Whether it was for fun or as a profession, during middle school and all througout high school I knew I wanted to write. Now I'm 20 years old trying to improve my skills after taking a couple years hiatus. The stories I write are aimed towards young adults, but I hope they're fun for everyone!
Impulse
Impulse
The aftermath
of an impulse
contorts in
my stomach.
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July 22, 2008, 8:32 pm
Filed under: Poetry
Filed under: Poetry
Summary: A person writes a letter to an old flame…
Impulse
The aftermath
of an impulse
contorts in
my stomach.
Broken promises,
equal the
consequence:
my disarray.
Forgive me
when you see. A
disturbance isn’t
what I intend.
Reckless actions are
side effects knowing:
life is empty
without you.
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Impulse is something I know rather too well. I feel bad for the speaker. I’ve bothered too many women with my Arian impulses.
Comment by noahthegreat July 22, 2008 @ 8:40 pm