Welcome, I'm Oustine Hao, age 14, in eight grade, and beginner at poetry. My poems lay under the category of emo-ansted, or just stuff that comes from my heart. Don't expect fluffy poetry from me, unless I somehow feel like writing some. Chances of that are pretty, extremely low.
My inspirations comes from practically anything. No way I can scale my options down.
Music I listen to while brainstorming ideas (in alphabetical order) :
E-Type, Evanescence, Linkin Park, Nightwish, Tokio Hotel.
Ending Info:
I have trouble crying so I burn candles instead.
Oh, and, I'm obssessed with otters.
And I love you Aplier Hao!
And whoever you are, feel free to talk to me and maybe tell me what my poetry lacks, (critisize me people, harshly or not) . I'm interested in whatever you got to say.
She came to this world
one lovely day
The wind danced and twirled
Even the sun came out to play
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It's the start of my poem
But I'm not going to cry
It is making me mad too
And soon I will tell you why
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I'm biting back my fury
But I'm writing down my rage
I'm printing this on paper
Later tear apart this page
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