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The Real Title
The Real Title ( A child's lament )
5/20/17
I was always under the impression that it mattered
what I felt.
And yet you have covered my face in shame.
My feelings are tattered. I drink to hide my pain.
My family would shout and cry.
I will lie and lie and lie.
How can I explain?
How can I complain?
My brain is not right.
My shadows refuse to see light.
My dad died before I was born.
His legacy will be so much better than mine.
The expectation is mighty high.
I can't compete with this guy.
Do you know the pressure you put upon me?
Do you realize what you want me to be?
I will fulfill some secret life.
I will cut through with this silver knife.
I can pretend to live in paradise.
The Sun will burn and I will turn
to you and whisper, "Where
have you been?"
I needed you and you weren't there.
The storm is coming and I am scared.
Who can stand beside me when I bare my soul?
Who will pick up the pieces and make me whole?
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The Sun Is a Bright Reminder
The Sun is a Bright Reminder
11/24/16
The sun rises and sets for you.
I have no regrets it's true.
The wind came over me like a cold blanket.
The snow falls like tears.
I wanted to be that special someone.
You could look up to me.
But I fell over the cliff and it wasn't meant to be.
So I climb back up cause I was taught to fight back.
It took all my strength to fill all I lack.
We had a love that I thought was real.
We had a metal that I thought was steal.
Let me be what I am supposed to be.
Why don't you support me?
Sometimes it won't last. Most times it is our torturous past.
I know my faults stand out.
they scream and meander about.
But I know my heart. And I know yours.
I know the ocean kisses the shores.
So we can wait and see what the future brings.
And I will give you many precious things.
I won't give up or think it's wrong.
We will own a beautiful song.
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The Moon Shows All
The Moon Shows All 10/17/16
She dances in the moonlight.
The stars light up her dress.
I watch from a safe distance.
Wondering if what I see is real.
She twists in the night and
the curves of her body fill
the air with purpose and sense.
I am enamored by her calm.
A storm is coming and I am afraid
I will lose her to the rain.
I see the suffering in her eyes
and the unending pain.
Her white dress glows and
grows and the moon slides and flows.
Across the sky it sends a sign
that I conclude makes her mine.
Should I interrupt her reverie?
Can I breakup her nightmare?
What can I possibly make her see?
To show how much I care?
The moon gives me light and I go to her.
She lets me embrace. I am here and I will not go.
It seems a trivial thing. To be here for her.
But I know I cannot fix her anguish.
So I am content to hold her as the
silver rock washes over us.
This is all I can do...this is all I can do.
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The Journey is Real
The Journey is Real 11/19/15
My mind is a mine filled maze.
My heart is a skipped beat that pumps pain.
My face is etched misery
lined with a false bravado.
And as I examine my woes
I can't help but think
how minuscule they are
compared to some.
Who am I to complain?
Who is listening anyway?
Every day I breathe
should be a good day.
The salt in my wounds
can be washed away.
Sometimes I am overwhelmed.
I see the treacherous mountain
I must climb and somehow
stumble over small stones of little consequence.
My focus determines my path and lights my sight.
I have no one by my side.
I am alone and terrified.
One step at a time I shall climb
out of this self made
hole and just breathe.
There is always a way out of the
Maze.
There is always a moon to guide my gaze.
I just have to open
my eyes and trust.
Take a long deep breath and follow
the ever constant moon beam -
that bright satellite in the night.
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My Invisible Friend
My Invisible Friend  11/19/15
Are you there?
Can you hear me?
I cannot reveal you.
They won't understand.
I am alone.
I am lonely.
Please answer me.
Only you can comprehend.
My family fails.
My sister shuns.
My mother is distracted.
My father isn't around.
You have been here with me.
You lay with me at night when
