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    Pages
    Torn between
    the pagews
    of lifes open book
    words all a blur
    i can not make
    sence of these words
    that shine so dear...
    deep into this dark
    abyss of life
    strung out in
    tattered mysteries
    of short little
    novels novels
    written by petty little people
    amused only by there
    own selfs ego
    no ending
    just blank pages
    where must my
    destiny lye?

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    CreatorX1 commented on Pages

    05-29-2009

    I think what you're trying to say is that perhaps reading other novelties or poetry from personal life experiences, can be sometimes overwhelming when not your own. Being young everything can be overwhelming. Take it one day at a time with a set of short goals, then maybe a few long term goals. Oh yeah, and use spell check and a thesaurus, I use all the time. Keep on writing.
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    Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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