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I've always been in love with poetry (usually free verse and with emotion, though), and I've written some of my own. So, um, if it's okay with you guys, then I...shall post some. *nods* Mhm. Yep.
Speaking My Mind
When I’m alone, I think.
When I think, I start to form words.
But then, those words become bigger and bigger; more and more.
I begin to thread those words together, into long lines.
As if it was popcorn on a string during Christmas.
Thread and thread.
Those words slowly become sentences.
And then a final phrase.
A phrase of words that mean something.
Some people may call that poetry.
A work of art.
I simply call it
Speaking
My
Mind.
Secrets
Secrets
A simple word
I tell you a secret, and you tell me a secret
But the simplicity of that word
It does not even begin to explain the meaning
The consequences of breaking a promise
How much it can spread if it leaves your mouth
People today act without thinking
And when you don’t think
You may just slip out a secret
And then the dominos slowly fall
Knocking over each other, a chain reaction
And like that
You may just lose the one who told you that secret
The meaning of a secret
Is almost a promise
Something that shouldn’t be broken
A simple word with a massive meaning
Secrets
My Life
It’s funny
I live two lives
One at school
And one at home
A thief
And a beggar
Both looking for attention
One who steals the spotlight
And one who yearns to be in it
Funny indeed
My life
Sorry, ah, I guess it's a bit serious. For such a...not serious blog....But, yeah! I sometimes get a little sad and so I start to get creative in my head, and that stuff just...pops up. It's pretty cool, no? If you're looking for more poetry, and probably better poetry than mine, I found a site that's full of things all about poetry. Anyways, until next time, my lovelies~
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