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The End of A Dream

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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

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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

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