I often times feel like this, Abashed, Abused, alone.. I have two spectrum's to myself, The hopeless romantic, and the Psychotic freak. This poem is written very well, Its expressionism is well beyond depth, it pierces the very core of the heart. This is definitely a favorite of mine, and I look forward to reading more from you!
I often times feel like this, Abashed, Abused, alone.. I have two spectrum's to myself, The hopeless romantic, and the Psychotic freak. This poem is written very well, Its expressionism is well beyond depth, it pierces the very core of the heart. This is definitely a favorite of mine, and I look forward to reading more from you!
"I am everything you don't want to see"
Great ending; it really tied the whole thing together. Like that rug from the Big Lebowski. I think this deserves a nice 100 because you stepped out of your comfort zone and nailed it.
Posted 12 Years Ago
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12 Years Ago
Wow, thank you so much. Really, it means a lot. (:
I cannot believe you are only sixteen with how brilliant this write is....Everything is so well and beautifully descripted...The changing of the grass, the wilting of the branches, everything so descriptive and stunning...I just cannot believe that you are only sixteen, I can only imagine if you keep your writing skills growing...By the time your in your twenties your going to be another Poe, Whittman, Thomas, or maybe even greater!!! Keep up the great writing Kelsey and don't stop growing your skills...
Posted 12 Years Ago
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12 Years Ago
That's quite possibly the sweetest thing anyone's ever said about my writing. Thank you so much, I'l.. read moreThat's quite possibly the sweetest thing anyone's ever said about my writing. Thank you so much, I'll definitely continue to do what I love, and hopefully improve on it a lot. Thanks again! xo
"It's funny how our past frames us; how the person we used to be never lets loose of the person we are. Past failures and disappointments, even victories take hold of us. They haunt us like ghosts, or.. more..