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Injustices of a Poetic Soul: For every woman's woes there is an untold story
A collection of poetry from her earlier years and beyond; which dictates a story about her life. From emotional to sexual abuse that she encountered from childhood and throughout some of...
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When will you matter?
Thats a good question? I sometime feel like everyone else makes that decision for you. I am always taking on others problems and helping them out of their situation, but when it comes to me, I never seem to matter to anyone. I have come to the conclusion that if I do not matter to me, then no one else will value me!So to everyone out there who has that burning question, then you have to tell yourself, that you do matter, TO U, so please all love yourself, and leave the rest behind! Opinions please!!! Feel free to post your feelings!!!
Posted on 8/6/2008
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Poetic Souls
Here is your chance to have others indulge in your talents by posting your poetry! Also you can enjoy other poetry and comment on some. Here is my lastest creation: Title: BipolarBy: Isabella M.April 24, 2008 I’m up and flying so high, I feel like I am on top of the world!I look down on everyone I feel like we’re one, having more energy then a little girlI am successful, I am brilliant , dominate and elegantI am graceful, and stronger then an elephantI can do anything; I feel so freeI am elated, ecstatic and way more then happyI am brave and high off of life, I don’t need drugs to copeAll my days of sadness are behind me, no more feeling like I am on dopeThen when all is said and done, this feeling never last longNo longer, elated, happy, vibrant and strongNow I am crashing right down my world has shatteredFeeling mentally beaten, tired, and batteredSo depressed the world looks so gloomyThe sky seems gray, nothing is working for meTime and time again I am having racing thoughtsFearful for my life, suicide is tempting because my life seems so distraughtI can’t do anything right, people are talking about meNo longer feeling good , only thoughts that make me unhappyPsychotic, neurotic, feelings of dismayCan’t eat or sleep no energy to keep me abbeyI want to be back where I was when I was manicI can’t take the anxiety making me panicI can hear the trees whispering about how I am so ugly<o:
Posted on 8/6/2008
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Injustices of a Poetic Soul: For every woman's woes there is an untold story
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