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As some of you may know, writing is something I enjoy doing, but it is also something I don't often share with others. This is probably because I either don't feel confident in my work, or because they are things so richly coated with my innermost feelings, that I prefer to tuck them away rather than have them exposed. However, I suppose there's no harm in displaying some things that I write every now and then. Mind you, they may not be stellar pieces; they may not even be close to it, but I can guarantee that whatever I write represents me and my sincere feelings at the current time.

Instead of making different threads, I will use this one to post whatever comes, thus the title. Surely an actual "diary" it won't be! That would be disastrous! But you get the idea.

And well, as you soon will see, I will be writing more stories/fan fics than anything else, because a poet I surely am not!

For now, here's something I wrote last night :

i for You

It was not written in the stars,
Nor was it whispered to me in a Spring breeze.
It did not come traveling from a land afar,
Nor did an Angel tell it to me in my sleep.

It was not sought in god’s scriptures,
Nor sipped in the form of a magical potion.
It did not take first sight as a picture,
Nor some unexplained sense of divine devotion.

It is not even in the words in this poem i write,
Nor is it hidden in the lyrics of my song.
All i know is what i feel in my heart is right,
For You are the one my soul has so longed,

It is something that will be forever true:
That this love i have vested to You shall never fade,
For my life is complete now that i’ve found You,
Because it was You for which I was made.

- Demi

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This is something I wrote last night when I was feeling rather, well, sad. Although I can be someone that easily relates to others, I still find it hard to relate myself to others. Albeit I can discuss others' problems with utter most sincerety and openess, I find it terribly difficult to express my own. This is the perfect example: Last night, when I said too much of what I shouldn't have and too little of what I should have, I could not let this other person know what I really and truly felt, and thus I then proceeded to writing this - a collective thought that expresses what I wanted to say.