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Do any of you girls write poetry, or stories?
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Jade19
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jaded said:I would love to read some of your poetry.
I enjoy writing, but don't really write poetry or stories anymore - when I do, it's just for me to vent, and I wouldn't really want anyone reading it...my poetry probably sucks. LOL. I really enjoy journal-writing though.
That is was i write about .....venting is amazing thru poetry...... i bet yours does not suck because it has meaning.....what type of poem would u want to hear?? Drugs....relationships....parents....death.....metaphors in life what ever i got tons id like someones opinion real bad
I have at least 4 notebooks full of poetry. It would be interesting to dig them up, I think I may do that.Jade19 said:I write a lot of poetry and i love to read it. Anyone interested in reading/sharing their own writings?? I'd love too get some opinions on mine!
If you want to post your writings, go right ahead girl - I'll give ya some feedback
Lady Viking
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same herejaded said:
Jade19
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*Bunny* said:I have at least 4 notebooks full of poetry. It would be interesting to dig them up, I think I may do that.
If you want to post your writings, go right ahead girl - I'll give ya some feedback
You should post them in here, I love to read others poetry! Well I will post one or 2 right now....The first one is about my best friend, she was raped when we were young and was diagnosed with HIV, thats was when we were only 13 yrs old!
Best Friend
It’s late and I can’t seem to sleep,
In thought my soul is deep.
Why? Question circles my mind,
I need our friendships special bind.
Your getting sick day by day,
Thank you I have to say.
Denial was my issue,
Now all I think is how much I will miss you.
Time seems to be running shorter best friend.
It’s late and I can’t seem to sleep,
Our bond in my heart I will keep.
Just wondering what the world will bring me to meet,
I tell you as you take a seat.
You tell me not to worry,
You understand as always and have faith in me.
I feel so helpless now as I begin to lose you best friend,
I asked God not to let you go.
I told him we were meant to see each others families
and grow old.
Best Friend It’s late and I can’t seem to sleep,
Now wanting to realize this as I weep.
Who will I tell everything to?
Especially when I’m feeling blue.
What will I do once your gone?
Who else will like all the same songs?
Incredibly how I love you so,
Best Friend I beg,
Please don’t go.
Sassy69
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I have an outline for a children's book about lobsters. The challenge has been 1) illustrating it (how do u make a lobster look cute...?) and 2) how to deal w/ the reality that divers pick up lobsters, rip their tails off & cook them on the grill without freakign out little kids.
I don't write so much because I write software specifications for a living and the challenge is to present the requirements & business cases such that non-tech people can read them. When I'm done w/ that, I feel like my brain is exhausted. LOL!
I don't write so much because I write software specifications for a living and the challenge is to present the requirements & business cases such that non-tech people can read them. When I'm done w/ that, I feel like my brain is exhausted. LOL!
Wow I am VERY sorry to hear about your BFJade19 said:You should post them in here, I love to read others poetry! Well I will post one or 2 right now....The first one is about my best friend, she was raped when we were young and was diagnosed with HIV, thats was when we were only 13 yrs old!
. I am glad you use writing as your outlet to vent and show your true emotions about issues you are confronted with in life.
I think alot of people will be able to relate to the poems in general.... I've found others are a little more reserved about sharing his/her most intimate thoughts, while others NEED to put em out there.
Share away girly
I need to soak. Be back in a bit.
Just because this popped in my head...Sassy69 said:
still not very cute
http://www.tripletsandus.com/disney/sebastian.htm
Jade19
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*Bunny* said:
I always loved that movie
Thanks for letting me write a few, hope you have a good soak!
The poem is about some of my best friends whom i lived with....they all got really bad into meth, Not trying to Lie I did it with them but not like them or nearly as much. All day everyday, shooting it up uhhhh! I moved out and they lost the apt, I couldnt handle it ne more they sold it, had guns at the apt and sh#t....
Going down these roads they never seem to end,
Keep on coming back to this same sort of bend.
Keep on living a fast life;
Never seems to be complete,
These addictions now becoming harder to defeat.
So then I quit turn my back,
Wishing this time I'll stay on the right track.
Going down these roads in life they never seem to end,
Good people turn bad no longer can i can them friend.
Untrustworthy liers who only care about and love their drug,
Day by day their graves are getting ready to be dug.
Most of them do not see the sun,
Or at least for all its worth,
Helping others find the beauty on this place that we call earth.
Watching friends take this road with great speed,
Leaving behind all the things they used to need.
Eventually they loose their self-respect,
Addicted, careless and unable to direct.
No interest in wanting to improve,
Now lost all they had to loose.
Oneway began on the road they could not resist,
People they once were no longer can exist.
