My name is Mabel and I'm an nineteen-year-old Spanish girl. I've already been in this website for a couple of years, but I still feel there's much more I need to improve when writing, especially because of the fact that English is not my mother-tongue language. Why do I write? To let things out. I write what I need to cry out- the true feelings inside that cannot be heard or shown, the ones we hide from this noisy world and which accompany us through the path of life. Sometimes crying just isn't enough, and then, you find poetry. About my work, I'm not looking for the perfect poem, that is too subjective to be possible, but I effort to illustrate with my words exactly what I'm feeling. That is why my poetry may not rhyme, have the proper words or be grammatically correct. The only essential will always be the feeling. Anyway, I'll love to know what you think about my work and I'll really appreciate constructive comments about how to improve or about any errors that you might find. |
Spring Young Roses
Tonight a delicious boy served water to me in a...
... What Kills Me ...
The most beautiful and pure rose in a garden of...
..You Are Leaving..
Wandering around the streets, gazing at the void...
... Idyllic Night ...
Switching off the lights I can still feel your...
...My Apologies Piece Of Paper...
My apologies piece of paper...
You'll come back |
I want you to close your eyes |
It was nothing close to p e r f e c t |