I like to think of myself as just another young lady hoping for the future. As a kid, I've always dreamed of becoming something huge and successful. At one point I wanted to become an Astronaut, then a Pediatrician, a movie director, a video game developer, etc... It wasn't until 5th grade that I would completely decide that I want to be famous for my art. I got picked up by CPS in 8th grade; December 17th, 2012. That day, I decided that I wanted to die... But I couldn't. I had my sister to look after. In 2013's summer, I would be placed in Vail to go to Cienega, make friends, and two months later, be forced out of Vail. Sometime in August, I was taken away from my sister and put with a new foster home. From that day and forward, I was also diagnosed with Chronic Depression and signs of suffering from Separation Anxiety. These conditions, when combined, which often happen, render in suicidal tendencies. I promised myself I would run away and hopefully get kidnapped and die on November 13th, 2013. But that same day, I would lay eyes on my biggest crush for the very first time. He had outgrown brown hair and was crying his eyes out. One thing lead to another, & on November 30th, 2013, he would stop in the middle of the hallway to kiss me. I finally found my reason to keep on living. My plans for the future are now completely different. My name is Liz. I am 16 years old. I want to become a designer in the artistic realm, become a published author, and spend most of my time at home to take care of a tiny version of myself and my fiance. There's not a special thing about me, but I can tell you exactly what does make me different: I believe in the power of love and what it can do for us. Some people claim to have seen Jesus. I claim to have seen true love.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.