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AGE:
21
LOC: Livingston, TX
GEN: Female
LAST LOGIN: November 27
LOC: Livingston, TX
GEN: Female
LAST LOGIN: November 27
I am Ananda Eronel Trevino.
I’m a self-proclaimed poet and composer of short stories. I’d like to think I’m pretty good, but so far everyone who has told me so has been a friend or relative. I need unbiased opinions; such opinions come best from other writers. My strongest writing skills are that I have an exceptionally broad vocabulary for my age, and that I have a good understanding of English grammar. (For this reason, people often get annoyed by my constant correcting of their speech.)
I am a Christian, so please try not to be offensive; I’m not fond of it at all. If you are at all unsure what I mean by this, feel free to ask me, and I will gladly explain.
-Ananda
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When I cry myself to sleep at night, You don’t know; Can you not see the tears on my face? When I curse you under my breath, You don’t hear; Can you not feel me resenting this place? When I look for an escape, You don’t notice; Can you not fathom my fear, my disgrace? What should I do to make it all better? Lie, like the rest, and pretend it’s all right? Continue each day to fool none but myself? I hate above all that my love was not felt, That my concern was resented, That my cares were disp...
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So much time spent Trying to make life make sense Years, days, months, hours Yet you learn nothing Go to sleep at night Toss and turn in bed Ignore all your troubles And off they seem to go Dream of simplicity Wonder about peace Try to remember What life once was As a child, life is easy Eat, sleep, daydream Repeat… and then Childhood ends Responsibility Perseverance Understanding Or the lack of it Tragedy Focus Reality Or is this fantasy So yes, for a time You think you have it All figured o...
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When others speak of 'love' They never mention pain. And it makes me wonder... How much do they know? Each day I feel A growing emptiness Something I can't repair... Can you?...Can you? There's nothing in my life Worth holding on to Well, one thing comes to mind... And it's you... I'd give it all away; I'd leave it all behind To simply stay By your side... So remember: I love you. I am here; Stay with me... I will not leave.
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Careless Fearless Boundless Thoughtless... What force is this that wanders, wonders, as I wish to sleep? Why can it not be calmed more simply, as my longing heart? What fierce imagination conjures thoughts as deft as these...? Soaring Grieving Screaming Loving... Why must I be content to suffer, sick of haunting dreams? When will I understand and see that this cannot be real...?
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Waiting Waiting Why must I wait? Why is Patience a virtue? Can I not live and have all I desire? Is all of Life waiting for something to happen; some catastrophic turn of the tide to end all and begin it again? Why must I wait? Why is Patience a virtue? Can life not be lived with a childlike haste? All of Creation suspended in gelatin waiting to move or to breathe; simply pausing until Time restarts.
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Magnificent work. It's amazing how God can help us say things to people that we may not be able to say otherwise. A poem of my own--'You're Loved'--was written for a friend of mine who couldn't--wouldn't--turn herself around, even knowing of God's eternal love. It's saddening, really, when people are like this; but that's humanity. Great job. -Ananda
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I like this a lot. The haunting image of the shadow is magnificent. I want to know when you finish this!! Great job. -Ananda
I very much like the style of this. Exceptionally surrealist. The diction is entrancing, and also I found the imagery to be very effective. The only problem I had with it was that the title, 'Purple Eyes' seemed to have no connection to the passage itself. This connection perhaps could have been made in the last paragraph as you described the girl; but as with all things, titles are the writer's discretion. Great job. -Ananda
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