I am 17 years old, and I have gone through many things that a 17 year old shouldn't go through. I lost my sister when I was 11 years old, and I lost my uncle when I was 15, and I lost my aunt when I was 15 years old too. My Aunt went through depression and ended up killing herself, and my Uncle was a firefighter and was going on a call and his firetruck flipped over and he died. My other Aunt died of Cancer and so did my Grandpa (who was fighting for 4 long years), and my Cousin had a heart attack. As of right now my Great Aunt has cancer in her ovaries, and my Grandma has breast cancer. I have a big chance on getting cancer too, when I'm older. I found out when I was 14 years old that my whole life was a lie. My moms boyfriend at this time ended up being my biological father and my dad, mom, or my real dad never told me about it. My real father told me out of anger that I was really his child. It took me 3 years to deal with this fact, because of this I have 3 men in my life. I have my daddy (who is the man who raised me and is my best friend), I have my mom (the women who tried her best for me and my many siblings), and I have my biological father (who is now trying and is there for me). I also have 6 brothers and sisters who are there for me when I need them. I went through a lot of depression when I was 10 years old to 15 years old. I use to cut a lot and I haven't in almost 3 years.Everyone says God works in many of different ways and loosing all the people I have makes me wonder about God. But I do go to Church and Youth group and I do know that there's a God, A Heaven, and that Angels are real. My poetry helps me get through all the things that I've gone through. I am a survivor, I have had many terrible things happen in my life, and all the things I just shared with you isn't all of them. I am strong, and I know I can go through any situation no matter how big or small.
My name is Kamu, but names only stay important in the physical world. I am a writer, a poet, a photographer, and an artist. I am a person in this world, that just wants to contribute to all the creative energy in this world. Hoping that my poems will inspire and positively affect people, to let them wander into the deeper side of their life, to pull out the words from their thoughts, and creatively place them into reality. In my journey through life, I am constantly being awakened into someone else's imagination, and I share my thoughts and reflect upon theirs, being inspired to write from ideas that we have all put out together, sharing the images and emotions that come from our complex human minds. To me, questions are the most important thing of all. The art of questioning all and having theories and trying to fill out the unknown seems to be one of my greatest fascinations. I love thinking about things that stay a mystery in this world. It is what inspires me to write. Writing is a way for me to express in a way that is unavailable in any other form of art, or on a greater scale, life. I hope you enjoy what I am trying to express, and I hope to be inspired by your creativity as well. Thank you.
I'm a 50 year old mother of five and grandmother of seven. I am wonderfully and completely in love and have been for over ten years. I KNOW THAT I AM TRULY BLESSED. I used to write poetry every single day and back then I had plenty of dark lost painful places to write from. When life started getting better I somehow convinced myself that without misery I had nothing to write from so I gave it up for about 12 years only the coaxing of my lover and best friend caused me to pick up paper and pencil ( yes that's right I prefer to write old school) only after I perfect it on paper do I enter it online. I plan on trying to write for at least ten minutes a day and I hope I still at least have a little creativity and that I will get better with practice. i find it intriguing when looking for inspiration to finally be able to feel the words coming from a happy place.
im what they call a freak. what i write about is deep. i vent everyday and write poems. my name is tracey im 14. and i love poetry.... i feel alone everyday. im what you call a loner. thats what they all say. hate me all you want all it does is hurt me more. and they wonder why im sad . and always put up walls.
It's been tough.... I found out my way of venting was through writing at 11 years old. I've always been the outcast, black sheep.. Never fit it but I've always made it work. I'm the strongest person I know. I take after my mother... Writing is my passion, despite all the hard times and all I ever gave up on, writing and my 35 journal is all I've carried. I love it and I will never give up on it. All I ever written is the silence of my soul.
My father was of french- English heritage my mother was a afriaans woman. Both my parents died 2013. I grew up in a broken home parents got divorced when I was very young. My father had musical talents as and he wrote poetry, songs. He also played the bongo drums. My talent I got from my dad. My childhood was not an easy one but strength and wisdom came from it. I also have a gift for exploring pain in my poetry for example my latest work " beau tynybres" is about looosing A sloul mate . I also write inspirational articles about various subjects.
I was born, Nov 22,1961 in SanDiego,ca. I am the baby of five, i had 3 older Sisters,One BIG BROTHER.. 3yrs Sep, my oldest sister passed suddenly. My Mother raised us kids on her own. We went to church every Sunday, HAPPY PLAYFUL LOVING CLEAN FUNNY KIDS WE WERE... Until a man married my mother I was 8-10, when the darkness began. My mother her smile went away our lives changed that day..We survived and moved away ..Never to far kept a watchful eye on my Mothers every day.... 18graduated High School met my Husband I didnt even know that yet... I was a virgin when I met him, soon our Family begun.. I had three babies, MY PRIDE AND JOY. ONLY TO SEE how through his selfishness threw our Love Our Family Away between some girls legs... I took my children and everything else ... Left hin with a forlk,a spoon and a knife a plate a towel wash rag And a Recliner to sleep in... and 3broken ribs, .. Never looked back, Was married 3yrs and 3 weeks. Thats when my kids and myself began our life on Owr Own... My first poem was written from that in 1985 Titled : " MY OWN " by; jo ellen buck white
My name is nathan mantooth. born and raised in Tennessee. you will have to look past my grammer, like i said... raised in tennesse. I love poetry... probably one out of a whole town around where i live. my dad is dead my mom is super christian I'm just... lets say different lol but nothing wrong with that i guess. I'm eighteen and will be nineteen in november but nothing special about nineteen so I'm not rushing life. that's bout it for the basics. if anyone wishes to know more add me on facebook.
Born in a little town in Texas. Going to be seventeen this upcoming April. Along with poetry, I enjoy reading, playing soccer, and running. I'd like to say I'm healthy and happy. I'm really looking forward to sharing my work, I appreciate constructive criticism. I hope you enjoy these poems as much as I do.