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Hello everyone. I am new to the guild --waves--. My name is Christina and I am fifteen years old smile . I have had a thing for writing almost my entire life. My friends tend to call me a "Grammar Nazi", though I would have to disagree because my spelling is not always perfect. But, anyways, here is some of my poetry.

When The Sky Falls
There's something about the way the light hits her,
The way the shadows fall around her feet.
Shadows of depression, confusion, and anxiety
Dissipate in quiet evanescence.
Her presence, her voice, and her wisdom
Heal the wounds of betrayal and self-hatred.
She satisfies, soothes, and saves the suicidal;
And she's a lost little girl's salvation when the sky falls.

The Spider
How much do you know?
How much do you care?
How much will you ask?
And how much will I share?
Will I tell you the truth?
Or twist you little lies?
Will I look into your face?
And stare into your eyes
And serenade you
With a symphony of honest lies?
Will I catch you in the sticky silk
Of an artistic web I weave?
A web of things you know, aren’t true.
For it is a web woven by those who deceive.
Shall I deny how I feel for you.
Shall I wrap you in the strands?
The threads,
The rope?
Will it burn your skin?
Rape your virgin softness, and cause you to redden?
Do you hear the cracking of your spine
When you’re hanging by your neck
From a web of tangled truths?
As you sway
Back and forth
Back and forth
From a web of honest lies.

What Lies Beneath
Body full; eyes empty
Lifeless soul in raging flesh.
Secret life in secret places
Secret hate for all she faces.

But what lies beneath
To make the will
So savagely consumed?
And what lies behind
The distant stare
That tries to believe
And convince it doesn't care?
What lies beyond
The flesh and bones?
What lies of man
Has it been told?
What lies beneath
To make the whole
So sick inside
So sick of life?

Body full; eyes empty
Lifeless soul in raging flesh.
Secret death in secret places
Secret dread of all she faces.

I'll Be Seeing You
Life revolves around you
Like hands of a clock,
Can’t slow down.
Can’t speed up.
Can’t stop.

During the night
I lie awake,
And warm wet tears
make rivers down my face.
my only solace
is thinking of you,
worshipping you,
and counting the days
til I’ll be seeing you.

It hurts the most
When I’m not in your presence
Everything pales when you’re gone
And it’s cold in your absence.
My only comfort
Is dreaming of you,
Speaking of you,
And counting the hours
Til I’ll be seeing you.

I love your melodic laughter,
And the sound of your voice
It’s quiet when you’re gone.
Silence. Darkness. Sadness.
My only relief
Is hearing you,
Listening to you,
And counting the minutes
Til I’ll be seeing you.

I miss your eyes,
And the gentle curve of your hips,
The blonde strands of your hair,
And the softness of your lips.
My only comfort
Is photograhing you,
Admiring the beauty of you,
And counting the seconds
Til I’ll be seeing you.

When time takes me
And tears you from my life
And you’re away indefinitely,
My only solace
Will be remembering you,
Thinking of you,
Worshipping you,
Dreaming of you,
Speaking of you,
Admiring the beauty of you,
Wanting you,
Needing you,
Loving you,
And knowing that the day we part,
The day that I lose you,
Will not be the last day
I’ll be seeing you.



Constructive critisism is very much appreciated. mrgreen

Thanks mrgreen . Haha, don't worry, obviously I am not that great either wink . I have never been much of a poet; I am more of the journalist type of writer more than anything. I occasionally write short stories as well. But, as I said, I am not that great domokun . Ah, constructive critisism is always appreciated xd .

Are you kidding me? I just now read this so called "un-great" work you speak of, and was blown away completely. Your descriptions were beyond what I would normally consider outstanding, and your poems were lovely. I especially love Poem #2 I read. You really are a wonderful writer, so do not say otherwise, or I will have to attack you with a spork domokun (kidding, of course wink ).

And thank you, by the way smile . I am glad you ejoyed them smile .

Aye, it really is. Especially when reading all the other brilliant pieces around, it makes it even more of a challenge wink .

You should xd . What is the essay about?

Yatta xD! I cannot wait to read it xd .

Well, you also said that your poetry wasn't good wink . So... I think I will go judge for myself xd .

--sneaks away to read it--

--read it-- xD!