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A/N:  To tell you guys before head, this is the first "entry" of a diary I made for an imaginary girl I made up, Teresa Demor Draken.  For poems and "diary entries" that are "made" by Teresa, the title will say "From the Diary of Teresa Demor Draken", indicating that these writings are in "her diary".  All of these writings are made by me, there is no actual diary that I got this based on.

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April 15, 2003:

I learned how to

Read and write

At the age of 3,

Little words and

BIG words like

'Apple' and 'Green',

'Extraordinary' and Injustice',

Like I am a real author.

A poet actually.

Everyone says that I got my

Poetry from my Mommy.

But I also got my

Words from my Daddy.

Daddy is an author and artist,

Which is totally

Cool and Awesome.

I wish I can be

Like Him, 

My Hero.

When my Daddy read one of

My poems at age 3,

He swept me into a

Big hug,

A sensation of flying and giggling,

And

Smiled real big.

“You are one special girl, Teresa,” he said,

His gentle dark grey eyes

Gazing at

Me,

Like a Daddy should.

No, I’m not the

Special

One.

He Is.

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As you mention the age at the beginning it makes the poem age specific.you have to think and write like a three year old and telling simple things in simple words is not always that easy as it seems. i like your thought and i can see you have worked well here, however i have some suggestions[ please don't think me too nosy, i just feel these could make the poem beter]
in this like-
"Like I am a professional author."
you may use the word "real" in place of professional for two reasons- first that a 3 year old hardly use such heavy words even if they know it, and second is that a heart and soul author should not be called professional- it sounds commercial.
then in ,"Which is totally

Cool

And

Awesome." i think you could write all these words in a single line itself. you see it not only matters how well you write but your presentation too plays a big role. when you split the sentence into fragments as this the reader needs to jump their focus time and again and this makes then irritable. it also makes your poem look too long that dampens interest.
again you said your skill of poetry was from your mother, but you called your father the author. this is quite confusing so you may as well omit the part of your mother as she doesn't seem to cover much in the later part of the poem also.
keep writing and you will surely do well
enjoy YWSing
Rituparna

Thanks, I'll keep all of that in mind. :D

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Willard
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Willard wrote a review · Sun Jun 14, 2015 8:22 pm

Hey, yo, RockenMageSammy! Strange here on this fantastic day and I have a review for you!
I take as this is the opening to a series of poetry, which is unique. The problem with it is that you have to have a good set up to hook an audience in. This goes for every piece of media. Television shows don't last long if they have a sucky opening, neither do albums or artists. For example, in the album Pet Sounds by the Beach Boys, they start off with a classic in "Wouldn't It Be Nice?". It wouldn't be a nice album if that song wasn't good, but it was. Is this poem nice? Wouldn't it be nice to love this poem?

The first thing I noticed is the format. It feels personal in a good and bad way. The MC is revealing themself in this journal, making them vulnerable to anything. It's nice to get a bit of exposure in poetry. You ought to make it exposed and emotional. I give props to that. The thing is, you have to deliver. If you can't capitalize your point, then what's the point? If you don't make it intimate, it'll seem flat.

I personally couldn't get that interested in the girl. Though she was exposed, she wasn't exposed enough. It's hard to explain. A request for the next entry I. This journal is to make it a bit more personal. You did an evidently good job at setting up. Why is her dad special? It keeps me intrigued. It was also pretty neat that you ended the poem that way. It's a pretty darn neat setup for the next entry.

I'm willing to read the next poem, seeing the setup you have now. The flow is clean, except for a few parts that obviously used punctuation by chopping up the middle. A five word line, then a three word line, then two one words. It's like rafting on a white water river. It's fun when the bumps are better coordinated. Story seems interesting. I don't know. I can say I am invested, though.

Good job, keep writing, and stay groovy!

Thanks so much for the feedback! :D

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LittleFox
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Hello there, LittleFox here to review :)

First things first I really like this idea of a little, and remarkably intellectual girl writing poetry in her diary. I do think it would be nicer with a bit more detail to show the girl's personality. Children, intellectual or not, notice small details that adults tend to ignore. Try to put yourself in her place and imagine what details she might she what would she might compare them to. Little details can add a lot of flavor to your work.

Anyway I like that there seems to be some subtle hinting of things below the surface. Like, why does the girl think the father is special rather than herself? I think it would be very interesting to see more poems continuing off of this, so keep up the good work :D.

Hope this review was helpful!
-LittleFox

Thanks for the feedback, I'll try to improve the poem. :D And I wanted to make the answer of "Why is he so special?" as we get further into the diary, but I think adding in some details will work just find. :)



We shall not cease from exploration, and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time.
— T.S. Eliot