Emily Dickinson Jr.

Saturday, January 01, 2005
Running
yes, my first poem in like a month, no more writers block, whoo hoo

i want to run away
from the pain and the sorrow
the hurt and the tears
the love and the loss
the memories of days long past
and fear of days to come
the hope that things will get better
and the knowledge that theyre only gonna get worse
the need to be the best
to be anything but me
the longingness to be perfect
to be accepted by all
the temptation to do wrong
the expectations to do right
the constant judgements
and frequent dissatifications
all the lies
and the truths you only wish were lies
and all the things that go wrong
it is from that i wish to run

byline: ariel 8:37 PM | |

About the Author
My names Ariel, im a dancer and a writer, i idolize one of the weirdest poets in history, (partly why im so weird) Miss Emily Elizabeth Dickinson, wow that woman was a genious.... well ya, im not gonna lie to you, i dont think my poems are that great, theyre jus my rambelings about life, you know, but ya, tag me (my tag boards on the bottom of the colum on the right) and tell me wut you think, or dont, you know what ever floats ur boat.... o also, not all of these poems are mine, but most of em are, and if u want me to put one of ur poems in here, heck jus tell me and i will, ttfn

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............. sry
a christmas story
thinkin
all the old poems
wirters block
A beliveable farie tale
Dear Iowa (one final taylor poem)
before i hated you (yet another taylor poem)
misunderstood hatred (another taylor poem)

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My Favorite Poems and Quotes: Love is anterior to life, posterior to death, initial to creation, and the exponent of breath -Emily Dickinson WITHIN my reach! I could have touched! I might have chanced that way! Soft sauntered through the village, Sauntered as soft away! 5 So unsuspected violets Within the fields lie low, Too late for striving fingers That passed, an hour ago. -Emily Dickinson I âM nobody! Who are you? Are you nobody, too? Then there âs a pair of usâdonât tell! They âd banish us, you know. How dreary to be somebody! 5 How public, like a frog To tell your name the livelong day To an admiring bog! -Emily Dickinson hope is the thing with feathers, that pearches in the soul, and sings the tune, without the words, and never stops at all -Emily Dickinson i dwell in possibiliy -Emily Dickinson Before god we are all equally wise, and equally foolish -Albert Einstein success is counted sweetest by those who nearly succede -Emily Dickinson we turn not older with years, but newer every day -Emily Dickinson...................... **MY TAGGIES**