i have been writing poetry since i was about seven or eight years old, but i have misplaced a lot of it and just recently i have been searching for my notebooks. i submit my poems as i find them with the date of which they were written included at the bottom. i hope you enjoy reading them. their subjects somewhat vary, but most decribe ways i feel and how i think and preceive things, such as situations i have been in or how i view people and my surroundings. feel free to e-mail me...i try to get on at least once a day. :)
LAuReN
okay i dont know why anyone would find my life the least bit interesting, but ive decided to actully write a short biography-in the biography section! yes. its amazing, i know(haha..ha..that would be sarcasm :) okay here it is.
~*march sixteenth 1990, i was born in raleigh north carolina. when i was a little older than nine months old i started living with my grandparents in wilmington, north carolina. i guess you could say i was the 'weird one' in school(okay, i still am) and i didnt have very many friends. ive had odd thoughts about things for as long as i can remember, but usally chose to keep to myself about most things. i think that is one of the main reasons that i started writing. i shared my thoughts with myself and then i started to understand myself more. in july of 2004 i moved in with my dad and step-mom. i have learned a lot about myself since the move, and my poems became helpful-i could see things i hadnt before and was feeling happier, which ment more optimistic writing! but not too much, because i often write about things that are serious to me. i hope to soon be able to still seriously care about things, but also highlight the good characteristics of things.*~
i have brownish black hair, brown eyes, and i'm about 5'10'. i have just recently moved into a group home in durham, nc and i'm not sure how long i will live here.~*still in progress*~
frost bitten rain drop
watched by crystal eyes
spinning in whirl-winds
dancing across still skies
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as crystal eyes sway
they long for a dream
for a weary mind
is not quite sane enough for consiousness
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the silence breaks the noise;
dark and fearful
as shadows consume the light
and the sun that shown with radiance;
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life unfolding
behind the velvet curtain
lies forgiven
goodness redeemed
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Provoked Thoughts
i find myself sitting
affront this velvet curtain
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