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A Bio I Suppose

This is not a poem. This is a quick little rambling about myself and what I do. 
I'm not particularly sure if what I write is "poetry" perse. 
I suppose I'd consider it a release of my inner most thoughts.
The way I "throw it down", as I'm referring to syllables, placement, rhythm and what not,  is only a reflection of how I'm feeling at that time. 
Although I wouldn't say I'm a particularly fantastic writer, I do love to engage in it. 
Its a release. It's therapeutic. It's..... me. 

 Now for the fun stuff. Fun? Ah, maybe. 
My name is Renee Bousquet. I'm 19 years old. I live in a small little town, the whereabouts of which I will probably not tell you. ;)
I'm an artist, in every sense of word I suppose. I draw, I write.... I.... Oh geeze, I don't even know. All I know, is that in every aspect of life, I tend to see beauty. I use colors to my advantage, I find creativity in the bleakest aspects of life. Art IS my life. Without it? I would be a very sad person. 

I'm also bipolar. In saying that, I am by no means looking for any sympathy. I'm more so giving you a small look into who I am. See, I don't see my "bipolar disorder" as a negative thing. I view it as a garden. If I tend to it, take care of it, make sure it doesn't get out of hand, it can be a beautiful, intriguing, and free-spirited aspect of who I am. If I don't however, I get weeds, and pests, and dead plants, and it takes a long time to take care of it. 

I also tend to ramble! I'm the queen of digressing! 

I love south park. I enjoy sushi. I'm very witty, and enjoy singing self-written songs on the fly. I'm a dork. Extremely comfortable. I'm a free-spirit. I'm also passionate. 

I am who I am. 

And that's that.

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There Isn'T a Title Called, I'M Really Bored

Zibbity Zabbity. 
Zoomity Zoo. 
I'm Bill Cosby. 
How about you? 

I took my meds. 
Without any food. 
And now I'm kooky. 
I'm not a dude. 

This poem is stupid. 
It's not even a poem. 
I'm eating a sandwich.
on a bagel. 

The end.

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Finding Hope In Solitude

Have you ever walked down a lonely sidewalk?
The wind blew at a curious angle, as though gently stroking your hair?
The clouds were bleak, yet beautiful. They were grey, and blue. Lilac and white. 
It was calm. Peaceful. Gently giving you some sort of inspiration.
That you've needed for so long. 
The chill that you felt was not foreboding. It was loving. 
A soothing voice that spoke in your ear. 
All was silent, except for an inkling of hope.

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Godspeed

What just happened?
I ask myself this simple question every day. 
How could I have let you...?
How was I so blind....?
I ask myself this simple question every day. 
How could one person absorb my thoughts?
My feelings?
My values even! 
You turned the hourglass. 
My hourglass. 
What had once filled my soul with light?
Fell like grains of sand through the gap.
My one weakness. 
How did you find it?
Is this okay?
I didn't mean to!
I'm sorry!
Those two words came from my mouth so many times. 
Like vomit. 
Constant. Uninhibited. Subconscious. 
I try so hard to hate you everyday. 
Well, I suppose I do. 
A little. 
You don't deserve anything less than my hate, my spit, the hidden evils of my heart. 
The evils I try so hard to conceal. 
Yet. Everything you did? 
You hurt me. 
Did you mean it? 
Did you truly intend to find the scars I already had? 
Did you intentionally reopen them?
I will never know. 
Ah, so there goes my sick curiosity again.
The compassion and trust that lead me into your game in the first place.
You used it. 
You used all of my compassion, and trust, and... love. 
To your advantage. 
For your own gain. 
As much as I want to hate you. 
You know what they say, eye for an eye. 
.......
I can't. 
In fact? 
I feel sorry for you. 
I'm sorry that for some reason...
You feel inadequate. 
Amidst this huge world, you feel small. 
Insignificant.
Worthless.
That's why you placed that on me?
Isn't it?
but this time?
I will not wish upon you pain and suffering. 
But love. 
Self-love. 
Love for life. 
Love for the beauty around you. 
And that. Is my healing. 
You killed my spirit. You placed upon me your pain. 
However. 
I am not a victim. 
I merely passed this test.
I'm stronger because of you. 
I hope you find peace one day. 
I hope you break this cycle. 
For the first time?
I say. 
Godspeed.