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Location: Ireland

Member Since: September 2010

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Quite simply my words are my thoughts. My poems are imperfect but my words are honest and heart-felt, my structure is un-structured. I have a love of poetry and am a huge fan of Sylvia Plath and Emily Dickenson, my inspiration comes from all the hurt I see and all the love that surrounds it. I see writing like a therapy for the soul, and always take a poem as a gift from someones heart, I don't think poetry can be right or wrong, its personal, introspective, offering a glimps into a beautiful mind. I love reading all your poems and am in awe of the talent here, keep writing, keep reading and keep believing!x

I love this poem by Emily Dickenson, it's probably my favorite;

I felt a Funeral, in my Brain,
And Mourners to and fro
Kept treading – treading – till it seemed
That Sense was breaking through – 

And when they all were seated,
A Service, like a Drum – 
Kept beating – beating – till I thought
My Mind was going numb – 

And then I heard them lift a Box
And creak across my Soul
With those same Boots of Lead, again,
Then Space – began to toll,

As all the Heavens were a Bell,
And Being, but an Ear,
And I, and Silence, some strange Race
Wrecked, solitary, here – 

And then a Plank in Reason, broke,
And I dropped down, and down – 
And hit a World, at every plunge,
And Finished knowing – then – 

Another of my all time favorite poems by the wonderful Robert Frost:

   Aquainted with the night

 I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rain -- and back in rain.
I have outwalked the furthest city light.

I have looked down the saddest city lane.
I have passed by the watchman on his beat
And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.

I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet
When far away an interrupted cry
Came over houses from another street,

But not to call me back or say good-bye;
And further still at an unearthly height,
A luminary clock against the sky

Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.
I have been one acquainted with the night.

Time for a little bit more about me!!

My poetry:All of my poems are written from truth, from honesty and from experience.


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