the shadows increase and
I am lost. It frightens me and
I cannot fathom my life without you.
What will they think?
Will they believe in what they cannot see?
Will they believe in me?
Just because you can't be seen
doesn't mean you haven't been.
I am young and afraid.
There are boundaries you've laid.
Please believe in what you cannot see.
Reality pounces between shadows of me.
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The Donor
The Doner 7/27/15
I've had a good life.
I have no regrets.
It's time for me to die.
What will be my legacy?
These are things I wonder.
How will I be remembered?
Who will mourn me?
Have I done enough?
Did I appreciate the air I breathe?
So I made a decision.
A choice of the heart.
When I die I will donate
parts of me.
Parts I hold dear.
If in the future I can be helpful
to someone who is without - that will
be my purpose.
My corneas, which helped me view beauty
and ugliness in this world.
I will give to someone who can't see.
Maybe they have been blind all their
life or maybe it's new and it kills them.
If I can give them a glimpse of what
I saw then I will die with a grin on my face.
My lungs ( although I had asthma and suffered
occasionally when I was young ) could
breathe new life into a child or
a person with emphysema.
Maybe they will be thankful for a second chance.
And finally my heart. Which now beats faster
knowing my fate. I don't wish to die.
But the cancer is coursing throug
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Golden Hair of Solace
Golden Hair of Solice  4/7/15
What do I say about sweet sweet Kay?
Her spirit inspires me every day.
She is beautiful inside and out.
Of this truth, I have no doubt.
Her support is unending
and as big as her heart.
Her talent is shown
through her unique art.
I am proud to call her my dear friend.
I shall be there for her till the end.
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Unnatural Disaster
Unnatural Disaster 3/19/15
There is a fault line in our relationship.
Like tectonic plates that shift -
the friction between us is palpable.
The tension builds until release
and the quake shakes us to our knees.
The aftershocks echo the worst and
the ripple effect has taken over.
And I don't know when we stopped caring.
Who's fault is it? Mine or yours?
I see the guilt in your glistening eyes.
I feel the pain caused by our lies.
We are powerless as this line
becomes a valley and we lack the
strength to build a bridge of forgiveness.
The fragile tether that holds us together
is frayed and decayed.
Erosion is a slow, gradual process.
Our once mighty foundation crumbled
before we even were aware.
It's sad to think of what we were compared
to what we are...how do we fix this?
One question remains: Do we fight to get us right?
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Literature
Silver Sea of Destiny
Silver Sea of Destiny  1/26/15
So I wished to take her away from those golden fields.
And bring her to the silver sea of destiny.
Would she let me comfort her?
Would she allow me to dry her tears?
She reluctantly agreed to my heartfelt plea.
And I whisked her away hoping to keep her pain at bay.
We arrived on the shore and the silver moon was smiling.
I knew deep down this would not be easy.
But nothing worthwhile ever is.
I embraced her tightly for I had no words.
Her will was broken and her golden hair was in shambles.
How could I fix what the world had done?
How could I erase the damage incurred?
So we sat on the beach and watched the ocean.
And we talked of the past and the hurt that transpired.
I held her hand and prayed for relief.
She opened up and the floodgates appeared.
I took my chance and showed my heart.
I could not stand by and watch her suffer,
I knew this place healed many before.
Would it be enough to be her cure?
The rising sun was ever closer.
I listened intentl
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Golden Field of Sadness
Golden Field of Sadness  1/25/14
There she stands in a golden field of wheat,
hands spread - her face raised to the shining moon.
She embraces the rain that slides down her cheeks
and falls lightly on her long hair of bright yellow.
It is straight and lustrous as it clings to her skin.
Her eyes are wild and crazed.
Pain wracks her body in wave after
wretched wave. This world has broken her.
