Stories are more my thing, poems I write when I need to write. The sudden urge that makes me itch to have to write something down on paper. Paper and a computer are two different things completley. It's depressing when someone carries arounda computer and forgets pencil to paper.
But whatever, that's really your own decision. If you want to comment go right on ahead. If you contact me about reading your own poems that might be a totally different thing. I might read it, but there's a good chance that I'm not. Sorry, but I don't get on very much and I have way too much to do.
I must admitt that a lot of my poems are depressing in themesleves, but hey it makes you feel better if when you read a happty poem. Edgar Allen Poe was a good writer after all.
There she stands across the street,
Her eyes are down,
Her hair is over her face,
Yet she sees you.
...
Is it just a dream?
Or possibly a far off reality.
It doesn't seem real,
Maybe it's just an illusion.
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The curse is binding,
The curse is on you.
Tell me, will you wait
For your ever prince charming.
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Look down as they all look at you.
They watch and clap,
For you in just a moment.
They think that its amazing
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