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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.

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


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