100 Things Challenge: Day 1

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I've been seeing this meme around but I didn't decide to participate until I saw slinkslowdown's post.

I've decided to do mine for poetry. 100 poems that I enjoy. Well without further ado.

The poem that I cannot get out of my head is: Daddy by Sylvia Plath. I have the lines of it stuck in my head. I want to play the audio of her speaking it like a song. After reading this poem I was inspired to imitate it. This is a poem that has made an impression on me and I feel it deeply.

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100 Poems: Day 2

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The second poem I'd like to share is sisters by Lucille Clifton.

I came across Mrs. Clifton a few months back. I can't remember exactly which poem it was that made me take interest but I liked her work. I bought one of her collections and I also checked out collected works. Her work touches something in me. This poem relates to my experience with my best friend, Ashleigh, who I refer to as my sister from another mister. Though we aren't blood related I truly feel like she is my sister. My twin half even. Ashleigh is the sister I wish I had and even if I'm never able to connect to my blood sister I still have her.

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100 Poems: Poem #3

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The third poem I would like to share is never give all the heart by W.B. Yeats

This poem is sort of my view on romance and maybe in relationships in general but specifically romance. While I can be a romantic I tend to be sort of jaded. I always hold myself back somewhat in my romantic relationships. I don't want to give my whole self to the other person because I feel like that makes me vulnerable and I fucking hate being in that state. It makes me feel exposed and raw. I'd rather hide behind the mask of neutrality. You stop talking to me. I didn't need you anyway. You rejected me. You weren't worth my time. It's a defense mechanism.

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