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AGE:
16
LOC: Australia
GEN: Female
LAST LOGIN: May 11
LOC: Australia
GEN: Female
LAST LOGIN: May 11
Okay. Description of self.
I’m never really good at this.
Physical stats:
Female, blonde hair, blue eyes, fair complexion…really hot shoulders. I love my shoulders.
Other (less tangible) stats:
1) Weird sense of humour (I’m an idiot savant. More testicles on fire, please).
2) A dark, serious side that hardly ever comes out except when I write – poetry, stories or otherwise. I’m not trying to make myself sound mysterious, there’s just a lot about me that even I don’t know about.
3) An extreme fondness for chocolate.
Uh, that’s about it.
Nice to meet you.
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apart, isolated, misunderstood, unforgiven. a flash of red in a grey sea. diamond in a fish tank, hidden among the pebbles. another language, another species, lion falling in love with the lamb. fragment. feeding the worm, making it real by living side by side. such unusual, lonely thoughts. where is the point in unappreciated uniqueness? theory of relativity. who is the observer? why is there so much comfort in familiarity? one piece, taken at a time, makes the whole eventually meaningless. ...
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Oh, sweet deceit, How lovely you are, To leave me reeling on my feet But with nary a scar. How God must love you To let you stay here, You do battle with truth And you meddle with fear. Oh, sweet deceit, Look how far you’ve come. You’ve left scratches on many – And gashes in some.
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their twisting curling mildly erotic dances thrill me with their gaseous yet liquid flow i sit mesmerised by the impossibility of what i see for no human being was ever blessed with such flexibility as is the stuff of these dancers and most definitely even if we were no magic could make us as graceful the night sky twinkles and winks behind their mysterious veils as shapes shift my spirits lift so ends the battle of wills white and grey and slow and quick the artless curls the endless whirls ...
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The day’s not particularly bright, It’s quite cloudy, in fact. But I think that I might Just be able to enjoy it. The grass is not particularly green, It’s a little yellow, in fact. So what, it’s not fertilised, I can live with that. Nothing here is perfectly pure – The tank is growing mould, the house is getting old; But I think that that’s alright, It’s not the ugliest sight. My possessions are in the majority second-hand, I’m not the most beautiful in all the land, But I can enjoy the wave...
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*I* Red numbers flicker On the clock’s display. Here comes The Witching Hour. *II* Their eyes are clouded – How do they see? But I feel That they stare at me. *III* Begone, that foul fiend Which gives me the night scares And horrible doubts.
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Oh, wow. I had to slow down and read this over again to absorb every word. There are a few spelling and grammatical problems which sometimes got in the way of the story's flow - you should be watchful of that...although, with such a gut-wrenching story it must be difficult to look objectively at what you're actually typing. If this story is truly based on your own experiences, I'm sorry that this kind of thing could happen to anyone. *wipes tears off keyboard* I'm such a wuss. One line in par...
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This one pulled at me under the ribs. At first, Judi's rejection of the little pots you bought for her quite stung, but as the poem goes on, you better understand the reasons behind that and at the end the is a feeling of satisfaction. Sorry if this review isn't very useful (I'm not very good at looking at things in order to dissect them) - I just told you how the poem made me feel. And that's what poetry is supposed to do - evoke thought and emotion.
Oh, I wish. You just totally pulled on a sympathetic string in my body.
Beautiful. This poem reminds me of the Farseer and the Tawny Man trilogies by Robin Hobb - the focus on how time changes all, yet comes around in a circle so many of us are scared to leave. It reminds me in particular of the character Kettricken. This review might probably be useless to you, especially if you haven't read the books. Maybe you could look up a synopsis of the books but it wouldn't be the same. Sorry. Regardless, that was the feeling your poem inspired in me.
Wow. Well, intention and interpretation often differ, but it feels to me like the indented portion puts the reader into another timespace - that is, the indented portion is more outside and objective (almost like how in near-death experiences people describe themselves looking down upon themselves) - the actual physicality of what goes on when a poem is written. The rest of the poem is more introspective, describing the inside process. That's how it seems to me - maybe I went into too much de...
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