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Post by Marielle on Aug 23, 2011 20:46:23 GMT -6
Because one thread on Warriors forums was not enough. XD
I'll review anyone's poetry if they want me to. I promise to be fair, but I will give constructive criticism. It would make me happy if someone reviewed my poetry in return, but it's not necessary I guess.
;D (These emoticons are so cute!)
ooh, teletype. what does it do??
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Post by Marielle on Aug 23, 2011 20:51:09 GMT -6
Someday I'll win an Oscar for acting out my life; Each day a different person, but which of them am I? Knowing should be easy, "Just be yourself," they say. But how can I tell, this blind and lost, For each day I am reborn as someone completely different-- the world through brand-new eyes. Who are you to say you know me: is there even a me to know? What is this flimsy "knowing" of people-- Who told you? How can you be so wise to tell me who I am? I can only dream about what it's like to be out in the light where every string is clear. Reminiscing about a life I never had, Blundering, lost in my own head, maybe this is me.
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Post by Katrina on Sept 10, 2011 12:37:17 GMT -6
Star, you know my poem Crying? I entered it into a contest and made it to the finals- and it's INTERNATIONAL!!!!!! It's going to be PUBLISHED! And I could win a thousand bucks!
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Post by Marielle on Sept 10, 2011 18:47:17 GMT -6
Wait are you serious?! To which contest?! The name is familiar, but I've read many of your poems: post it?
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Post by Katrina on Sept 10, 2011 19:55:46 GMT -6
Yes! The World Poetry Movement put me in the finals of the International Open Poetry Contest. Crying The skies open up Whispering secrets, crying rain The winds are cold Is it all in vain? Is all that life is a nightmare And not a dream? Waiting, lurking like shadows inside a core? A core of pain, a core of fear The darkness is near Those safe inside aren't opening the door They don't see They don't know They don't know that you and I aren't returning Not anymore....
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Post by acebopata on Sept 11, 2011 13:29:14 GMT -6
Something I worte yesterday. Not nessacerly about 9/11, but it can be used for the event.
"Long ago, I sat with the whims of the tiny bugs, and sought the knowage of the forogten wise ones, And then I cried when I saw the side's great hate, O' a great war of words, over the ideal's create."
"And trus I weeped when the building's bombed And my heart sank by the early's thawn for all had hated, and I found none clean withdrawing myself form the world, I finnaly felt free."
"But my mind went back to the one's who remain, indeed, tis wasn't wright they layed with mur and tears, And thrus because of that I vowed to help out and never hate or anger, not in fear or in doubt."
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Post by Katrina on Sept 11, 2011 14:37:07 GMT -6
Hi, Ace.
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Post by acebopata on Sept 11, 2011 14:50:28 GMT -6
Hi Kat!
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Post by Katrina on Sept 11, 2011 15:06:35 GMT -6
Go to the live chat here, see you there
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Post by Maddy on Sept 11, 2011 15:29:35 GMT -6
Oh my Gosh! That's awesome Kat!
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Post by Katrina on Sept 11, 2011 16:28:15 GMT -6
Yes it is!
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Post by Marielle on Sept 11, 2011 18:32:00 GMT -6
Oh hey, I remember reviewing that! I hope you win!
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Post by Katrina on Sept 11, 2011 18:58:30 GMT -6
I have to proofread it and explain it, not sure what the meaning IS...
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Post by Marielle on Sept 12, 2011 16:49:36 GMT -6
Okay. I don't get the line "Is all that life is a nightmare/and not a dream?".
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Post by Katrina on Sept 12, 2011 17:53:58 GMT -6
Kind of "Why is life a living hell? Why can't it be a fantasy?"
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