She wishes to drown in this saturated air.
She screams into the night as a cloud
covers the glowing face of the moon.
Through her sadness, somehow I see a vibrant life.
I feel the fullness of her light.
I watch her from a distance longing to ease
her anguish but unsure as to how.
Oh, that dress looks so nice on her.
Does she even see me?
Could I ever comfort her?
Make her forget the past?
She drops to her knees and pounds
the soaked ground. And her tears
blend in with the rain and my heart melts.
I have to try to end her fears
and shelter her from the bitter years.
To end her pain becomes my ai
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A Clockwork of Consistency
A Clockwork of Consistency  9/23/14
He sat alone on a lonely bench.
Green paint faded and chipped-
weathered by the salty Gulf of Mexico.
It had been there - a silent
watcher of the sea for as long
as he could remember.
He had made a habit of going
here early to greet the sun
and start the day right -
with a small prayer and a coffee.
He had done this for three straight
years - a creature of routine.
It gave him comfort and peace.
A serenity he was never able to
duplicate anywhere else.
He felt less alone with this
bench and the rising sun as
his stable and reliable friends.
Sometimes a tear would form in his eye
when the beauty was too much.
On this particular morning he was so lost
in his thoughts and so entranced
by the vivid colors before him that
he barely registered her - sitting
on the bench beside him.
How long had she been there?
How long would she stay?
"Sunrises leave me in awe.
Do you not agree?" she
quietly asked as she turned to him.
He had no words to say so he
nodd
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Venom Quill
Venom Quill 9/26/14
I'll tattoo you with a poison quill
all the venom I will spill
So all the misery you imbued
will permanently stick to you.
I cannot find a single time
when you did not feed me lines.
So I will etch on you all
the pain inside my skin
until the message sinks right in.
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An Ocean is Between Us
An Ocean is Between Us  7/10/14
I did it again.
I forgot to speak ( up )
The words stuck to the roof
of my stuttering mouth.
( When I was fifteen I stuttered severely
just like my father did when he was young.
They told me to slow down and breathe.
Eventually it worked and I am stutter free )
Until now
My hands stopped reaching.
I decided to reinforce the
wall around my heart instead
of letting you soften it.
I do not think I can be enough for you.
So I sit here next to you wondering
who you're texting today...
What boy will claim you?
It's only a matter of time.
I like how we are right now.
It could be better - so much more -
but that's okay.
I don't want to lose you so I am content
to be close, but oh so far away.
And when you find love I will break
and slowly mend like I've done so many
times before.
You see, I'm an expert at pining and letting go.
So many have slipped through my unworthy -
trembling fingertips I lost count.
I watch you from across the table -
it could be as va
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Illumination
Illumination  9/15/14
I locked my heart in a mahogany box and threw away the key.
There was no one to care for - there was nothing left for me.
My heart had ceased beating long ago
after years of misery and pain.
Through countless highs and lecherous lows
I became immune to pounding rain.
I walked without even my shadow as a friend.
Numb to all emotions that surfaced to my skin.
Knowing I would be alone to the bitter end
suffering the consequences of sin.
I was shunned and shamed -
bruised and maimed.
No one cared - no one knew.
No one bothered to change my view.
My life was a silent movie
of a language no one spoke.
With plenty of plot holes for all to see
and an ending of mirrors and smoke.
It was getting hard to catch my breath.
Surely death would be oh so sweet.
Addicted to the thought like Crystal Meth,
it skipped through my head like an erratic beat.
She stumbled upon a key that washed up on the shore.
Wondering what it could unlock.
Determined to solve the riddle and explor
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Saturated Seduction
Saturated Seduction 7/23/14
You appeared to me in a dream.
