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  1. Blog
    I've tried before ( and failed miserably) to keep up writing a journal. I don't know why, but recently I've felt the urge to try again, so maybe, one day, I'll look back on it all and wonder what all the big deal was about. Or maybe see my 'glory days'. Everyone has them. And it's weird to think...
  2. Blog
    Ok, so there's not an actual poll application for blogs, but please help me out with picking a title. (regardless of if you read poetry...) If you were to choose a poetry book based on the title, would you pick up: A) Interrational Delight B) Spinning Plaid C) Attn: D) The Peak of Entropy...
  3. Guess the type
    Fab poetry. Love it. So jealous of her. I think ENFJ?
  4. The Art Museum
    The distance between us is so far Yet you are still in my thoughts you’re never too far, What is it about you when we meet You see right through me like no one can And I am free to be authentic and real To share my flaws and the things i truly feel. I’ve resisted this magnetic pull between us...
  5. Blog
    If only what she said were true The blatant lies and malice Sometimes I wish I could believe Though they leave me alone and callous If only she really had done as she said 'Barely touched me' Sometimes I wish I could believe Though it hurts more than one can see If only I were wrong...
  6. INFP Forum - The Idealists
    I find poetry analysis very enjoyable. Often fun, actually :P I can get quite excited by it. Do you enjoy it? And if so, what do you make of this poem? It's by Emily Dickinson. One of the ones I like better. This Chasm, Sweet, upon my life I mention it to you, When Sunrise through a fissure...
  7. The Art Museum
    There are many people who can string meaningless words together. Others call this dribble "poetry," but there is no meaning behind it. People write for praise, profit, and attention. I try not to. I write for me and just hope others like the works I produce. Edgar Allen Poe once wrote in an...
  8. Blog
    For when I look to the stars, and see only clouds you are there. My darling, my sweet, for whom I give so much care. Life without you would be cold and empty and bare. Lack of contact due to downed internet, sleep, it feels unfair. I feel like a kid clinging to a teddy bear. I want to hear your...
  9. Blog
    In my room I gathered everything; the bag of letters, the portrait, the pictures. My hands slid across the frame. I must say I didn't feel anything but plastic as I held the side, gazing into your painted eyes. Slowly I made my way down the stairs to the laundry room, browsing for a lighter, a...
  10. Blog
    “Organ Donor”
  11. Blog
    I wake up in the twilight Nobody sees me Nobody touches me My family dont even know me Am I invisible? Am I weird? They cannot hear me But I think they will Am I dead? Am I alive? They ignore me This is the end of my life... Erick Vera Bustamante, Ecuadorian
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    wertertert
  13. Blog
    Directions: Put your MP3 player on shuffle, and write down the first line of the first twenty songs. Post the poem that results. Who's there? I listen for your footsteps I've got another confession to make Get straight, wait here while I try to find the exit sign No matter what...
  14. Blog
    Since we all love these little indicators of the "type" of people we are... how about something from the old days. Who remembers the Monday's Child rhyme? Which are you? Monday's Child (Nursery Rhyme) Author: Unknown Monday's child is fair of face, Tuesday's child is full of grace, Wednesday's...
  15. Blog
    Melting like butter my heart succumbs to this slow burning heat It took me by surprise your love has changed me I am unafraid as the knife cuts through me Unafraid as the heat remakes I become soft and vulnerable As I spread myself in every direction Free to flow I change shape Melting into...
  16. Blog
    This is my first blog entry here. I'm gonna start by sharing a poem. I'm thinking of making this a place for my poems and other creative ideas I have. I notice that even when I'm happy, my poetry almost always expresses the darker side of myself. I just tend to be better at expressing that kind...
  17. Blog
    Well, I've made a ton of poetry over the last year. Several of them bubbling with emotion. Dark, decrepit emotion! Haha. I suppose I'll make a habit of posting my poetry here. Criticism is embraced by the way. My first poem takes the stance of my religious views as well as certain events that...
  18. Blog
    So I guess this can be a sort of cache for poetry, since I use my eljay for most of my journal-type thoughts. Though, I suppose I could cross post them if I find myself getting comfortable enough here. ^_^ Anyhow, the poem. I wrote this kind of off the wall. I honestly wonder what the subject's...
  19. Blog
    The Season of Change The steady seasons spin round A dependable rhythm of time Winter has passed to Spring Leaves are sprouting and flowers bloom Everything is fresh and clean Tiny buds unfurling into beautiful blossoms Soft crisp green blanket the ground Sweet rain fogs over the buildings The...
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