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∞ retourner {home}
∞ ma roman {book}
∞ &
∞ Gentle Temptation
∞ In Too Deep
∞ Isanity
∞ Is my Bitterness Gone Wrong?
∞ It's Like Suicide
∞ Lack of.
∞ Life as a Poet
∞ Me, Myself, and I
∞ My Moment in Time
∞ Poem of that Night
∞ Sick
∞ Sudden Awakening
∞ The Day I Died
∞ Timeline of Memories
∞ Aethereality.net
∞ Index Stock.com
∞ Hybrid-Genesis.com
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This poem is one of the first that I wrote...some of you might think it's a bit weird but that's your problem not mine. I also think that you'll only understand this if you're hardcore artist.
Life as a Poet
Stuck in the world of literature,
feeling ever so pure.
Not wanting to leave,
hoping for a reprieve.
The guesswork begins,
like a fish without fins.
Hoping to discover,
or write,
a book with a cover.
Needing money,
like bees need honey.
Wanting life as a celebrity,
is as hard as making an ugly woman pretty.
Life as a poet begins,
Worlds that rhyme,
Sounds like that of a chime,
Tastes like that of sour lime.
Life as a Poet begins.
© Gemma Loud
Aethereality.net
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