Poetically Correct

 The setting of this particular event is in one of the most pecular places one can have an inspiration. The potty room. On top of that, a public potty room. Please don't feel offended, and don't shy away from this story. I promise you, it is worth reading.
     Walking down the long endless hallway of the restroom, I had no idea what was in store for me, and I never realized how easy it is for me to forget things I really need to do. I won't mention those things. For some reason I happened to...
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I realize there is a huge risk in putting something I write on an open blog. That's because I'm a terribly trusting person. I don't believe someone take something that a mediocre writer would post publically and uncopy-righted. I do not believe that what I write is amazing. I can't bethe judge of that, that's why I want you, reader, to be.

I would like to say that I am putting my full trust in whoever you are, whoever comes across my website that what I have to say is not exploited on the inte...
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Reaching in the sky for an incentive;
inspiration and happiness are too intensive -
My hands and heart up in the clouds,
and when I brought them down:
Inspiration from the God above,
with every bit of passion and love.
I did not search and seek for dawn,
after Day's curtain had been drawn.
Instead I rested on the earth -
Next to that open, natural hearth.
When Rain wakened me with a gentle drop,
I began my Journey, to the mountain top.
It wasn't easy, at times I fell.
But I was so determined to excel,
That...
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I've been so demanded,
and brainwashed convinced,
that the world in which I belong,
is where monsters exist.
When others are dreaming
of their wedding day,
I am stuck chasing
my nightmares away.
No helpful solutions,
as normal as can be,
can push them far enough
from coming back to me.
When I close my eyes,
and drift off to sleep,
here are the things
that my mind seems to keep.

I wrote this about my nightmares. Everynight I have some kind of nightmare.. and this has been going on for about a year and a hal...

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“Bring a Guest”

..And so I brought you,
Where my heart said “you're invited,
Bring a guest”.

The party was a masquerade,
but you brought yourself
to find a thousand realities
to my one and only fairy tale,
each one raising their glasses
to the end of the long awaited story.

I didn't expect to find what I witnessed.
The day it was raining
not one single idea was dampened
with regret.
Somehow laughter was created
from the bits and pieces
of broken yesterdays,
shattered by someone else.

I br...

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    Right now, I have this crazy little six year old running around my living room. Oh, yeah... that's my little sister.
I should probably explain myself before I venture any further. I am 18 years old, and I've been writing since I was about 8. Writing is my passion, but it is not my calling. I am a spontanious writer, and it pains me when I have to make sense of my own ideas.
I will be going to school to become an RN for the next two years, and after that I will be on my way to becoming a neo...
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