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 Posted: Tue Dec 11, 2007 3:55 pm
Uhm...I'm not that good, and I'm (until April 30, 200 cool thirteen. Just thought you ought to know so you don't think I'm older and should know how to write poems better. For me, it's a poem if it rhymes or has some sort of rhythm. There are other poems, too, but I don't know how to describe them (they're just like weirdly written sentences with erratic paragraphing and lines...). If you intend to read my work, please read the following paragraph:
Don't completely sugar-coat what you say, PLEASE. If you really think something I post is that good, then sure, go ahead and praise it. But if it honestly isn't, tell me what I could do to make it better. Bluntness is okay as long as you don't say 'Stupid' and leave. If you don't like it, but have nothing constructive to say, just don't say anything, please. I am human and I can be hurt--remember that.
Merci, and enjoy. ^^
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Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2008 3:54 pm
The Circle of Life
The Circle of Life
Isn’t much of a circle.
We’ve never started over;
We’ve only just begun.
With each new day and each new face,
Each new problem and each new place,
Comes new resolve and new promise,
New solutions and new purpose.
Our routines may change;
Our ideas may vary.
Few things are ever the same,
But some are set in stone.
The Circle of Life
Isn’t much of a circle.
We’ve never started over;
We’ve only just begun.
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Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2008 6:30 pm
I like it. 3nodding
It makes me think of poems in cafes.
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Posted: Wed Jan 09, 2008 3:40 pm
lol. that gave me a mental image.... me, attempting to become a writer while really being a homeless bum, sitting in an internet cafe with five empty cups of coffee sitting around me, a laptop that was either there to begin with, borrowed, or stolen, and some cake. Yes.... *snort* i look so intelligent. Almost like L from Death Note, actually...only dumb. xd
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Posted: Wed Jan 23, 2008 7:29 pm
New poem time! This one is mildly angsty, if you squint.
Once upon a time...
Once upon a time, we were friends.
Once upon a time, we played.
Once upon a time, we laughed together.
Once upon a time, we got along.
But things are different.
We go to the same school...
We see each other in halls...
But we don’t really see, now, do we?
Once upon a time, we knew each other.
Once upon a time, we fought one another.
Once upon a time, we spent holidays together.
Once upon a time, we got along.
But things are different.
You are popular, not I.
You wear make up, not I.
You have many new friends...so do I.
So, in the end, I guess...
It doesn’t matter.
We drifted with time.
We’re too different now.
I’m not really your friend anymore.
We don’t play anymore.
We don’t laugh together anymore.
We don’t get along anymore.
Because things change.
People change.
Life has many crossroads,
and many splits.
I don’t know you anymore.
We can’t fight anymore.
We don’t see each other anymore.
We don’t get along anymore.
Once upon a time is not forever,
No matter how much you wish it to be.
Once upon a time is a moment,
A true ‘once.’
Now I have new friends.
We talk together.
We laugh together.
We get along.
This may be a once upon a time,
But I’m going to enjoy it,
For it would be a shame to miss
Such a wondrous thing as this.
I’ll always remember you,
I’ll never forget.
I’ll keep that bracelet you gave me,
Even though it doesn’t fit.
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Posted: Sun May 25, 2008 9:14 pm
heart -ed both of them Secret. For Thirteen, (And Twelve) you're style of writing is actually good. Thank you for posting this poem and everything.
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The Unknown Shadow Captain
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Posted: Tue Jun 10, 2008 9:37 pm
I just wrote this poem on a whim tonight, so it may or may not be good. Personality
Sometimes you’ll know I’m here,
Sometimes you couldn’t guess,
Sometimes I’m out of sight,
Sometimes I make a mess.
I change a lot with each person—
Just look and you’ll see—
With Johnny I’m an athlete,
With some I’m silent as a tree.
Some will keep me to themselves,
Some will show me to the world.
Everybody’s different.
That’s how I came to be.
I am tall and proud,
I am small and quiet,
I am quick and cunning,
I am slow and dull.
I’m strangely interesting,
I draw you near,
I’m why you turn your lights out,
Or look in the mirror.
If you ask me who I am,
I’ll say that it’s a shame.
How can you not know me?
I’m your personality.
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Posted: Sun Aug 24, 2008 8:41 pm
Great poems exclaim
Poetry is the key to one's own thought.
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