Ernest Hemingway

Hemingway was quite an interesting man. He had a certain way of writing; a certain set up. Back then he once states,"The writers job is to tell the truth." everytime he was stuck while writing he would remind himself of this. Start off with the truest sentence you know, it could be anything. Use short sentences and short paragraphs but have multiple sections, don't just let it ...

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There's many things behind poetry that is still a mystery today. Why does it make us feel a certain way when certain words are placed together? Is it that it's relatable? Nostalgic? Reassuring? I know many people that don't enjoy poetry and many that do. Why is that? Are those that dislike it close-minded? Does it show they haven't been through what the poem is implying, therefore they can't relat...

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To you, readers, I say

I am no writer -

these words

placed themselves

on my page

to tell a story

To you, writers, I cry

I am no chronicler -

these tales

spun their web

through my mind

to make a memory

To you, poets, I sing

I am no rhymer -

these lines

etched their pattern

on my paper

to form a psalm

To you, who come, I whisper

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Let me take you by the hand

And bring you on a journey to a different land

Where all is new with exciting news

A mind bending trick 

Made to awaken you in time.

Thoughts provoked while you stare at the land

Bringing you closer to the mighty plan

It's nothing to do with a lonely man

Something spouted to you from a deceitful plan.

Read beyond what the education s...

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I care about fitness enough to sign up for Zumba classes on Mondays

But not enough to attend them regularly.

I care about my looks enough to spend too much on make-up

But not enough to spend time putting it on properly.

I care about my weight enough to hurl messages of hate at the mirror in the morning

But not enough to resist the packet of biscuits late at night.

I care about my...

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{He's So Peaceful When He Sleep's} 

It might be weird that I do watch my loving man sleep because it's absolutely adorable to me 

and when he lays so peacefully still with his arm around my waist and as I lay beside of him memorizing every line, every wrinkle, every freckle, everything on his face 

so hopefully I will never forget his face due to chiari because it caus...

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what spills onto         the page

falls from                  my mind:

it tells of                   what is there

it tastes of                 my thoughts

so they are                spread here                      with care

                                                                        as verse

the page                    becomes

my mind                    bared

...

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It’s almost as if you’ve been 
reborn.

The moment 
you can take a breath
without feeling yourself
drowning.
Cement is no longer
running through your veins
slowing every movement,
because now it is only gravel.
Your head is now 
not filled with buzzing static,
and instead 
the distant sound of 
electric storm clouds.
Enraged fire 
replaces the
sleeping snow.

You are finally se...

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{I Am Not Okay}

I am not okay
I am not happy
I am not sure if I want my life to continue on living this freaking nightmare 
I am not beautiful 
I am the one everyone calls the ugly duckling 
I am a incurable plagued person 
I am depression
I am suicidal 
I am a lost cause 
I am hurt 
I am pain
I am sickness
I am a invisible person that no one attends to see beyond the sick...

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{Why~Why Did I} 

Why did I love you
Why did I care for you so much
Why did I you break my heart into for 
Why did you promise me the world and to be your  forever queen and all I got was these washed out bull shit lies and dreams from you that rings out loud inside of my head that I wish was freaking dead 
Why~Why did I 
Why did you leave me in this unforgettable heartache to dro...

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Diary Of The Southern Queen Entry #49 (Doobie-Doobie) 

(Doobie-Doobie)


When the doobie-doobie drugs don't work any more girl you are just a fool if you think love don't hurt because hot damn it does that's why one more blow to sniff until I cannot breathe 




And when the doobie-doobie-doobie don't work any more as one more sniff and one more puff and popping one mor...

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Diary Of The Southern Queen Entry #48 (His Fine Self) 

His fine self 

Had my heart bumping, thumping to the never ending thirst of his endless muscles that was rippling like the ocean waters beneath our feet touching every base of my body that had me longing for you to touch me all over my body because it aches for you and do you wanna reach for the never ending thirst fo...

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Impulse is the best linguist

So Mr Thoreau thought

And often what is written here

Is spoiled by what is later brought

Yet

All I write and sometimes rhyme

Falls on the page untaught

So needs some tender love and care

Before you see it as you ought

So

The lines you read from any page

Should by your ear be caught

As best words ordered to flow well

With...

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