
"They flee from me that sometime did me seek,
With naked foot stalking within my chamber:
Once have I seen them gentle, tame, and meek,
That now are wild, and do not once remember
That sometime they have put themselves in danger
To take bread at my hand; and now they range,
Busily seeking in continual change."
Sir Thomas Wyatt
Poetry is a gift, some people are meant to have it. Others can paint, draw, compose music, make speeches. I can write. Whether it is of quality i do not know. I only know that at times a wind travels within me and turns emotions and thoughts into poems. It does not happen often, i have concluded now that i cannot force inspiration. It comes to me whenever it choose to and the rest of the time leaves me barren.
I am mostly inspired by emotions, influencial people in my life, art, the world around me and sometimes by my religion. My poetry is certainly not happy-go-lucky, happy and light emotions usually don't stir anything in me. For something to inspire me it has to be deep, intense, dark, passionate or sorrowful. I write both in English and in Greek(my native language) but unfortunately i cannot share with you my greek poems.

I am still looking at the mirror and wondering who is that person staring back. I have not fully discovered who i am and what i can do but i can tell you a few things.
I love: my cat Mysterio, the night, nature, flirting, movies, darkness, the moon and stars, astrology, vampires, horses, the Celts, emotions, purple and deep red, sleeping, mexican and italian food, Middle Ages, Scotland, Arthurian legends, cowboys and the South,attention, theatre, geishas, dresses, sexy underwear,trailers, music, poetry of course, martial arts, fairies, witches and elves, smoking, whisky, older men ,blankets, rain.etc
I dislike/hate: heat, bugs, waking up in the morning, being ignored, big crowds, having to speak in front of big crowds, vodka, know-it-alls, animal abuse, superficiality. etc
That's all for now...!Check later for more.


- Last seen on Apr 18 5:13 AM. Member since December 2, 2007.
- I am a 18 year old girl (Greece)
- When I'm not writing, I'm a lost soul.
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on Heartfire by Butterfly Beauty, on December 4, 2007Such a moving poem!!I would say that it is a sharp stab of beauty and pain. It starts quite cliche and plain but it builds emotionally and comes to a tragic and painful ending. It's not the poem that has the same power in all its lines neither the one that starts powerfully and meets a week ending.Your poem is like walking from the roots to the top of a mountain.
I liked it a lot!!It touched me because i can relate...These are the deep and beautiful lines i liked the most:
"with his hands all tangled in my hair" a hint of affectionate and could-be sensual imagery!I love lines that involve hair.
"I want to find my soul
so I can have a soul mate" Creative this is!It states that first you must find the soul that you are missing and then you will be able to find a soulmate.
"I pleadingly, wholeheartedly
sincerely, genuinely
desperately
want to be in love
because maybe then
I’ll be able to stop thinking of you" the ending is just superb!
Aww well done!And if this is personal,good luck!I feel for you...!*bookmarks this*

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Overally,to my surprise i liked it very,very much!