Evadelasmiley

About Evadelasmiley

What is writing to me?

Its my heart and soul. I'm not the best writer, but people seem to like what I show them. I think that's because what I write is real and raw, if a little refined. I write from the soul, be it euphoric or desperate, I write what my heart and soul would say if they could speak. I think, or at least I hope, that I articulate what a lot of people have pent up inside of them, the things that eat at them, but have a hard time confronting. A lot of, no, most of life is overwhelming, be it good or bad. I feel like I am at least slightly blessed with a gift for words and articulating feelings, so I write down what seems to be a little too intense. When I do that, and I'm searching for the next line, I find that I think of things that weren't in the scope of my brain. While I write, be it free writing, prose, poetry, etc., I feel like I take apart a feeling or situation in a way that simply thinking about it just doesn't suffice. Sometimes thinking just clutters the mind more, like paving the same roads over and over. With writing, my thoughts tend to flow out of me without hindrance. People tell me to use my writing as my own release. And, to an extent, it is a release. But really, writing is a way for me to critique my soul, and discover my flaws. I write, mainly, for self improvement. ---------

Feel free to contact me with a PM, comments, or even my email, xEvadelasmiley@gmail.com, if you so desire. Im open to discussing poetry, or personal matters if you need someone to just vent.

Profile of Evadelasmiley

  • Age : 16
  • Gender : Male
  • Country : USA, Virginia
  • Joined : Aug 23, 2010
  • Last Visit : 14 years ago
  • Poems : 15
  • Comments : 2
  • Quotes : 11
  • Posts : 0
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  • Sometimes I think Life is a dementor, and death is my patronus.

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  • We are captives our our own identity, living in prisons of our own creation.

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  • There is no true hate. Only Love. The only reason we "Hate" anyone, is because we once loved them.

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