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Julianna Mcleod
Julianna Mcleod Oshawa / Canada, Female, 17
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  • POEM: It's all the same by Julie McLeod (6/17/2013 10:21:00 AM)

    Thank you for that. I agree :) It does look abit confusing lol

  • POEM: Live by kharon march (6/4/2013 4:18:00 PM)

    wow I LOVED how you rhymed that. The way it was written, one word: Awesome

  • POEM: LOVE by kharon march (6/4/2013 4:16:00 PM)

    I agree with Romeo, whose name I love dearly as my own.! I loved the way that was written and it's so relate-able For I feel that too. :) When I see him smile at me in the hall, yet he won't speak to me, I tried to tell him how I feel but I'm not sure he caught my drift when I said I couldn't smile back because I could hardly breath.

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  • Julianna Mcleod (6/6/2013 10:21:00 AM) Post reply

    Does anyone want to check out my poems and comment on what you think and what I can do better?There's always room for change! ... unless your locked in a tight box... try putting skinny jeanse on in there: P lol I'm just kidding hahaha

  • Julianna Mcleod (6/4/2013 4:21:00 PM) Post reply

    Waves from Melbourne Part 1 (Not as innocent, not as pure)

    The waves used to hit the shore lightly
    They would glimmer and shimmer nightly
    They used to crash so brilliantly
    Shining a nice pure blue so beautifully.
    Now the waves have gotten rough,
    They crash the shore really rough,
    Weighing down on me it hits,
    It hits like tons of bricks.
    But you’re surrounded by waves,
    You’re also haunted by ocean graves,
    So they will crash over you, harder than me
    And they will float back out to sea.
    When they come in and go out,
    You hear them as they cry out,
    But at least I hear them, and nothing more
    At least I can see them touch the shore.
    So there’s one thing I know for sure,
    You are not innocent, not as pure.
    As the waves that hit the shore.

    For my friend who I miss dearly. Read my other two Part 2 and 3 :)

  • Julianna Mcleod (6/4/2013 4:08:00 PM) Post reply

    Okay I'm gonna put in here the first one, if you have any interest read part one and two, even if you don't read anyway. You may like one more than the other. Feel free to comment :)

    Waves from Melbourne Part 1 (Not as innocent, not as pure)

    The waves used to hit the shore lightly
    They would glimmer and shimmer nightly
    They used to crash so brilliantly
    Shining a nice pure blue so beautifully.
    Now the waves have gotten rough,
    They crash the shore really rough,
    Weighing down on me it hits,
    It hits like tons of bricks.
    But you’re surrounded by waves,
    You’re also haunted by ocean graves,
    So they will crash over you, harder than me
    And they will float back out to sea.
    When they come in and go out,
    You hear them as they cry out,
    But at least I hear them, and nothing more
    At least I can see them touch the shore.
    So there’s one thing I know for sure,
    You are not innocent, not as pure.
    As the waves that hit the shore.

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