poetry_is_the_new_black123's profile
AGE:
16
GEN: Female
LAST LOGIN: August 05
GEN: Female
LAST LOGIN: August 05
I’m 15.
I love to write.
I’m just a little strange.
And I absolutely love who I am.
I am 5 feet short and proud of it.
I have amazing green eyes and shortish hair that tends to become rainbow at times.
I dress funny and love to wear red lipstick.
I am super pale and hate the sun [go figure.]
And I love having people give me positive reviews on my work [read more below].
If you would like me to read you work, just ask me.
And please add me!
I love meeting new people. =]]
MY WRITING
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I appreciate the constructive criticism but I don’t care if my poem has the feeling of “I almost wrote that” or if it is just like 20 other poems you read today. I’m not writing to please you. My writing is for me. I use my writi…
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Tired, alone Sitting here thinking. Hot tears, rolling down the cheeks of the abused. "Woe is me" Help me, save me Take me away. Why must you crush my soul so? I breathe. A fresh flood of tears comes down. I ignore them and roll over in my bed. Maybe sleep will calm me. Many thoughts run through my head. Suicide? No. Pills? No. Mommy? Yes. *Ring, ring* No answer. I'm alone. My thoughts move faster, confusing me Making me dizzy. I feel sick to my stomach. A phone call. Damn, a phone call was a...
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Cross me Double Cross me Kiss my eyelids and tell me your faithful. One more white lie through your perfect smile. I hurt you in my mind for hurting me inside out. I see how you look at her, how your supposed to look at me. One more black lie the truth being shown in your pretty eyes as I mention her name. Hold me close and whisper in my ear one last time. I know the truth. You have crossed me Double crossed me. So I'll kiss your eyelids as I tell you I was always faithful and I see the pain ...
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Tired, alone Sitting here thinking. Hot tears, rolling down the cheeks of the abused. "Woe is me" Help me, save me Take me away. Fuck you for crushing my soul. I breathe. A fresh flood of tears comes down. I ignore them and roll over in my bed. Maybe sleep will calm me. Suicide? No. Pills? No. Mommy? Yes. *Ring ring* No answer. I'm alone. My thoughts move faster, confusing me Making me dizzy. I feel sick to my stomach. A phone call. Damn, a phone call was all I asked for. Is that so much? Mus...
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The break of day, a new wind, everything colorless, I walk the streets. Lovers sit under a pale sky, whispering, holding, loving. I look down. The hem of my too long pants brush the the black grass. I look back and the scene before me has changed. My family is before me now. They are praying over a grave. I look at my brother. He is young and innocent. I walk closer to look at the stone my family is talking to. Noo! I yell. I jump into nothing as I realize that I am just a spirit roaming eart...
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Okay, to be honest, the first thing about this that caught my eye was the name Jonathan and it's spelling. That is my brothers name and most people spell it Johnathan. :] The story was great. I love how detailed everything. It was as if I were reading a book with pictures. The images were almost real. Good job. :]
It was nicely written and a great take on how a bath feels. Good job. :]
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