You exist only in my enigmatic imagination.
The moon was heavy that night,
drunk with the power of the sun.
Pulling and pushing the tides
like my vacillating moods.
I swim through this vast ocean
of unrest searching for
a place to call home.
I created your face
to give me comfort.
I carved out your being
to fit perfectly with mine.
Your hair danced like fire even
though the sea consumed you.
Sometimes my dreams are lucid -
most times I forget.
But you linger like an after image -
as a flash of a camera in
my watery eyes.
You stay with me on nights
of uncertainty - when all my
doubts bombard and petrify me.
I am rooted in place, too
frightened to move...on.
If you were real it would feel like a dream.
I would never wake.
Eternal slumber has a nice ring to it.
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Dysfunctional
Dysfunctional 7/1/14
I am an only child but I wasn't a lonely one.
Some days I think it would've been
better to have had a younger
brother or sister to torture
and somehow be an example to.
Funny how younger
siblings are like puppies.
Always coming back for more -
with adoration oozing from their pores.
At what age do they halt seeking
attention or acceptance?
Love is always there regardless
of how we treat each other, right?
I find the family dynamic unparalleled.
How can you fiercely love and hate
someone so completely at the same time?
And so it goes with ties that bond.
"I won't speak to you for 30 years!" Who says that?
There is no logic in the twisted web of blood.
I find no solace in my past.
Snippets of joy sprinkled into
buckets of pain.
Even still, I have learned over
the years to forgive.
For my own sanity and for
the sake of my possible
future family - Or I will be destined
to repeat the demented cycle.
Perhaps it doesn't matter and
all families share some cruel genetics.
S
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You Don't Know Me At All
After everything that's happened,
these past dire days
I realize,
You don't know me at all.
After everything that you've done
and haven't said,
after all the tears and screams
that keep me in my bed,
I realize,
You don't know me at all.
After all the pleading and all the pleasing,
and you haven't changed your mind,
or looked at it from my view,
I realize,
You don't know me at all.
After all that she has created,
the mess between us both,
the unbreakable bond broken,
I realize,
You don't know me at all.
After her ill-mannered intervention,
and you still take her side,
after all the qualms that she created that have got in our way,
I realize,
You don't know me at all.
After having you ripped away from me far too many times
that I keep a diary of all the days I was left behind,
I realize,
You don't know me at all.
After living with and loving you for a year,
and you still don't realize how deeply I care
t
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Dreams Don't Come True Here
Dreams come true in Seattle
Dreams come true in Maine
Dreams don't come true here though,
where all it does is rain.
Dreams are hard to think of when all I see is black,
It's hard to conjure images when my feeling are grey
and my energy, one of lack.
Dreams come true in London
Dreams come true in Spain
But dreams are impossible here,
where all I feel is pain.
I suffer with the way my mind ebbs and weaves from one thing to the next,
each painful memory haunting me more,
my emotions constantly vexed.
Dreams come true in Paris
Dreams come true in Prague
But dreams cease to exist here,
no matter how hard I try, it is in vein.
I'm so stuck and so torn,
so withered and so thwarted
I wonder if it is worth dreaming at all.
I wonder if the imaginings of my mind hold any truth or value,
I wonder if it is wise to hold faith in fairy tales
when I see plainly before that;
Dreams don't come true here
This is the place dreams come to die
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Shrapnel
I am the shrapnel,
You are the wound.
I am the killer
and you are the food.
You are the giver
and I am the taker,
I have robbed you of what is whole and pure,
and replaced it with withered war.
I am not the one you should call home,
Or be the girl you always wish to hold.
I am the time bomb,
Ticking in your chest,
Ready to explode when you have run out of rest.
I am the hurricane that will blow you down
