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MY ALL POETRY NAME: it is Atalanta, NOT Atlanta.
Brings me back to my days in 11th grade Latin class... where there were a total of FIVE of us in the class. Loved it. Speaking of which, I miss you guys.
When I'm not writing or studying, I try to find time to play piano. It's my soul without words-I can say things through music that I could never dream of saying out loud. It's like poetry in a way, but in another world for me. I love doing community service, not to make myself feel better or crap like that, but because you meet so many interesting people - you get to experience life. I'm a Psychology and HDFS double major at the University of Connecticut. Oh yeah, and I'm a poet. In my spare time.
I think that the world is a very skewed place that people interpret whichever way you want them to. The nameless art that has become a manner of speaking, for the poets out there that have mastered this art, is the force and the drive by which I am able to live my life. I believe that communication will lead to success if you live with determination. Communication is so vital, I wish that I could truly explain it. But the way that the world is set up, I think that people base intelligence wholly on the way that they are able to communicate. Geniuses are underrated, and undetected, while those who have good communication skills, are overrated, yet because of the societal construction, they are perceived as much more intelligent and are basically rulers of their own boundaries.
For those who say the impossible can never be done... it's not true... and my life is a testament to that. Through my poetry, you may be able to see a small slice of what I have been through. But in the end, I have been able to be resilient enough to live - really live - and love myself again. The impossible isn't easy, and I will attest to that fact. But it can be done.... even it is not overnight.
Words can only explain so much, while poetry has an artistic quality that embraces the words with the capability of so much more. I like the impact of having such a good outlet in my life, and I use it to my advantage as much as possible. Although I don't post all of my poetry and writings on here, I do believe that it is important to keep some of your life open to the public; too much isolation causes lonesomeness. Complete privacy doesn't really hold any kind of promise for me - nor do I believe it to be a developmentally positive phase.
My personal heroes in life are Martin Luther King Jr.... and currently others are up for debate. I like where he stood with the world, even when others didn't believe in him. Hell, even when others loathed him.
Keep faith in something. It will keep you going when you have nowhere else to go, and when you're no longer capable of moving yourself forward on your own. Keeping faith will keep your heart capable and strong.
Peace, love, and truth.
Do what you love; love what you do.
- Last seen on Aug 24 12:01 AM. Member since June 26, 2004.
- I'm a lapisLazuli dream poet for 329 comments.
- My mood is , and quote is "contemplate morality: it's always changing.".
- I am a 22 year old woman (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm full of hope.....
- Visit my homepage at www.xanga.com/home.aspx?user=intoicyblues

- I have 329 comments, 1 contest, 17 columns, 323 poems, 6 stories
My Poetry
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confusion of a silent story, blinding me
leaving a lingering pain in the air20 lines, April 30 -
A different skyline of the sunset tonight
Guides my steady, unnoticeable doubt39 lines, March 11 -
Leaving the silence behind the mirror
I stare back at the new, intelligible soul20 lines, February 21 -
Following the evidential path around me
Sparse in trees, direction, or light27 lines, November 23, 2008
My Stories
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It has been a long while since I have felt the unseen. The evidential push that draws you to another person, partly voluntary, and partly529 lines, November 29, 2008. In <600 words
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>>>>>>>>>>>>>Aimee<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<
Would you tell someone if all your apologies were out of pity? Of course, it is619 lines, July 11, 2005. In <200 lines, Other -
We bask ourselves in the thing you take most for granted: air. We are a people of air, and our reliance on something so simple is the foundation of everything we believe502 lines, 3 comments, November 29, 2004. In <200 lines, Fiction
My other items
- Column: What I Would Tell You as You Walked Away at allpoetry
- Column: My Best Friend's Demise at allpoetry
- Column: Can You Breathe Here? Life. at allpoetry
Guest Book
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dottedmyeyes on September 19, 2007thanks for the comment, dear. hope all is well.
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Shayde on June 24, 2005yes! someone finally knows good music, teehee. <3 the dresden dolls totally rock.
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just-shelly on June 16, 2005oh wow! you live in ct?? hows it like? theres where i want to ultimately end up in my life. i really want to go to trinity for law.
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Hellsfinest on January 4, 2005SO you are bisexual, and you only like girls thats cool. Whatever Im not just saying that I have a lot of gay guy friends too.
