Beth.M
Junior Member

In grade 10 English, I sat at the back of the class, chatting away and causing general havoc. I had been writing stories, poems, and songs since I was a young child. However, for some reason (pride?) I didn’t want anyone to know how much of a tortured soul I was. But my English teacher - he saw something in me, something deeper, and he encouraged me to be courageous with writing. Here, after 10 years of snuffing my voice, I am starting to set it free.

Joined: December 2023 Last seen: 4 months ago

Submitted Poems 2 total

Darling Dissonance In the tangled chords of time’s refrain A complex tune of growing pain The whispers of a fractured song A symphony where broken belong Bickering wind, manic brass Strings that shriek of each trespass Dissonant notes of trust undone Of... – *by Beth M.*	2 Views added 4 months ago	Rating
Darling Dissonance In the tangled chords of time’s refrain A complex tune of growing pain The whispers of a fractured song A symphony where broken belong Bickering wind, manic brass Strings that shriek of each trespass Dissonant notes of trust undone Of... – *by Beth M*	41 Views added 5 months ago	Rating

In the tangled chords of time’s refrain
A complex tune of growing pain
The whispers of a fractured song
A symphony where broken belong

Bickering wind, manic brass
Strings that shriek of each trespass
Dissonant notes of trust undone
Of...

– by Beth M.

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