Incidents happen in our lives. Incidents inspire creativity. Like everyone, things happen to me, sight smell sound experience. From poetry about my hometown of Cambridge to computers going wrong to love, it's all here. So join me as we review some incidents as I Emote in Poetry.
Read an excerpt:
When You Look At Me
THEY SAY THEY EYES ARE THE WINDOW TO THE SOUL.
THEY SHATTER INTO A THOUSAND TINY PIECES WHEN YOU LOOK AT ME.
MY SOUL IS BARED FOR YOUR TO SEE; YOU SUCK IT UP GREEDILY, HUNGRILY.
THEN TAKE ME IN YOUR ARMS, AND KISS ME.
MY HEART BEATS FASTER WHENEVER I FEEL YOUR GAZE UPON MY NECK.
IF THIS HAPPENS MANY MORE TIMES I'M SURE TO HAVE A HEART ATTACK, BECAUSE OF THE WAY YOU LOOK AT ME. YOU SMILE SOFTLY WHENEVER I'M NEAR, ACCEMPTING ME FOR WHO I AM. YOU KNOW YOU CAN'T CHANGE ME; YOU LOVE ME FOR WHO I AM.
MY STOMACH DOES FLIP-FLOPS WHENEVER YOU'RE NEAR ME. I TRY TALK TO YOU BUT I STUTTER,
FORCING THE WORDS OUT. YOU SMILE AT ME IN UNDERSTANDING, ACCEPTABNCE, YOU SIMPLY LET
ME BE ME, AND LOVE ME FOR WHO I AM.
About the author:
Shaun Dickinson was bon on 20/06/86. He lived in Cambridge in the United Kingdom. He went to Brunswidk Nursery, St. Mathews Primary School and Parkside Community College. He currently resides in Eynesbury, St. Neots and went to Emulf Community School.
Diagnosed with learning disability and asthma at a young age, he also has a unique perspective on life and thus become interested in writing in order to express his emotions. He has few close people and was always a social loner.
He enjoys reading and creative writing and has hopes of one day becoming a school librarian.
Anyone who wants to get in touch can do so at Shaun.Dickinson2@ntlworld.com
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