Biography of Unintelligible Susurration
I am Unintelligible Susurration, which basically means a whisper not being able to be understood. I have chosen to stay anonymous just because. I find it interesting when authors publish their works under aliases and pseudonyms. But if you really want to know what my name is then you'll have to keep your eyes open. ;)
I am a girl.
I like reading, writing, baking, cooking, and eating ice cream.
The first poem I remember reading was maggie and millie and molly and may.
My favorite poets are: Pablo Neruda, Charles Dickens, and Emily Dickinson.
I discovered an interest in inditing when I was introduced to it in school.
Also, I was influenced to write by a very dear friend of mine who is a wonderful poet. His name is Zachary.
My poems can mostly be classified as gloomy love poems. I also write about whatever comes to mind. The poems I write pertain to me on occasion but not entirely.
Sometimes throughout the day, little verses pop into my mind and from that I modify and piece them together to create a poem. This is how a lot of my poems come to be.
I hope anyone who reads my poems can reflect and ponder their life and become inspired by them. This is my ultimate goal. If this cannot be achieved then I simply wish my readers be entertained whether it is in a positive or negative way.
Best of luck in life and in writing to everyone.
Always maintain a pencil at hand.~
Unintelligible Susurration Poems
I Have Changed
I have changed each time more and more. I guess you can't accept that change is
Another birthday passes by and not a single person seems to know that it is Each day I grow older
Admire From Afar
Different paths different dreams I don't understand Why can't I be in those teams? One day we will rendezvous
What Is Love?
Is love An object of interest So intense It ruptures the heart
Wondering Who You Love
All this time I've been wondering Who you love Because it is not me.
He runs like a cheetah after its prey. He must be quick or else lose his chance
"I do this every time, It is nothing new. As loving a best friend is friendship suicide, So I will make sure it is duly noted.
Top Of The World
I stand At the top of the world Such wondrous view Brings me to tears
How much time Before I die? It seems to me Time has stopped,
Envy (Of Love)
Envy of the posterior secrecy of delirious love Mark the streaks of the waning tears Reflecting green poison darts Killing me with your amiable chivalry
Losing everything that you've found All of it torn to shreds like the feeling That never was It was all a fake play
Whisper Of The Wind
Is it wrong to be silent when inside I really want to show my true colors? What if I had told him
LOL, hur i am waisting mai tyme useing a device tht wuz once used 2 call 'nd say 'Hello'
We Are At War
Cotton strewn across the sky A ball of sunshine glimmers uniquely Drummers begin your march
The Sound Of Guilt
The sound follows me
Wherever I go
I ask if they can hear it
They only say no
I seem to have gone mad
But I know I have not
For I still am conscious
And know I will not rot