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  • Other Poetry Re: What makes us care?

    I'm not good in writing poetry in english, but I tried, here I go: What is it that makes us care? Maybe its that special person whom we have to ...

    Mar 27, 2009
  • Lyrics Re: Path (Rock)

    You still have some working on the lyrics. It was okay in sense of rhyming but You were repeating yourself abit and using the same words all over again. [quote]This ...

    Mar 27, 2009
  • Lyric Poetry Re: I Don't Know

    I really liked it! theres one sentence that really caught my eye: surrounded by people, yet all alone It was a really dramatic remark yet I'm really familiar with that ...

    Mar 27, 2009


The day, which was one of the first of spring, cheered even me by the loveliness of its sunshine and the balminess of the air. I felt emotions of gentleness and pleasure, that had long appeared dead, revive within me. Half surprised by the novelty of these sensations, I allowed myself to be borne away by them, and forgetting my solitude and deformity, dared to be happy.
— Mary Shelley, Frankenstein