My Voice
Beautiful
Intelligent
Strong
Virtues gained
And stored in my
Silent intensity
-Laughter like a hyena leaving pink tongue unwillingly-
She's forgetting
How to speak softly
Because that's when they have to force
Themselves to listen
A game
Between megaphone and mouse
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AngelP
Hello world of poetry! I utilize poetry as an escape from the stresses of my life, but more importantly because I love the way re-reading one of my written poems feels. It's like feeling what's really going on inside my cranium, the talent, the drive, the need to just spill loose thoughts. All of my poems are spontaneous bursts of thought that happen without much consensus to anything else I'm doing at the time. So enjoy and give feedback!
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