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I’m just a girl , living in a small minded world , who was gifted with the ability to effortlessly write what we can not speak across pages few still read . This book is a tribute to a dying genre of writing , my beloved poetry. Inspired by Elizabeth Barrett Browning , Robert Frost , Edgar Allen Poe , and R.M Drake .

Into The Night

Into the night , my soul evolves Trying to understand it all The obscene gestures of the current times Terrorism being the header of every head line A world filled with chaos and devastation Fear stretching across the many nations Nudity , drugs , and sex seem to be all the clout But shouldn’t there be bigger and better things to converse about Riddled by the confusion , a browser controls our humanity Instead of holding off crusades , we’re witnessing world tragedies Too focused on a screen to open our hearts and minds To what conflict resolution can we as humans define ? Afraid of artificial intelligence , yet that’s what we have become In the age of 2019 the human race is dumb No longer building rockets , to explore the night beyond Chained to our computers to which we’ve grown so fond Society is blinded , though we type and voice and stream We’re exactly where they want us and no where in between Held hostage by the internet , we follow every trend Spending money on the none sense , this cycle has no end And as I sit and wonder where all the dreamers have escaped I find my self trouble summed by humanities newest fate The world is passing by , right outside your front door And with out adventure you’ll never find what you’re looking for No browser will help you , no WiFi strong enough to connect For with out the world around you , humanity is just a lost concept

All poems are copyright of the originating author. Permission must be obtained before using or performing others' poems.

Blog entries by Aimee

Steam covered windows (02/06/2020)

Contemplating (02/06/2020)

Stay (02/06/2020)

Empty (02/06/2020)

War (05/01/2020)

To be (03/01/2020)

If I could touch the stars (16/12/2019)

When the stars fade (15/12/2019)

I’d love to say I love you (13/12/2019)

Overwhelmed (12/12/2019)

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Paul Sayer

Fri 3rd Jan 2020 10:03

Hi Aimee welcome to a whole new year here at WOL

Your poetry is beautifully written.

I look forward to reading more of your musings' in 2020.

Sometimes the comments can be a tad lacking... Keep writing!
Sometimes the comments can seem rather cold... Keep writing!
Sometimes the comments can be amazing... Keep writing!
Sometimes the comments don't even come... Keep writing!

We all need to read more of what you will gift to us

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Alem Hailu G/Kristos

Tue 17th Dec 2019 15:01

Yes I pine the good old days.That is why I love classic poems.Despite its significance modernity has eroded so many things on its wake.Keep on penning such interesting poems.

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Fri 15th Nov 2019 05:51

Thank you !!!! I’m glad I’ve finally found a place full of creative thinkers

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Fri 15th Nov 2019 04:11

Good work Aimee !! Good to know that are people of all ages seeing that the world has a lot a contradictions 😃

I have posted an piece this morning called Who am I, sharing very much of the same emotion in your post

Love your work !

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Fri 15th Nov 2019 00:18

Thank you I’ve been writing for 10 years but haven’t published yet never thought I was that good

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Thu 14th Nov 2019 05:18

Welcome Aimee! I love your poetry already and look forward to reading more!

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