My very first poem!
I was sitting in a car with my mom, waiting for my dad and brother. I got bored and grabbed a pencil and paper and started writing down words. I didn't know what i was doing until i actually read it.
At that moment, i fell in love with writing and poetry. I thought it was so beautiful that people would pour their emotion and soul onto paper.
I guess this poem was just an accident. But what a beautiful accident it is.
haha XP
Silver Moon
Under a beautiful silver moonaubrey commented on Silver Moon
07-08-2009
In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.
Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.
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| Slowly forgetting | 0 | 07/09/2009 |
| What i hate about you | 0 | 07/09/2009 |
| Silver Moon | 1 | 07/09/2009 |
| What is Love | 1 | 07/09/2009 |
| Paradise | 0 | 06/26/2009 |
| Locked Inside | 1 | 06/26/2009 |
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