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Welcome to this Poetry Website. Please use the navigation menu on the left hand side of this page to read my poetry. Please remember that this is all my original work therefore it is copyright protected. You are not restricted to copy any work without permission from me first.
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ABOUT THIS WEBSITE
I have created this website to display & share my creative writing. Poetry is a form of art that expresses emotions and comes form the heart & soul of a person. It does not have to rhyme and pretty much anything goes, as it is a free form of writing. Expressing feelings through art & creative writing has proved to be very therapeutic.
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ABOUT ME
My name is Dayna, I live in the North East of England. I am in my twenties and have been writing poetry since I was a child, but since developing a chronic condition at 18 that causes pain & fatigue my writing became much more than simply writing. It became a great way to express feelings and relieve tension & stress in a creative way.
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Keyword tags:
CFS
Chronic
chronicfatiguesyndrome
Fatigue
fibromyalgia
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HMS
hypermobilitysyndrome
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| TyHamer | some Pains | 0 | Jul 13 2009, 8:22 PM EDT by TyHamer | ||
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Some pains don't wash with the morning rains-but stain the innonence that we were born with.
That gift of seeing the sweet honeys' of life-experiencing communicative relationships with the birds and the butterflies... No eyes should have to cry these kind of tears. lost years of my exsistence that I could of used growing my seeds into strong trrees! Watching them bear fruit sweeter than the lemon-drops that often sour my mental... Some pains don't pass like the night to the day-they stay, and play on my heart-strings pulling away at my very soul. Hoiw cold does it have to be before we're alloted the warmth of a single hug. Love... Love floats above my head in a dream, and everytime I reach to hold it- I find myself holding pains of loves that disappeared before they were even born. Some pains don't heal... And sometimes? Thats all I feel. |
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