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AGE: 25
LOC: Hanceville, AL
GEN: Female
LAST LOGIN: September 17

I’m moving all my writings to a website called allpoetry.com.

You can view my writings at www.allpoetry.com/sunflowerose

I’m 5’2”. I’m 23 years old.
I’m not currently attending school, but I did graduate from high school. It was Mt. Vernon High, in Virginia. I want to (eventually) go to college & major in English, make it so that I can be an English Proffessor (as in teach college students the LITERARY side of English!). I’m pretty sure I’d have to have a PH.D. in English first, but I’ll make it happen one day, I’m sure.
Before someone gets the wrong idea, let me make this clear: I’m not a Yankee. I’m from the South, where it’s ALL (homemade) gravy! On top of homemade biscuits, of course. My home state? None other than Alabam…

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In the hospital, Luzy had labored through birthing her child without even the comfort of her husband holding her hand. Jules was in some burger joint, while his child was making a grand entrance into the world. He asked a question to the people there. "I'm having a baby - well, my wife is. If it's a boy, we're going to name him Mathew David. If it's a girl? I can't come up with a first name for her, but the middle name we've chosen is Miranda. Any suggestions?" A waitress came up to him and ...
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Poetry / Long Walk Home
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As God looks down He sees His people Made in His image All His people keep Falling and stumbling While most barely Acknowledge His presence Very few really walk With their Creator Blood pours from His Eyes from the pain He feels as the Sorrowful hold up Their broken hearts Their wand’ring souls Their sin-filled lives Their carnal minds And beg Him to Heal their aches, pains Heal their bumps, bruises To make them whole To mend their hearts To reel in their souls To bring them Home He would lov...
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In the hospital, Luzy had labored through birthing her child without even the comfort of her husband holding her hand. The doctors had refused to let her have an epidural or any kind of painkiller. Their reasoning for this is that she was a child, so she didn't know any better. But when the tiny 6 pound 4 ounce unblemished bundle of perfection was put in her arms, all the pain had become irrelavent. All she could see, all she knew, was that her first child lay in her arms. "It's a girl." Som...
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Curiosity killed the cat - but this cat has more than nine lives!
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A wife at 14 and now a pregnant mother to be at 16, the girl paused a moment. The thoughts of her own body holding, nurturing an unseen life within herself, demanded more of her attention. _A baby. But I'm only 16. How am I going to take care of a little baby when I'm only a teenager myself? My husband will help, I know. He will love this baby very much. He already does._ She continued thinking about the things she'd get for the baby once she was able to. Then a thought distracted her from t...
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The only reason I didn't give this a perfect 10 is this: "comeback" s/b "come back" and the rhyme seems the tiniest bit forced. Other than that, I can tell you that your wife is incredibly lucky to have you for her husband. This is a beautiful poem! I love the whole poem - it's hard to pick out one word, one phrase, one stanza, even. I love the fact that it's from your heart, and that it's evident that it is. A truly wonderful piece!
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The idea of the future being a child who reaches for a toy is new to me. I like that. Do hopes really "encase" the world in prestense through illusions, or could that be the illusions built by something other than hope? Somehow, I just can't connect the two ideas. Maybe it's because we have different views of hope? My view is that hope is a good thing, no matter the illusions it causes, because it keeps us, our humanity, our very selves alive. Hope is the lifesource to our souls. At least, th...
Poetry / Happy? Never
First, if you're going to use any punctuation, you need to really use it...not just here and there, because it messes with the flow of the poem. Next, I can relate to this poem so well that I want to read more of it...perhaps there should be a longer version. Last, NOT least, I really like this one. The conflict of the sadness with the desire to be happy with the forsight of never achieving(sp?) the desired goal of happiness. I had that once, and even now, it gets me now and then, but I also ...
Poetry / Giving Up
Wow! I can't even tell you how often I felt that way, even before I became a teenager. I know many people are going to tell you that, but I promise you that it's true for me. My parents divorced when I was very young, my mother decided to treat me as her free housemaid & babysitter, my stepfather hated me (I hated him, too), and that's not even scratching the surface. I know how rough it can get. I also know how wonderful and worth living life is. I seriously hope that you do not truly plan o...
It's alright. The imagery is superb! It just isn't the kind of poem that piques my interest...So don't go thinking your poem was a total flub simply because I don't like it much. The funny thing is, I love nature, and this is a wonderful tribute to her. Like I mentioned, I'm just not caught in by it. How did it do in the contest?