My Fellow Writers

My Fellow Writers

A Poem by Mauricio Montoya
"

If a may say

"
 

To all my fellow writers

if I may display

we as free press fighters

want our art to always convey

we're equal in what we etch on page

whether it be simply love

or just a fit of rage,

still

will value,

and cherish,

what we read

for ever and ever

til,

the end of time.


By Mauricio Montoya

© 2011 Mauricio Montoya


Author's Note

Mauricio Montoya
I was drunk when I wrote this

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A drunk soul always speaks in a wise mind, giving their truth for all who will hear. It is important to value what others share as writers. Even if one doesn't understand or agree with them it is nothing wrong with respecting them. I have seen reviews where people are just cruel and to me it shows their own lack of intelligence no matter how smart they think they are.

There are more than one way to write and still even more ways to enjoying what is written.

Posted 14 Years Ago


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This was great even if you were drunk.
♥ Ta'Shandra

Posted 13 Years Ago


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i think thats the beauty of writing, the freedom of expressing your-self through words. Great job on this peice. i think it expresses that feeling of freedom brilliantly.

Posted 13 Years Ago


*Laughs at the author's note* PRECIOUS. Your creativity and strength in words doesnt fade even when you're quarter-concious. Beautiful, and encouraging. Thank you for sharing.

-Wella.

Posted 13 Years Ago


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your heart and mind are one with this message. I concur and believe the same sentiments. Good felling capture Mauricio.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

A drunk soul always speaks in a wise mind, giving their truth for all who will hear. It is important to value what others share as writers. Even if one doesn't understand or agree with them it is nothing wrong with respecting them. I have seen reviews where people are just cruel and to me it shows their own lack of intelligence no matter how smart they think they are.

There are more than one way to write and still even more ways to enjoying what is written.

Posted 14 Years Ago


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i enjoy writing about love because love is the daily meditation of my heart. even though lots of problems that happend to me, still i want to keep this loving heart of mine strong with faith for my Heavenly Father for He is my beloved sweet divine :) awesome poems and i agree writing can give reliefe from pain rage anger or what ever situation your in. but toward others i just love being a bunch of sunshine :)

Posted 14 Years Ago


aren't we all. Drunk I mean. I find it easier to write when I'm drunk, whether it be that I don't care what I'm saying or if I'm really just that much better.

Posted 14 Years Ago


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Drunk or not, it was a great write.

Posted 14 Years Ago


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hahahahahahahahahaha very funny keep it up

Posted 14 Years Ago


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haha, if you can do while you're drunk then what can you do when your high? lol this is excellent. i like the rage part (consodering most of my poems have it) haha.... beast.

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Mauricio Montoya
Mauricio Montoya

oakland, CA



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Love to draw and cook from time to time, when I'm not drawing I’ll write poems. My favorite poet is Edgar Allen Poe. more..

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