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Little Ditty



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Fri Sep 30, 2005 4:16 pm
krzysxykwl says...



I wanted to write
Something deep and profound
To take me and my life
And my pen and just write
I wanted to be
The best of the best
Have everyone cheering
for me. Not the rest.
I wanted to win
To succeed just the once
See there proud, smiling faces
Peer up from the crowd
‘Cause they never believed
They never knew
They never knew
What this girl could do
They’re the ones who
Have just held me back
Have stopped me launching
My best attack
They’ve spent the years
Searing it into my brain
That I’ll never do well
That it never just rains
But it pours and it pours
And all just for me
All ‘cause of me
The rain and the storms

So this little ditty’s
For all those that thought
That my pointless life
would amount to nought

This cluster of words
mayn’t be clustered so well
But I clustered them
And I’m doing just swell

Don’t smile at me
As you wander past
Thinking “loner” “loser”
What would you know?
About what I’ve been doing
Who I am
Who I’ve been
It’s been a few years
You’ve changed
Same with me

So this little ditty
is did just for you
I may not be on top
But I will be soon
Luv Shanz
  





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Fri Sep 30, 2005 10:29 pm
forest_ofthe_nightingale says...



I liked how you really poured yourself- and your feelings- into this poem. I liked the emotion, but there are a few things you can fix.

And my pen and just write
I wanted to be
The best of the best
Have everyone cheering
for me. Not the rest.


Did you mean to rhyme there? It's hard to pull off a single rhyme among non-rhyming phrases. I reccomend you change one of the words ("rest" would probably be easier to find a different word for) for a smoother flow.
Also, some italics can be good, but if you have a lot of them close together, it can ruin the effect. get it? :D But I do like your ideas and how you really put your thoughts on "paper". Keep it up!
Never interrupt your enemy when he's making a mistake... unless it's to remind him that he won't fail... he just won't kill you.
  





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Sat Oct 01, 2005 12:32 am
Ieatworms says...



You expressed yourself very well. This could stand a little editing for grammar and spelling, but you've set the framework for a very strong poem.
  





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Sun Oct 02, 2005 1:56 am
Once Upon A Dream says...



I liked this. It had a great flow to it.
  





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Sat Oct 08, 2005 5:51 pm
zelithon says...



This poem gave me goosebumps! i just looked at it randomely to see if lyric poetry has to ryme, you will go far if you keep at it! this is exactly how i feel, i love being a loner though not in a creepy way. people think i am like they think of you they just see a "shy" girl there is a diffrence! i am not shy i just am quet and will not blurt out meaning lessly. this poem describes me exactly! i bet you dont believe me, i wouldnot believe you felt like that if you had met me before, but you wrote this seemingly be yourself, in my opinion it is perfect!
  





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Sat Oct 08, 2005 7:11 pm
FireGirl says...



This is a wonderful poem, and I think many writers can relate to this. Most of us are teased or are bullied just because we can WRITE.

Writers are the spinners of tales and the benders of truth...
We cannot kindle when we will;
The Fire in which our heart resides;
The spirit bloweth and is still,
In mystery our soul abides.
  





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Sat Oct 08, 2005 7:24 pm
zelithon says...



just to set thinks strait, i am not trying to be mean but though this i feel like this poem decribes, i dont alouw anyone to tease or ully me
  





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Sat Oct 15, 2005 4:21 am
Crayon says...



I really do love this poem, I think it describes everybody in some way or another and that anybody who reads this can relate to it, everybody has had somebody say they would amount to nothing and you have managed to put this on "Paper", really great job, there are just a couple of things.



I wanted to write
Something deep and profound
To take me and my life
And my pen and just write
I wanted to be
The best of the best
Have everyone cheering
for me. Not the rest.


I really liked the beginning, but like forest_ofthe_nightingale asked was it ment to rhym? It is good it just seems a little out of place, really grabed my attention though.

I wanted to win
To succeed just the once
See there proud, smiling faces
Peer up from the crowd
‘Cause they never believed


Just asking was it meant to be 'the once' or 'this once'

other wize i loved it
Trying to survive "sweet sixteen."
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Sat Oct 15, 2005 10:49 am
Twinkling Starz says...



Wow, this a great poem. You can edit it a bit, but its great how it is.

Good work!
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Sun Oct 16, 2005 9:50 pm
Fireweed says...



nice! it reminded me of a dr. suess poem because of the sing- song rhyming, but at the same time it seemed serious and meaningful. i like how it seems light hearted, almost like a childrens poem, but really its much deeper...
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Thu Oct 20, 2005 2:14 am
Boni_Bee says...



I think this poem was great! It actually made me smile (not at you,), but I like how some of it was ryming, and the rest was more serious. Although it was a bit repetetive, I think it was very good!!!
  








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