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samiam

  • Other Poetry Re: What They Wanted.

    hahahah oh god. i wrote this on impulse at 2 in the morning last night.. thank you for being so open minded, Im going to see what I can do ...

    Jul 23, 2010
  • Other Poetry Re: What They Wanted.

    haha this probably doesn't make any sense. i know it needs aalotttta work. just give me any advice.. i need it. ------old poem--------------- The ground is clustered by stereotypes. Like ...

    Jul 23, 2010
  • Other Poetry Re: What I Never Said

    I love that you are changing up your usual style! It is always good to do to keep your writing freshly inspired. I have fallin in love with th first ...

    Jul 23, 2010
  • Other Poetry Re: Mosquito

    Different points of view always interest me, and this is definitley a new one! I love how you give the mosquitoe a personality all its own, it really adds life ...

    Jul 23, 2010
  • Other Poetry Re: Fake beauty

    wow.. Its funny how so little words can mean so much when you put them together haha. i honestly know what its like to be the girl in this poem. ...

    Jul 23, 2010
  • Dramatic Poetry Re: Breathing Insanity

    This is my first review haha. but first of all, I really loved this poem. Reading what you wrote, I could relate to the emotions and feelings you were trying ...

    Jul 23, 2010
  • Dramatic Poetry Re: fear.

    this was about a confusing, messy breakup and about the fear that came with having to move on. i no its a little abstract, but that's pretty much the idea ...

    Mar 12, 2010
  • Other Poetry Re: drainingyou.

    Im laying in this lukewarm bathwater. A passionate love gone cold. Im watching the faucet drip, drip, drip. When did this relationship grow old? Im counting all of the bathroom ...

    Feb 8, 2010
  • Dramatic Poetry Re: Him.

    Im having troubles on how to end it? i always get stuck.. ------------------------------------------------------------------ If you looked into my eyes, you wouldn't see all the dead butterflies. If y

    Sep 6, 2009


When we are children we seldom think of the future. This innocence leaves us free to enjoy ourselves as few adults can. The day we fret about the future is the day we leave our childhood behind.
— Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind