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Self Poem
Ashley
Has no self-control
Struggles with having burning knowledge
Struggles with not knowing
Values the artist in everyone
Tends to make it a big deal
Fights with herself about nothing
Hopes one day it will be happily ever after
Loves a good cuddle session
Appreciates distance
Travels to the stars
Prefers the tall ones
Feels floaty on the doorstep
Fears she'll never get a second chance
Misses what she messed up
Intends to fix her mistakes
Cherishes the moment right before
Questions the need for art
Experiences a drain without it
Considers never telling, but then she does
Plans to never do that again
Dreams, 'Did you ever think it was because it hurt too much?'
Offers nothing but expects everything
Delights in the simple-minded
Finds comfort in a hug
Sends letters without thinking
Sends herself on lost missions
Plays a person in real life, and in a person plays real life
Understands nothing, but pretends with pretty words
Doubts she'll ever find the right words
Trusts no one, but tries
Rushes into projects that never get done
Thinks of the right words, right after
Seeks simple pleasures
Shows the inside through words
Desires the desirable
Discovers she doesn't know
Longs to have it all back
Believes in caterpillars
Ashley Marlene Curnow
Ashley M.C.
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Comment by: Beck Online- 2006-12-02 06:56
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| Yeah I loved this too as already stated the third person perspective works really well after all you're writing about the person you know best. |
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very confessive, it takes some guts to be able to tear your insides out and splatter them on the wall as art, but you pulled it of! ok, that way to put it may have sounded quite goorey, but i tink you know what i meant...
great job anyways |
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That was, in two very heartfelt words, extremely beautiful.
Loved how unique your idea was on writing a poem on yourself in third person, and your emotions are so vibrant and colourful, almost like graffiti art elaborately spraycan-d (lol my spontaneous genius new invention of a word) onto a blank brick wall.
And let me tell you, graffiti art is very funky stuff =D lol
keep up the great work ! |
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