens to be one of those things that is entirely subject to both ridicule and adoration. So many times have I had my poetry and my stories read and have them shoved back into my hands, telling me never to write again. So many times have my tales made those closest to me edge away. So few times have I been congratulated on my work. So few times have people asked me to write for them again.
Honestly, I don’t expect anything spectacular to come from this site. If I become noticed and loved by someone who could help me be “discovered,” then I will be ecstatic to the point of hyperventilation. If not, then I would be pleased merely to bring readers an opportunity to critique what I’ve written and press me to …
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Ever have that feeling in your stomach? Like you just drank a full cup Of steaming peppermint tea? It feels like marbles Rolling around Inside your stomach. It makes you feel like a black cat, Basking in a puddle of sunshine, Soaking up the rays. It can feel like floating In a pool of cool, Clear water, Letting the slow, Gentle waves push you Side-to-side. I've heard it called butterflies. I've heard it called vertigo. I've seen it in song. I've seen it in laughter. In kisses. In heartbeats. ...
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Would you like to know what the most interesting thing in the universe is? Nothing. Seriously! Nothing is the most interesting thing in the universe! Without nothing, how would we know what something is? Without nothing, there could be no concept of infinity! Then again, maybe infinity is the most interesting thing in the universe. I mean, can you see that? Infinity: the lasting factor. Infinity: lasts forever. Infinity: now sounds like a cologne. (Infinity: smell like time!) Okay, so we have...
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One can never pick a flower And never feel its thorns. One can never see a flower Without seeing its thorns One can never smell a flower And never smell its thorns Yet one can ignore a flower And be pricked by its thorns. That's the way life is. We possess the sweet, We possess the sour. We find the delicate, We find the harsh. We respect the beautiful, We respect the ugly. We scorn the bad, We scorn the good. That's the way life is. Help a need, Feed a hurt. We live, We die, We breathe, We l...
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Death. Sweet release of the souls we hold, Heavy burdens on our shoulders. Like the world, Imperfectly balanced. Atlas, falling into a void, Clutching onto the world. Sleepless nights. Real fantasies. Fantastical reality. A dagger to the heart, A vial of poison in the wine, A cursed spinnet, A deadly apple. No Prince Charming in this life. No happy ending for any. The Knight in Tarnished Armor dies, Stabbed through his rusting metal With an arsenic laced lance. Screams from the corners of the...
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Mmmm... chilling. I love how this piece flows. I don't know how quickly, or what rhythm, this was meant to be read in, but it doesn't seem to matter. Stumbling, hesitating, running, or flying, however this piece is read, a new feel, a new emotion, comes through. I love the progression, slowly eliminating the options until the person is left with only one. Darkly written? Yes, quite, but it endears itself to me. Very well written indeed.
Oh dear. I suppose I'm lucky there: I'm only sixteen, and the youngest, and, thankfully, I've been warned plenty of years in advance. Thank you for reporting this. ^.^
I love this. Very much, actually. I can just see the characters in my head, the costumes, the placement, the cold lighting, the warm, mysterious darkness. It's absolutely amazing. It would take quite a bit of practice and quite skilled actors to be able to pull the beat and the rhythm of this stage play off, but it would be worth it to see it played out. This stage play ((to me, anyway)), seems to hold depression and the desire to death. The widow asks the shadow to take her life, and the sha...
I absolutely love this monologue. Everyone knows how it feels to have an unspoken problem or statement, and everyone knows how aggravating it is to be misunderstood. On your goals: I think you have a good chance at being published, particularly in a book of comedic monologues or of poetry based on life's happenings. You do, indeed, have a talent worth shaping. This poem is written in a style that happens to be quite unique: the line breaks, the way the words flow, and how quickly it is to be ...
The first goal on this piece of work was to be understood. If anyone has suffered a heart breaking, a tear being shed, or being hurt in any way, they could understand this poem. In a book of you own writings, it would be best for this poem to be connected to a story line, rather than a book of random poetry. I can't really rate you on becoming a better writer through good feedback; only you can really do that. Finally, on the topic of being the best poetry on Urbis, I think there are a few th...
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