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This is the poetry journal of tinuviel8994, containing both her own poetry and others' that strikes her fancy. This to avoid spamming her own LJ with poetry.

This is the narcissistic sort of venue where a girl can vent her bitterness, her madness, her ... pictures of herself put through HP ImageCenter filters...









"…First of all, everybody has a memory when you were eleven years old and you were walking down a particular street on a certain day, and the trees—there was a certain wind blowing through the trees and the way that the sound of your feet made on the stones as you came up the drive and the way the light hit a particular house. Everyone has memories they carry with them for no particular reason and these things live within you—you had some moment of pure experience that revealed to you what it meant to be alive, what it means to be alive, what the stakes are, the wind on a given day, how important it is, or what you can do with your life. That’s the writer’s job…to present that experience to an audience who then experience their own inner vitality, their own center, their own questions about their own life and their moral life…and there’s a connection made. That’s what keeps you writing, that’s what keeps you wanting to write that next song, because you can do that, and because if I do it for you, I do it for me.” -- Bruce Springsteen

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