StrengthA Poem by AchingAlexandraMeh, Me babbling, like I always do.
The act of writing can lift a heart,
but in the nest line it can squeeze it, Lines and words can run together, they can be short, they can be long, maybe even one word. It can ease a mind, But also burden it, It can aid the pain, But create more. Writing can be a school project, or a pleasurable hobby. Some enjoy it, and others don't. People judge people on what they write about, how they act, what they wear, anything they can. Some people can't handle the critics, bullies, and the dreaded Preps. They take their strength from writing. I take my strength from my friends, my writing, and knowing that they are just mad cause they can't write and express themselves as freely as I choose. Oddities are fun, being weird, amusing. Sure, I usually wear black, I cut myself, and I wear dark make-up (when I WEAR make-up) But I don't let anyone tell me to be who I don't want to be. And you shouldn't either. Express yourself, and draw strength from your writing. © 2010 AchingAlexandra |
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1 Review Added on August 26, 2010 Last Updated on August 26, 2010 AuthorAchingAlexandraCanadaAboutI'm a really nice person, but I have a lot of issues. I love writing, it helps ebb the regular pain I have. First name: Courtney Middle Name: Alexandra I'm purely myself. I don't change to fit.. more..Writing
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