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AGE:
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LOC: Portland, OR
GEN: Female
LAST LOGIN: August 14
LOC: Portland, OR
GEN: Female
LAST LOGIN: August 14
I am from Alaska born and raised and have lived a quite sheltered life up there, where many feel we are but our own country with our own currency, (FYI we are the 49th State, haha) I never really thought of myself as someone who would enjoy writing whether it be poetry or short stories, In fact I hated spending the time to write period. I did however find myself sitting next to my cassette tape player stopping and rewinding songs in order to jot down all the lyrics. Looking back that might have been a sign in disguise.
Today I live in the “Lower 48” and have been able to expand my horizons on an almost daily basis. I have been for sometime now attempting to teach myself to play guitar. I am really good a chorus lines that are fairly eas…
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As I flip through the pages of my newspaper, my first instinct is to flip past the entire front page, completely covered with articles about this war in Iraq. The page shows a mother holding a picture of her son, I glance at the subtext, to make note of the boy being one of the first causalities. I continue on, battling my way through the sales pages, trying desperately to ignore the items that would place a larger dent upon my already ever growing "Christmas holiday debt." I skim through so...
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I am broken completely, the pain I feel is physical as much as it is emotional and mental. I can only continue to circle around the moments that each brought this revelation upon me. To count the number of times I relived the possible excusses as to why the man I know only as my sperm donor has not attempted to know me more. Though many attempts I have made in reverse against my own emotional battle in hoping my "dad" does not find out. For him to think I love him less would a loss only equal...
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She was never to see it coming, the old friend returning to apologize shared no secrets. The sad looks from his old teacher didn't concern her. It wasn't until that old friend appeared at the classroom door in tears, to deliver the faitful message to ignite the pain. A scream that would be heard throughout the school flew from her mouth. It was her senior year, a chance to escape the labels, the stereotypes and stress of high school all seemed meaningless as news of her first love dying a mil...
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(Verse 1) Yeah this is another one of those songs A tribute to someone's life after they're gone. A countless history, A recollection of their time, Told by by someone that was close to them. (Chorus) It's about the nights we used to share, Having fun when no one else was there, And the days we used to feel so free, In your arms was where I wanted to be. (Verse 2) If these stories strike a chord in you, And a tear well's up in your baby blues, It was worth the time put in it, To make reality ...
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Very powerful! For me it is sad to think so many live this and don't add on living for themselves. It's safe to say we may only have one life on Earth and to use it to life by the rules of Government, work, and a god you've never met.
I believe you have a wonderful concept... "what is a poet without words?" A topic not often attempted or perfected. For to describe a poet without words one must well use words. Your descriptions are ok, they could use a little work in the flow and syllibles used to assit in not confusing the reader once they try to find the rhythm. They do have great potential. One suggestion I make to possibly assist in the flow and overall "story" is to separate each thought with a blank line, a mear pause...
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I enjoyed your opening paragraph giving us a history of your main character and including specific pieces of information i.e. "disarming an unexploded bomb" provides so much in so little words about the character's father and allows us to visualize many scenarios the vividness of the bomb exploding. I feel that you could be more descriptive in other areas that you kind of lost me where I had a hard time reading. I.E. "Now that I’m ten, my life is tough". This sentence in it's two parts both s...
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