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Hello again! First of all I apologise hugely for having been absent during the course of the week so far - all of the social duties I had seemed to deliberately drag themselves out so I had no time to post! As soon as I'm done with this post I'm going to go back and finish replying to all of your lovely comments on my first post.

So with this post, if you all don't mind, I'm going to share a couple of my poems that I put under my general sort of "love and the despair it causes" umbrella. The first is one of my oldest poems (that I dare show to the light of day!) that prompted a fairly positive reaction when I posted it on tumblr which gets borrowed every now and again to go on graphics concerning James T. Kirk (from the rebooted Star Trek mostly) and Enjolras from Les Misérables, and although I never actually intended it to be about either of those two I'm very flattered that people think it applies enough to have a creative reaction of their own to it. The second is one of my newer ones which was prompted for some very strange reason by listening to Crack the Shutters by Snow Patrol, and I couldn't tell you why exactly I'm afraid!

Anyway, I'm going to place them both under cuts, and I would really appreciate your thoughts on and reactions to either or both of them! I struggle most with flow and line breaks (I can never decide where to put them); but apart from that I would be very interested to hear what feelings you take away from them, as I'm curious to know whether the message I intended actually comes across. Thank you very much in advance for reading them!

( the boy i love left me for a revolution )

( Modern Geography )

Hello, everyone! My name's Ellie and I'm incredibly flattered to have been asked to host this week on POETREE by

jjhunter , who found me on tumblr some time ago. I'm afraid I'm new to the community and the way things work around here, but I'm really excited to get to know you and to have the opportunity to discuss poetry more in-depth.

A brief bit of background about myself: I'm twenty years old and highly amateur when it comes to poetry. I honestly have no rhyme or reason to the way I write, and it's still a mystery to me that anybody is interested in reading my poems at all. I'd very much like to take a course to learn more about all the different ways one can format a poem, but as I'm still unsure with most of them, my poetry is all just freestyle at the moment.

I write about what I used to think was a varied number of subjects, but in fact there are some pretty basic themes that I just attempt to tackle over and over again: my relationship with God and Christianity, love, and feminism (in historic as well as contemporary settings). Poetry is sort of my way of attempting to organise my thoughts into something coherent, as otherwise they fly around my head in a very jumbled manner. I'd like to share an example of each of these themes with you over the course of the week and find out if I've managed to convey any hint of my stance towards them all!

You can find my poems on my tumblr page for now - I'm hoping to summon up the courage to submit some to a few journals in the future!

Thank you very much for reading this, and if it's alright with you I'd love to start off by asking a little bit about you all - the sort of thing you prefer to read and/or write poetry about; and also (if you are willing to share) your stance towards the religion you were raised in if you were at all. This is a subject of intense fascination to me and one that colours a lot of my own thinking and writing.