

Teen Poets BewareI dare all poets self-proclaimed To write without these hackneyed words: Fall, blood, bleeding, broken, maimed, Wings, feathers, flight, torment, and birds. Heart, mirror, mask, cut, knife, and chain Are ancient as tyrannosaurus. E’er sorrow, tears, cries, screams, and pain— Have none of you a real thesaurus? Poetic suff’ring relies not On angsty words, imagined woe. Lost love, lost life, loved life forgot; What of this sorrow do you know? Suburban schmucks! You brood and sigh As though you’re all about to die.Teen Poets Beware
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Won't you visit my gallery??
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my Fantasy Side: ~Pimprelune
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"I have an idea; an idea so smart my head would explode if I even began to know what I was talking about!"
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