Poetry of a Young Imagination

Poetry of a Young Imagination

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Just poems I made freshly new from my young imagination. The words came across my mind randomly like flame ashes carried by the wind. I am just a confused and distorted young teenager trying to write how I perceive the world in my own eyes and perspectives. I know I'm still quite illiterate, but writing poems is one of the throwing stones I can use to be more literate. Without a pebble to throw on the lake, you won't see the beauty of the pebble's touch onto the lake.
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Sometimes we fear truth over reality. But things get dark and heavy and we play the blame game. We end up hurting others or ourselves even. We don't think before we act or we don't say before we do. This is the evolution of my madness. A cluster of rants and thoughts and poems for you guys. Everything is written how I wanted it to be rants will be long with few pauses and there will be mistakes I might have skipped over. Aha. Poems at the beginning from when I was 15 years old to now when Im 18. Truly a visual of my writing evolution. Edited by @ChemicalStarling who writes a lot but never posts! Read on, loves. I'll see you on the other side...

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