Juno sincerely apologizes for all this hype & wishes her life was not common knowledge dictated and destroyed by the uninvolved.
Sorry for not buying into it, everyone. Sorry for limiting your reasons to respect me. Sorry for having the flaw of emotion. And trying to make debacles work.
But then again, why I am sorry when it's not my fault?
Why do I persistently attempt to combat the void?
Oh yeah: because I'm genuine. Because I care. Because maybe, I am what you're not seeing. And maybe, I should be.
Now if you payed no heed to the title, why would you do the same to me?
I'm just striving to slake the spare contingencies and further erase all excuses derived by inadvertent, circumstantial, unavailing, quixotic events.
It is contemptible how inconsequential this all is now.
So what's the crux of my bombastic clamor?
Even remonstrance is incommensurate at this point.
Even I know that I am far from your pragmatic view and I'm sure this just aids your predetermination, of who and what I am, with parsimonious room for revision.
This deficiency is what is unbearable to me.
But I guess this is just one of those things that has to be dealt with.
Just dealt with.
...Unless you'd like to show me your cards...
One thing you should know about me: You don't know me.
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I love the line "unless you would like to show me your cards". You have a very interesting way of seeing yourself as an individual. You strike me as a revolutionary full of who hasn't yet found a cause but will sometime soon. your vocabulary is astonishing (and much better than my spelling). I would like to read an I am from poem from you. If your not sure what that is ask miss strout, I'm sure you would enjoy writting it.
to edit my previous comment the statement should have been " a revolutionary full of passion"
Thank you very much (obviously said in an Elvis voice) :]
I like this piece because I feel like just reading it allows someone to know me. Not all about me or even a side of me - more like a streak of myself, or a snapshot of a moment of emotion. A reaction.
As for my words, one thing I pride myself on in my works is diction. However, I do get carried away with obscure ones. Do you feel like it takes away any meaning?
And I'd really enjoy making an 'I am from' poem. I'll definitely ask Strout as soon as I get the chance (might not be for a week due to midterms :/ ) because it sounds like something that would really be an exploration to write.
Once again, thank you for your comment - and correction - on this piece :]
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