Rank II
An early post, but still explains my thoughts, although it's maybe a bit harsher than I feel now..
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The Silent Man
For the silent man, His river runs very deep, Many think him mute in his speech, No one actually knows him, Or his thoughts or his feelings.
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The Power Of Words.
Dive into the mind, make your writing live. Grab your pen close your eyes and feel the zen.
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Art…
A way to express myself. Something that lets me escape the world. Whether its straight lines or swirls uncurled. Art is my own little island where I'm safe from harm. Where no one can cause me alarm.
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Music…
Lets the mind rest. Sets the soul free. Lets me be me. Heart is in tune with every beat. And makes you move your feet. Whether it's elegance or speed, Music is a beautiful thing I need.
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I Love Paint
#Household @Stablish. I love paint. It's so versatile. It beats wallpapering. By a mile. Choose a colour. To suit your mood. Or paint a mural. That's a little bit rude. You can paint the town red.
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Fancy Dress
A party, you say. For @iPuss, today. Guess I must get ready. I'm always the best At fancy dress Costume ideas come a plenty. The hard part lies In when I decide Which character I should portray.
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Words
A way with words is what they say, I never knew before this day. A smile upon my face when I write something I think is good, a scowl when it's not understood.
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Ohana.
-Ohana means 'family' in Hawaiian- To me, Opuss is family. A family that's mine. A family I've come to love, To cherish; so divine.
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No Offence
My poems are thoughts. That come from my mind. Some of them dirty. Some can be kind. I can write fiction. Or even the truth. My sexual poems. Go through the roof. Sometimes you won't like.
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Creative Side
People who've not met me Know little of me. People who know me Have never met me. Am I the only one who keeps their creative side a secret from the world.
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D.A.N.C.E
I danced through the night. And slept through the day. I'm becoming nocturnal. Waltzing on the bay. Jiving on the jet. Jumping on the grass. Fox trot on the field. Singing to the brass.
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I LOVE To Write!!!
Somtimes people ask me why I write That it's weird, and call me strange they might So what I say right to their face With as many emotions as I could place Is "Writing is what I like to do And did I...
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Good To Dance
I love to dance. To feel the beat of the song travel through my body. I like to move my body to the rhythm. To set my soul free to the bass. To sway or bust a move. Dance with my friends or with a...
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Ode To Opuss
I used to write my poetry in a notebook, Thoughts and feelings for only my eyes to see But since downloading my new best friend Opuss, My words have become liberated and free And although perhaps...
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[Picture]
If a picture paints a thousand words. Then why are none of mine heard. My drawing isn't perfect. Both most certainly worth it. I draw rainbows and sunsets. When I'm not upset.
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Start Over
I thought I'd start this again so..... Hi, my name is Caitlin Foster, I'm 12 years old and my birthday is in 10 days. English literature is my everything and I love poetry expessially.
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Inspiration
I nspiration, an amazing thing. N othing can compare. S ometimes the truth just rings. P ulls your strings, and makes you care. I t's great to share with mates. R especting each others work.
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I Think I'll Write!
I think I'll write a poem Maybe a joke or rhyme A blog, a story, ballad, script- Just something to call mine...
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Untitled
Maybe the bridge burns. Lots of twists and turns. Maybe we all fall. I'll get up and carry on tall. Stuff happens I get it. I'm not throwing any fit. Just here to express. Not a violent protest.
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Writer's Fight
We as writers do as what we were born to do...
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Paper And Pen
Once upon a time In a garden full of rhyme The paper not alone - He's with a friend of mine. My friend the pen Writes of now and then Of what we've done Of mice - and men.
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The Sun Award
You have nothing left to say. Original nor creative today. Brain is in overdrive. Thoughts about another life. Crazy got me down and lazy. Memories dissolve and hazy. Heads smash against a brick wall.
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Igor
Mom looks down on me sometimes because I write in my diary too much. People say I'm immature because I like Kawaii diary stickers, plushies, collector dolls, because I quote Manson too much.
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