and destroy your fertile ground.
I am the sea storm that will rage and crush your comfortable shores.
It's clear
I am not the girl you are looking for.
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pillow talks
carelessly discarded clothes leave a soft trail
to softer sheets mussed with sweet sweat and aching kisses
skin shadowed by soft blue light whispering down
creases and ridges left by buttons and clasps
you flicked the light switch and pale orange
flickers across cheekbones and noses buried
into nooks of elbow-crooks.
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oh these mortal loves i call my own
i like to look at myself in the mirror and tell my unhappy reflection i am worth more than two weeks, minus the sundays, i don't share even with capital-g-god and i might start another ten year war because even venus cant bring you back to me, you know its not the first time ive had to pick shards of myself out from underneath my skin and you looked heartbroken when i told you im used to this, weren't you listening the first hundred times?
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Good Morning Love
Awaken to morning light
softly shining down,
a sense of good fortune
hangs in sweet-scented air.
I reach to your side of our bed,
only to find you gone,
but in your precious place,
a gift-wrapped token of your love.
Sitting up as I take in hand
a simple box without wrappings,
I glance at the tag attached:
To the one I love the most.
Slip into happiness with a smile,
memories flood my mind
of each moment lost to you,
the one I cherish above all.
I do not know what I would have done
if you had not come in to my life,
for you gave me unconditional love,
healing scars with divine patience.
The way you smile alone
gives my life new purpose,
and how you make me a better person
simply with your mere presence.
Excitedly, I open the small box,
the subtle sound of the hinge creaking,
revealing contained within
a single straw-folded star.
I felt the tears well up inside
as a smile spreads across my face
for you know the simplest things
to fill me with amorous peace.
Slipping from the bed,
I go to
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Lantern
My whole life I've stood waiting,
with a lantern in hand,
hoping someone would be brave enough, to find me in the darkness.
Once I believed I had found the one,
but to him I was only a stumble in the dark.
Still I continued,
willing my flame to shine on,
and others came;
with flashy words and groping hands, longing for that flame that they could never hold.
But, with the fierceness of a wolf,
I fought them back,
held on to what was mine;
refusing to back down.
He had to be out there,
the one who would understand me like no other.
But, after a while, I had no strength left,
no will left to try.
So I blew my light out,
thinking it the end, only to see your lantern shining in the distance.
And it was in this moment, I realized, sometimes it's not that the one you're searching for hasn't seen your light,
It's that you've not had the courage to stand in the darkness,
and see who else was shining.
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Everything and Nothing
Come, take a seat,
and let me tell you a story
about a girl who believed in everything and nothing.
She grew up dancing with butterflies
and chatting with fairies.
She believed in happily ever afters
and that she could fly to the moon.
But as she grew, her view changed,
she was different from others;
she didn't look the same.
Her eyes and skin dark,
they laughed in her face.
So she hid behind her imagination,
weaving tales from spider webs and wolf fur,
creating friends in her word without them.
The ones invisible much better than any who breathed air.
And soon, invisible is what she became.
But, she could deal with invisibility,
her own superpower,
because if no one could see
she felt okay.
If they didn't glare,
she felt safe.
But even that was taken from her one day.
A shadow overcame
consuming the sun, and yet, she was visible.
He told her to grow up.
she'd never be good enough,
stop thinking such childish things.
He ridiculed and mocked her,
threatened her into silence,
and quietly
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The Real Title ( A child's lament )
5/20/17