Some choose to know the land,
Some choose to wander in the sea;
Guess it depends on what you consider to be free.
PaganPunkstress
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I love to read and write poetry.
I used to write alot but now w/ 3 kiddos and college I havent made the time to.
I used to write alot but now w/ 3 kiddos and college I havent made the time to.
Old journal entry:
I write and I write. I compose in my head, in the car on the highway and winding roads. In the shower, the bath, in bed drifting in and out of consciousness or while walking my dog. Over and over the imagery emits through my head. Topics, notions, feelings, thoughts, emotions perceived and sometime acted on, it's endless the words flow like water. Like water atop a waterfall or like water from the faucet in the bath. Seductive. The words like the water are cloudy at times and partially opaque streaming down with rising steam. The words passionate in meaning give way to heat, the heat of choice; choices presented to but not always widely taken or pursued.
The heat is unbearable; too hot to ignore it just clicks somehow. Somehow change becomes apparent, it just happens without control. I wonder if I can write fast enough, will I miss the chance, will I find myself back at the start again.
It's not different exactly, just better timed I suppose, hotter, or perhaps not as hot enough to hold, to grasp and evolve with.
I write and I write. I compose in my head, in the car on the highway and winding roads. In the shower, the bath, in bed drifting in and out of consciousness or while walking my dog. Over and over the imagery emits through my head. Topics, notions, feelings, thoughts, emotions perceived and sometime acted on, it's endless the words flow like water. Like water atop a waterfall or like water from the faucet in the bath. Seductive. The words like the water are cloudy at times and partially opaque streaming down with rising steam. The words passionate in meaning give way to heat, the heat of choice; choices presented to but not always widely taken or pursued.
The heat is unbearable; too hot to ignore it just clicks somehow. Somehow change becomes apparent, it just happens without control. I wonder if I can write fast enough, will I miss the chance, will I find myself back at the start again.
It's not different exactly, just better timed I suppose, hotter, or perhaps not as hot enough to hold, to grasp and evolve with.
I have about 10 or so poems on Literotica in the non-erotic section. Havent written in a while though.
necia
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Here's one I wrote some time ago:
Sweet Misery
By: Chanecia
You was the sweetest misery
One could ever encounter
But encounter you I did
And you stayed with me for a long bid
You was always there for me
When I went through changes
I never realized you was the cause
of those changes
But I loved you
My sweet Misery
When we rolled, we rolled hard
Despite the fact you made me act odd
You was my bitch
Do or die, for you always scratched
When I itched
Stayed up with me all night
Then shielded me from the day light
Soothed my twisted stomach knots
For you I had the hots
Oh how I loved you
My sweet Misery
I remember our first meeting
What an euphoric greeting
I never once contemplated
The mental beating
I would have to endure
For the price of
Having you as my whore
Your fragrance was overwhelming
Your taste was oh so bitter
Yet so very sweet
Falling for you was easy
My Sweet Misery
Your looks was on the money
Fine, and oh so pure
Had me acting like some dummy
And looking like a mummy
But I knew I was your honey
Pretty soon I came across some hard
times
And regardless of how many of your
lines
My times just got worst and worst
I had dreams of me in a hearse
You no longer soothed me
Like that hot cup of tea
I knew what it had to be
A break up with misery
The break up was rough
But enough was enough
And enough I had, had
I miss you not even a tad
My Sweet Misery
Is Nothing More than History
Sweet Misery
By: Chanecia
You was the sweetest misery
One could ever encounter
But encounter you I did
And you stayed with me for a long bid
You was always there for me
When I went through changes
I never realized you was the cause
of those changes
But I loved you
My sweet Misery
When we rolled, we rolled hard
Despite the fact you made me act odd
You was my bitch
Do or die, for you always scratched
When I itched
Stayed up with me all night
Then shielded me from the day light
Soothed my twisted stomach knots
For you I had the hots
Oh how I loved you
My sweet Misery
I remember our first meeting
What an euphoric greeting
I never once contemplated
The mental beating
I would have to endure
For the price of
Having you as my whore
Your fragrance was overwhelming
Your taste was oh so bitter
Yet so very sweet
Falling for you was easy
My Sweet Misery
Your looks was on the money
Fine, and oh so pure
Had me acting like some dummy
And looking like a mummy
But I knew I was your honey
Pretty soon I came across some hard
times
And regardless of how many of your
lines
My times just got worst and worst
I had dreams of me in a hearse
You no longer soothed me
Like that hot cup of tea
I knew what it had to be
A break up with misery
The break up was rough
But enough was enough
And enough I had, had
I miss you not even a tad
My Sweet Misery
Is Nothing More than History
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