Myself

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Is It any good cause this is my first poem

  • Yes 50%
  • no 50%

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ude dude
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Fri Apr 08, 2005 9:34 pm
ude dude says... · Fri Apr 08, 2005 9:34 pm
Hello this is me
I am myself
Nobody else Just myself

There is no one like me
I am my own person
Just another body but special

For I am me
And this is real
And I am my own person

~Ude Dude~
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Lollipop
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Fri Apr 08, 2005 10:37 pm
Lollipop says... · Fri Apr 08, 2005 10:37 pm
Yeah! I like this! Go you and write more! :D

~Lollipop~
Way hay!!!!
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Shadow Knight
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Fri Apr 08, 2005 10:48 pm
Shadow Knight says... · Fri Apr 08, 2005 10:48 pm
Do I need to start another chant? ok fair enough, WE WANT MORE WE WANT MORE WE WANT MORE!
Cause i'm a one man,
I'm a one man,
I'm a one man,
I'm a one man revolution.
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Harley
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Fri Apr 15, 2005 9:28 pm
Harley says... · Fri Apr 15, 2005 9:28 pm
Umm... it's not terrible, but it's not really one to be proud of. It's clear that it's your first, and with time you will improve.
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emotion_less
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Fri Apr 15, 2005 9:40 pm
emotion_less says... · Fri Apr 15, 2005 9:40 pm
Your poetry will develop the more you read other peoeple's works. Critique will help you a lot and the more you write, the easier it will come. I suggest reading around for now and observing other poets.
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Rei
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Sat Apr 16, 2005 5:28 pm
Rei says... · Sat Apr 16, 2005 5:28 pm
It's really very bland. For one thing, you make statements but don't back them up.
Please, sit down before you fall down.
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