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I've never once deemed myself a poet. Simply because the category boxes me in. Within lines I hope not to write. Lines and formats too cliché... To do proper justice for what I'd like to convey. I strive to put nature on a page. So that each piece is different from the next. My essence doesn't fit in a pretty package. It flourishes on a blank canvas with no direction. Only ink to paper and time for reflection. |
idk who anne sexton is| Posted on 2013-05-09 00:00:00 | by beautiful1059 | [ Reply to This ] | I think when we try to craft too much something gets lost. The best writing I've ever done have just spewed out of emotion. For those of us who write, I think this becomes a lifeline to sanity. It has probably even saved my marriage a time of two when things were a bit rocky. I find with lots of retrospection, that I enjoy going back and reading things I wrote years ago; nits like a reunion with an old friend I now have little in common with. | | Posted on 2013-05-06 00:00:00 | by jaycee | [ Reply to This ] | |