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AGE:
24
LOC: Waycross, GA
GEN: Female
LAST LOGIN: June 12
LOC: Waycross, GA
GEN: Female
LAST LOGIN: June 12
I am a very passionate, deeply emotional woman. Writing for me is both a professional ambition and a personal passion : I would be very happy if my writing were published, but I would die if I had to stop writing.
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When I was a girl I filled my days with dreams: I built grand castles on distant moons, Holding court over a smiling, nodding multitude, Always admired and always the perfectly happy princess- In those dreams. In the nights of my youth, I’d often have dreams of flying: The wonderful sensation of weightlessness, Combined with the eerie perspective- Above and far beyond the cold, solid earth. For some time now, I’ve harbored great dreams of you: Your beauty is timelessly spellbinding and unequa...
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Okay, so the good news is I got a "merit" raise this year. The bad news- my merits's only worth an extra $0.24/hr. That's miniscule- that's only (before taxes) an extra $499.20 over the course of the whole year. And it doesn't even have the dignity of being a normal number - like 25 cents or 20 cents - no, "somebody parsed out exactly how much more you were worth, honey, and you just didn't quite make the U.S. Quarter!" I would actually have preferred being given no raise to the insult of bei...
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Life is the ocean and the shore, Powerful, boundless, beautiful. Rising and falling in a regular pattern, Its lovely dance remains unique: No two sunrises are ever the same. You and I in this ocean are small shells, Fragile, countless, miniscule. Sinking and surfacing at different times, Our small dance inside the dance persists: Moved without moving and found without finding. Love is the chaos of a trillion shells moving, Infinite, common, random. Finding and parting through timeless chaos, ...
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You did not feel The jolt of electricity That shot up through my body from the center of the earth on its way to the sky, But only noticed The thunder that roared a second and an eternity behind.
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Before I became a nobody, I remember feeling like a somebody, Whose morning sun rose bright on possibility, Whose evening sky shone clear, wide, and infinite, Whose time was purposeful and pleasure driven- But all of that was before: Before I wore a phone cord- A tangled fiber optic snake, Hissing a satire of hospitality, With a fatal vocal venom- Around my neck. Before I drug a desk- Such an immense, unmoving weight, Littered by redundancy, Polished with the sweat of useless effort- By my le...
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The only thing I wish was different about this poem is I wish it were longer. Simply splendid.
I must admit, I am at somewhat of a loss as to how to proceed. So, I'm going to give you my personal, non-scripted answer, and hope that it does what I intend it to do. I work in a creative field, and I can tell you, one thing you can be ABSOLUTELY sure of when you do anything remotely different or creative, people are going to feel they have the right to tell you EXACTLY what they think of it (especially if they think something negative, and they usually do). So, as an artist (or just as a h...
I imagine this poem working really well read aloud- good flow, good images- but reading it on a page, the repetition of "This is my rifle/this is my gun" is a little annoying, though I imagine it could be fabulous performed in person. Interesting piece.
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