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There is no need for a proper introduction. I am just an average young woman with above average goals. Its either you enjoy what I say or don't care. There is no sugar coating anything with me. Straight forward and upfront. That's just me. Anything you want to know don't be afraid to ask. I'm not as mean and stuck up what others think I am. I just don't play around when I have my mind set on something. I do have a sweet and compassionate side. And I love to joke around and laugh all day. With that being said I hope you enjoy my posts. Feel free to read, comment, and share my posts with friends and family. Thank you :)

Thursday, November 21, 2013

Poetry with Atta


Poetry is a remedy because it is a way to let true feelings out. To point an illustration with words due to the topic and what is being said. You're using YOUR words to describe something, either fictional or not. That's like saying, paintings about epic events are not art.. A poem can rhyme or not, can be fiction or non-fiction, can be biography, or more like a dream. It is within the craft of the writer, to write, rewrite and correct completely and sometimes tear the whole thing up and start over. Poetry is therapy. I have used my poetry to heal myself, to reveal myself, to revel in my triumphs and to drown and die in my tragedies, my responsibilities. Poetry has taken me to new understandings, to revelations and epiphanies that are not just shocking, but also life threatening, to the point of absolute paralysis of the senses. Plato, I know, he didn't want to include poetry and poets in the closed circuit of his Republic, wrongfully, though some may disagree with both of us. All those things and more, make poetry an art form. I might add that I believe a poet resides in every heart, sometimes in a dark corner of empty space and sometimes behind a simple latch gate. The music and sounds that poetry makes belong to the author, until shared, or foisted upon an unfriendly audience. But those same sounds make poetry beautiful or sad, melancholy or manic, and as the story continues, the holy ground from which poetry comes sprouts eternal.

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