I have a compulsive habit to make most of my poems rhyme. for whatever reason, when i write a poem that doesn't rhyme, i tend to consider it more of a thought ramble. i'm pretty emo on occation, though i've been told it's the readable emo, not the "great, thanks, now i want to go curl up in a corner and DIE" emo. if that made ANY sense at all. you'd be hard pressed to find the inspiration behind a lot of the stuff i write. a lot of the time, I have no idea where it came from :P last but not least, i tend to have repetitions, a main paragraph that...well...drives the point home, if you will. this is usually because the poem is going to be (if it isn't already) a song, and i just don't have the heart to break it up. my apologies :) want to know a little something more about me? well, my name is Mandy, and i'm a grade 11 (well, a graduating from grade 11 in like 2 weeks grade 11) and have been born and raised in Ontario. i'm absolutely in love with pastal colours: blue, pink, purple, green... but find that (as far as clothes are concerned) i look better in more earthly colours. to me, there is no difference (except for a few exceptions) between friend and aquaintance. this has it's ups and downs: it means that i'm open, honest, and friendly with everyone i know, but it also means that i am not REALLY close with anyone, except for a few choice people (you know who you are *hearts*) i'm pretty open, and i LOVE meeting new people (especially over the internet! i love making lasting friendships with people online!) so drop me a line :) we can chat! |
When the end is near
we find we'll all be gone...
The complex puzzle on my desk
Is sort of like a confusing test...
Reads like a story, but I thought that some people...
Inspired by Pure Silence, and her Poem...
Reads like a story, but I thought that some people...
Inspired by Pure Silence, and her Poem...
This poem was intended to be shaped like a stop...
if you know me well enough, you'll know who this...
The complex puzzle on my desk
Is sort of like a confusing test...
When the end is near
we find we'll all be gone...
Two fingers
intertwined...
It's when you realize the worst time of your life was the best thing that ever happened to you |