Plain Writing

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Plain Writing

I cry because I have a writer's dream.
I laugh on account of the making.
Many times people think, if you don't inherit  it,or began as a child, that your short time dream is just nothing more, but a fantasy,a phase, and a short term hobby.
My letters are a goal, and I pin point each piece as if it were all made of gold.
I do it for a life. For my family, for friends, for the love of my life.
I'm not the flashy type. I just write from experience, lessons, and heart.
Many inspire me. My ideas are not all of my own, but to focus on others is a duty i have taken.
Many things that come to mind are written by my senses, which are six. I find that intuition is another part that can't be explained physically.
I have made it apart of my thoughts and world.
I want my life to fulfill others, to take a chance, to follow their hearts and that it's OK to thing big! I knock no one's dreams, I plan them with you.
Make the world go round from my guidance!
I want to give you something that many have given me.
My heart is made up of 100% of it
I am ENDURNACE!.


July 22, 2009
Dedication to Mr. John Rice

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Zep commented on Plain Writing

09-21-2009

I love this idea, not many can write in reality and get it done well. You've achieved that. Also, the way you convey it is definitive in that it is very expressive in a postive way. Well written. Some on the comma-cozie-side, which stumbles up the reading a bit. But... hey we're not in a grammar contest here. I couldn't even get a title of my poem centered; ughhh! I really enjoy your work... peace!

dahlusion commented on Plain Writing

08-30-2009

I enjoy the confidence expressed in this feel-good piece!

When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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