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The Whisperer
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I'm just a woman who loves to write, the things I bottle up inside.
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Poetry
What do you think poetry is? Is it the arrangement of words that sound nice together or is it something more profound? I think that poetry is a paradoxical form of art. It can be read by millions of people but only a few seem to truly grasp its meaning. Perhaps that is the beauty of poetry, the way it can hint at something much deeper than what is explicitly stated. The way it leaves room for interpretation. It is as if poetry is a mirror that reflects not only the poet's emotions but also the reader's.
By The Whispererabout a year ago in Poets
One-Sided Love
I remember the first time I laid eyes on him. I was only ten years old and my brother had invited him over to our house to hang out. At the time, I had no idea who he was but the moment I saw him, I felt something stir inside me. I felt as if the world around me stopped. He was a few years older than me but that didn't matter. I didn't want him to love me back, I just wanted to be close to him, His presence was enough for me. Whenever he came over, I felt like I was on cloud nine but on the days he didn't come, I felt lost as if something important was missing from my life. I went out of my way to see him, even going as far as befriending his younger sister. She was nice, I liked her and till today, I cherish her.
By The Whispererabout a year ago in Confessions