I was always under the impression that it mattered
what I felt.
And yet you have covered my face in shame.
My feelings are tattered. I drink to hide my pain.

My family would shout and cry.
I will lie and lie and lie.

How can I explain?
How can I complain?
My brain is not right.
My shadows refuse to see light.

My dad died before I was born.
His legacy will be so much better than mine.
The expectation is mighty high.
I can't compete with this guy.
Do you know the pressure you put upon me?
Do you realize what you want me to be?

I will fulfill some secret life.
I will cut through with this silver knife.
I can pretend to live in paradise.
The Sun will burn and I will turn
to you and whisper, "Where
have you been?"

I needed you and you weren't there.
The storm is coming and I am scared.
Who can stand beside me when I bare my soul?
Who will pick up the pieces and make me whole?
The Real Title
Yay! I wrote a poem! Tell me what you think
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The Sun is a Bright Reminder
11/24/16


The sun rises and sets for you.
I have no regrets it's true.

The wind came over me like a cold blanket.
The snow falls like tears.

I wanted to be that special someone.
You could look up to me.

But I fell over the cliff and it wasn't meant to be.

So I climb back up cause I was taught to fight back.
It took all my strength to fill all I lack.

We had a love that I thought was real.
We had a metal that I thought was steal.

Let me be what I am supposed to be.
Why don't you support me?

Sometimes it won't last. Most times it is our torturous past.

I know my faults stand out.
they scream and meander about.

But I know my heart. And I know yours.
I know the ocean kisses the shores.

So we can wait and see what the future brings.
And I will give you many precious things.

I won't give up or think it's wrong.
We will own a beautiful song.
Sorry I haven't been on a while! I have had some issues
The Moon Shows All 10/17/16


She dances in the moonlight.
The stars light up her dress.
I watch from a safe distance.
Wondering if what I see is real.

She twists in the night and
the curves of her body fill
the air with purpose and sense.
I am enamored by her calm.

A storm is coming and I am afraid
I will lose her to the rain.
I see the suffering in her eyes
and the unending pain.

Her white dress glows and
grows and the moon slides and flows.
Across the sky it sends a sign
that I conclude makes her mine.

Should I interrupt her reverie?
Can I breakup her nightmare?
What can I possibly make her see?
To show how much I care?

The moon gives me light and I go to her.
She lets me embrace. I am here and I will not go.
It seems a trivial thing. To be here for her.
But I know I cannot fix her anguish.
So I am content to hold her as the
silver rock washes over us.

This is all I can do...this is all I can do.
The Moon Shows All
The moon does something to me
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Wanted to change my journal cause the last one was brain draining trying to think of colors and animals and elements and songs and all that! Lol..it was fun but it's time to move on as always in life. Move forward and keep going! Life is what you make of it and it's all about choices and I choose to see the good and the light and try my best to remain happy and supportive and an encouragement on here...May you all have peace!

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I've been writing poetry since I was 15 and I find it's a great way to vent and explore ideas...I love art of all kinds...I wish I could do that, but I guess I paint with words...

Current Residence: Florida
Favourite genre of music: rock and roll!
Favourite photographer: my cousin clementime
Favourite style of art: digital
Operating System: my sweet computer
Shell of choice: one that doesn't break
Wallpaper of choice: cheap
Skin of choice: human
Favourite cartoon character: Alvin from the Chipmunks/ Stewie
Personal Quote: "There is beauty in despair, you just have to know where to look." - Me
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OneWithTheStars Featured By Owner Jun 16, 2017  Hobbyist General Artist
Thanks for the watch; I really appreciate it.  :)
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NotenSMSK Featured By Owner Apr 18, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
Hello there my friend - it has been a while since we've interacted I suppose :) But I am happy to see you still around. I am getting back so I hope I get to see you more and that you get to see me too!
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shep4life Featured By Owner May 12, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
Hey there! Nice to hear from you.I am very off and on here lol...but I, too, hope to be back more and writing more...hope to see you around too
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NotenSMSK Featured By Owner May 12, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
Mhm. It has been a while - great to hear back! And well - I do hope that you don't burn yourself like I did myself. And that you are able to write at a steady pace. I hope to read more of your works and that you are able to read any of mine that I post :D
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shep4life Featured By Owner May 20, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
I'm slowly working my way back to enjoying the process again...still writing my story too
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PetKing Featured By Owner Apr 9, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
Hey bud, it's been a long while, over a year! 
I just wanted you to know I finally wrote a piece after a very, very long time and would love for you to check it out:
My Name is Will

It's a free verse with an interesting story to complement the message. I do hope you like it.

Also, Happy belated birthday! Hope you had a great one. 
Cheers. :)
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shep4life Featured By Owner May 12, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
I shall check it out...and thanks!
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peaseblossoms Featured By Owner Mar 30, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
have a wondeful birthday!!!
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shep4life Featured By Owner May 12, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
A belated thank you :)
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HILIF Featured By Owner Mar 30, 2017  Hobbyist Digital Artist
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