I started writing around my freshman year in high school. Poetry was not my area of focus until late in my sophomore year. Now, at almost twenty years old, I have made poetry a semi-serious hobby. The only reason I haven't taken it beyond semi-serious, is due to the fact that I write best when my emotions are at their worst. I try not to let that happen very often for obvious reasons. If I start a poem and find that I am not satisfied with it, it gets trashed before completion. Because I am so critical of myself, there are quite a few poems that have never made it anywhere but the trash can. the poems you see here, are what I consider my best, my favorites, and my most imaginative. I truly hope any readers would agree.
                It's the way of the world, 
Its in our blood.
We live for a reason, 
We live just to die.
                
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                Love, 
As wonderful as it may be, 
Sometimes just isn't enough.
For what is love,
                
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                Every other time, 
I let lose my mind.
I'm in my prime, 
But soon I will find,
                
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