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Michael 
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Posted on: Nov. 06 2000,02:49 |
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If you people are anything like myself, you have probably experimented with writing poetry, fiction, personal essays, or something similar. Practically everyone that I meet has tried some sort of creative writing like this. And if you're anything like myself, you're often afraid to show this writing to other people, perhaps because it reveals more about yourself than you want to, or perhaps because you're afraid that it isn't any good. Anyways, it occurred to me that this forum is the ideal place to share anything you've written. So, dig around on your hard drive, locate that writing that you had stored away in some dusty corner, and post it. If this thread actually manages to get off the ground, I'll contribute some of my own stuff too.
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Michael
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Posted on: Nov. 06 2000,16:27 |
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Wow, PersonGuy, you've been quite prolific with that poetry. A wide range of stuff too, some serious, some more humorous. I especially liked "Drink" and "Silliness," but that's just my personal opinion.I myself have never competed in any poetry contests, with the exception of one in sixth grade that I won honorable mention in for my (rather grotesque) poem about the dangers of bicycling in lightning storms. Anyways, the following poem was prompted by the discussions on this forum about superficial looks vs. real personality, and just for the record it is written not to any girl in particular but to all of them who feel that they have to look perfect in order to get anyone to like them: A question that I would like to ask,
With an answer you’d be unwilling to say:
Why do you hide behind that mask
That you paint on your face in the mirror each day?
And why do you hide yourself as well,
As if there is no one who’d want to know you,
Or as if personality’s something to sell;
Do you think there is no one who loves what is true?
And why do you act so shallow and shy,
And simple and coy and flirty and vain?
I think it’s a shame; I don’t understand why
You think I’m afraid of a girl with a brain.
Equating friendship with playing a part
Is as bad as equating love with lust.
Stop hiding yourself, let me into your heart;
I won’t steal your soul. All I want is your trust.
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