The Story of Me
The Abridged “Cliff Notes” Version
Enter, Stage Right
Not much to tell
So this will be quick
Nothing special happened
Though many memorable moments
I was born smart
More clever than most
But sadly, I did not apply
My mind to its full potential
I’ve fallen in love
And then out of love
Once, twice, maybe thrice
And now, fallen in love once more
I led a quiet life
Never been famous
Never been filthy rich
Done nothing exceptional
Children I raised
Fine, grown up now
I’m glad they’re not like me
They’ll realize all of their dreams
Others, I help
Whenever I could
I try to pay it forward
Hoping to get it on the flipside
Some I’ve rubbed
The wrong way, and so
I hope they will forgive me
Before I leave starship Earth
The story of me
Quite long in years
Short on accomplishments
A busload of pleasant memories
Exit, stage left
Vic Evora 08-26-2015
Look, I am not a professional writer. But I do have a passion. And if you look you will find. If you wish to see, read my poems A Poem About A Soldier, My Bed Of Clouds, A Piece of My Soul, The Beauty of the Storm, and This Bottle of Mine. They're some of the best I've written. And if you enjoy them, don't be afraid to follow me. I don't bite. And I will probably follow you back. However, don't take everything in my poems as reality. Sometimes I just write what is on my mind. I love you all! :)
"A simple writer in a simple world. But wait, the world is not so simple is it? There is no right or wrong. Just a jumble of events that people judge. Everything that is wrong is right, and everything that is right is wrong. How are we to know the difference? As human beings we are inclined to make mistakes. It is simply in our nature. But are those mistakes really mistakes? Like the color blue, ever since we were young we were told what things were. But how do we know that once upon a time the color we now call blue wasn't orange or yellow? We don't know. So tell me, is right wrong or is wrong right?"
Everything in life is a matter of perspective. What we think and feel are all temporary and fading shreds that fluctuate based on our perception. Poetry is the art of eloquently and passionately jotting down our attempts at understanding what we perceive and how it evolves. I can't say that everything I offer here is pleasant truthfully most of it is probably not. I write to release it helps me cope with what is going on around me. These are the peaks of my ever changing thoughts, feelings and experiences. I hope you are able to find something useful in them.
Found new love for poetry.
A youngster who is seeking improvements in writing poetry, criticisms, comments, and guidances.
- Thank you.
“Do what you like, and like what you do”
A book full of love
From the man above
Here I stand
Praying out to the streets
To get off their feet
Not here to teach
Just show a better way
If we come together
✏Name: Sphamandla Vilakazi
✏date of birth: 1996/07/06
✏location: South Africa-Mpumalanga-bethal
✏School: Ikhethelo secondary school
Hello My name is Meleny I am 27 years old I been writing poems since I was 13yrs old. Most of my poems are about love is the best I write about you can say I'm a "Hopeless Romantic" hope you enjoy them, may God bless you all.
"the kiss of his memory made pictures of love and light against the wall" - z.n. hurston.
Am a Ugandan born, based in the capital Kampala. I am a professional community developer and an inclusive development expert. I love reading, watching and spending time with friends. I have deep love and passion for writing poetry, short stories and religious and political articles.
its all about my heart on a paper.
Mark R. Vogel is a clinical psychologist and has worked in mental health since 1987. He completed his BA and MA at Montclair State University in New Jersey, and his doctorate degree at Yeshiva University in New York City.
In 2003 he graduated from the Institute of Culinary Education in New York City. For ten years he taught cooking classes and edited cookbooks. He now gives seminars on wine. Since 2002 he has published 400 articles on food and wine in his column Food For Thought http://www.foodforthoughtonline.net
A Ripperologist, he regularly lectures on the infamous Jack the Ripper case.
In April 2003 Mark published his first novel CRESTWOOD LAKE.
Crestwood Lake is a small, secluded town in the woods of northern Vermont. Mysterious events and strange deaths have always plagued the community—as have rumors of witchcraft. But lately, there has been a rash of suicides and violent murders.
Captain Butch Morgan, the chief of police, must uncover the truth about Crestwood Lake. With each gruesome discovery, he is thrust increasingly deeper into the macabre. Morgan must confront an ancient evil, a fateful showdown that could destroy his life, the woman he loves, and the tortured town of Crestwood Lake.
Available at Amazon.com and https://www.createspace.com/5371409
Just a kid with no talent
Hi my name is Alice. I basically live in books. Hogwarts, camp half blood, shire, etc, is basically my life. Besides most of the reading, the sleeping and stuffing my face I actually write. Not just poems that are random, but stories. love stories, adventure stories, scary stories, you name it.
I am 15 years old and a freshman. Ever since my grandmother passed away I have been writing poetry. I am very bad at spelling sorry if I miss type something. I was diagnosed with dyslexia at a young age and have been working my way to learn at my normal level of year. Hope you enjoy the things I write!
My first pome I wrote was on the day of my grandmothers funeral "Black and white is all I see, one rose lit up my day and now I can see the colors of today!"
I am now a 15 year old pot head
I have a 16 year old amazing boyfriend
He makes my life perfect
I love art
I express myself through my art and poetry
Nobody but me knows I write poems
I don't even know if I'm good at it but I like it
I tell my thoughts then I can't tell people
I was in gymnastics for 8 years
But I have no idea wat I wanna be wen I grow up
I also love animals
just an ordinary dude