Oh lord. It's been a while.
I'm seriously considering deleting this account.
I'm fed up with this place, to put it bluntly.
It seems like everyone who calls themselves "poets" have given up what it used to mean to -be- a poet.
You don't just scribble words down because you feel something, space it, slap it so it rhymes (forced, of course), don't bother to study your craft- and call yourself a poet!
Maybe I'm just old fashioned, but spelling errors shouldn't go unnoticed. Lack of punctuation and capitalization shouldn't go unpunished... unless the aim is free-verse. But then, if it is free-verse, then quit trying to force it to rhyme and space it into crappy quatrains!
Everyone feels.
Everyone can put a pen to paper.
NOT everyone can be a poet.
No, I'm not puffing myself up. I've still got a ways to go, too! But, I'm learning. I'm studying. I'm working as hard as I can to get as close to perfect as I possibly can. I don't just assume that what I'm writing right now will be anything even worth reading twenty years from now. But I'm not a "casual" writer, and I'm not one of those usurpers of the title of "poet".
Thank you.
Anyway, on to me!
My name is Aimee. It is pronounced "Ah-mee".
I'm 20 years old and live in a town that no one's ever heard of in Indiana. I promised myself I'd leave here when I was 18. Look who got crippled by her own mind. No job. No car. So where am I? Still here.
I'm only 4'11", so I'm very short. I'm 115lbs, but my friend thought I weighed 90 (when soaking wet) lol. So I guess I'm thin. I don't know. But, given my disorders, of course I'm bigger than I'd like. I'd like to lose about 30 more pounds. Then I think I'd be ok.
I have naturally brown hair. Though right now it's dyed black, hot pink, and blonde. It's faded though and is now a gross mix of brown, black, blonde, and reddish blonde. I have the ever popular side-part (had it since BEFORE it was popular, so there) and it's past my shoulders now. I got over the impulse to shave my head every year.
I'm seriously considering deleting this account.
I'm fed up with this place, to put it bluntly.
It seems like everyone who calls themselves "poets" have given up what it used to mean to -be- a poet.
You don't just scribble words down because you feel something, space it, slap it so it rhymes (forced, of course), don't bother to study your craft- and call yourself a poet!
Maybe I'm just old fashioned, but spelling errors shouldn't go unnoticed. Lack of punctuation and capitalization shouldn't go unpunished... unless the aim is free-verse. But then, if it is free-verse, then quit trying to force it to rhyme and space it into crappy quatrains!
Everyone feels.
Everyone can put a pen to paper.
NOT everyone can be a poet.
No, I'm not puffing myself up. I've still got a ways to go, too! But, I'm learning. I'm studying. I'm working as hard as I can to get as close to perfect as I possibly can. I don't just assume that what I'm writing right now will be anything even worth reading twenty years from now. But I'm not a "casual" writer, and I'm not one of those usurpers of the title of "poet".
Thank you.
Anyway, on to me!
My name is Aimee. It is pronounced "Ah-mee".
I'm 20 years old and live in a town that no one's ever heard of in Indiana. I promised myself I'd leave here when I was 18. Look who got crippled by her own mind. No job. No car. So where am I? Still here.
I'm only 4'11", so I'm very short. I'm 115lbs, but my friend thought I weighed 90 (when soaking wet) lol. So I guess I'm thin. I don't know. But, given my disorders, of course I'm bigger than I'd like. I'd like to lose about 30 more pounds. Then I think I'd be ok.
I have naturally brown hair. Though right now it's dyed black, hot pink, and blonde. It's faded though and is now a gross mix of brown, black, blonde, and reddish blonde. I have the ever popular side-part (had it since BEFORE it was popular, so there) and it's past my shoulders now. I got over the impulse to shave my head every year.
- Last seen right now. Member since March 7, 2004.
- I'm a moonstone path poet for 482 comments.
- My mood is
, and quote is "ill". - I am a 20 year old girl from Indiana (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm trying to figure everything out.
- Visit my homepage at www.myspace.com/violenceisthenewpacifism
- I am in the groups Black Pen Poets, Eating Disordorders Coping NOT Glorif, On Viewless Wings Winter Edition 2010, Perfect Imperfection of Being a Woman, Seeking Perfect Rhyme And Rhythm, Typists and Grammar Perfectionists, Writers Block Group
- I have 482 comments, 8 contests, 5 columns, 339 poems, 14 stories, 2 philosophies, 1 journal
My Poetry
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Take me by the hand.
Teach me how to see.24 lines, 7 comments, November 4. In Thoughts, Other, Personal, Life, anorexia, eating disorders, depression
My Stories
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All was still as the ghostly tones faded from the eerie hallway. Davis sat still, as though the air were made of thick sheets of parchment
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It was June, early June. School had let out a few weeks ago and my friends and I were looking forward to a few days out of town. The big ev
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She had been anorexic for years. There wasn't a time she could remember eating guiltlessly. She was also bulimic, for a little less time. It got to the point that the only time she could remember what chocolate ice-cream tast1114 lines, 3 comments, January 2, 2008. In 600-2000 words, Eating disorders, Other, Personal, Recovery
My journal entries
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Life... Sometimes when you think it's thrown everything at you that it possibly can, it grabs the kitchen sink and hurls it straight for your head. And in those five seconds of fight or flight moment, you gotta make the decision. Face what's coming, grab a hefty catchers mit and try your best to catch the sink andApril 17, In A moment, Baby, Diary, First person, Life, Love, My life, My own personal thoughts. 1,200 words. → 1 comment, Add one?
Guest Book
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x--nocturnia--x on February 14, 2008... I like you. I realise I've read this before, but I read it again anyway. There are things I don't like - two. But you overcame one. I dont dislike your inyourface attitude, but it did irk me for a moment.
You're an interestingly lonely seeming soul.
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HollyxHavok on November 29, 2007Wow...
The intro is amazing and reminds me of myself much more than I expected it to once I started reading...
It's like an inspiration for my own life story, you know?
I don't wanna grow old either, but I'm too scared to die. -
x--nocturnia--x on September 23, 2007I enjoyed your intro (^^^) much more than I expected. Your depth and honesty are definately your strong points. You say what's in my head but to great to be in my actions.
Nyce.
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Dead Love on April 9, 2007hi! thanks for the comment, and that was the first poem of mine to have placed, domo arigatou, xiexie, gracias, and many other thanks!
