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[sheispoetry]

Today in class, I was bored... so I started writing and when I looked at the paper, there was poetry (that is used loosely) about my dad. Interesting. But the girl sitting next to me (annoying Stephanie) is a nosy peeker, so I had to be sneaky about it and turn the page everytime I had written to the point where she could see. The page-turning made

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[stars_not_scars]

my father is dark
and remains a mystery
he is a good book, but I cannot read him at all

i liked that part.
♥
xo.

[sheispoetry]

Thank youuuuu... <333

hello

[thatoneblondboy]

you are a very talented writer!
and there aren't too many interesting writers these days
-mary

Re: hello

[sheispoetry]

I have a fan! Everytime I hate whatever I'm writing, I'm gonna read that... now you have to like what I write :)
Thank you <33

stumbled across you

[ex_scorppoe]

I can relate to this entry quite a bit-- at least the part before the poem. I can think of many times that I have been grabbed by some muse and had to turn pages quickly to avoid peering eyes. Or, I would try to strategically place my arms, so I continue.

But the poem itself is very nice. There are some very strong lines in there. Actually, it makes me want to know more about your dad-- you might think of turning this into a story. :)

Re: stumbled across you

[sheispoetry]

thank you.
I am inspired right now to write a damn book...
how did you find me?
<3

Re: stumbled across you

[ex_scorppoe]

How did I find you? Let's see if I can evem remember that. Well, chances are that I was bored the other night and looking for interesting people to read. Sometimes I will search on an interest and then look at the ones with names that strike me somehow. And sometimes when I'm looking at their user info, the friends listed have interesting names too, so I go look at them. Of course, I only do this when bored to the extremes-- which I think I was the other night.

Wow, now that was verbose. :)