Hello hello hello.
Welcome to my page, do browse a bit of my attempts at poetry writing and leave comments, feel free to leave a message as well.
I'm a secondary school student with ambitions to study English at Trinity. Poetry, books
and everything positive that inspires them, i.e everything wonderful in the world are what I live from day to day to discover.
I do write poetry, well, that's self-evident otherwise I wouldn't be here, but prose is more my forte. Someday I hope to be a published author, and I'll sit on the doorstep of the publishing companies playing harmonica until they sign the contract.
I don't actually play harmonica, I play flute and piano (but I flatter myself thinking my flute playing's too nice to coerce someone into publishing my book, and a piano isn't transportable.)
So read, review, and run riot in the written ravishings of poetic piffle I've penned.
Um, hope that made sense.
Amelia.
Welcome to my page, do browse a bit of my attempts at poetry writing and leave comments, feel free to leave a message as well.
I'm a secondary school student with ambitions to study English at Trinity. Poetry, books
and everything positive that inspires them, i.e everything wonderful in the world are what I live from day to day to discover.
I do write poetry, well, that's self-evident otherwise I wouldn't be here, but prose is more my forte. Someday I hope to be a published author, and I'll sit on the doorstep of the publishing companies playing harmonica until they sign the contract.
I don't actually play harmonica, I play flute and piano (but I flatter myself thinking my flute playing's too nice to coerce someone into publishing my book, and a piano isn't transportable.)
So read, review, and run riot in the written ravishings of poetic piffle I've penned.
Um, hope that made sense.
Amelia.
- Last seen on Oct 31 11:42 AM. Member since October 11, 2007.
- I'm a carnelian hope poet for 105 comments.
- My mood is
, and quote is "The mood of a carrot in love with a cabbage.". - I am a 16 year old girl (Ireland)
- When I'm not writing, I'm dreaming of green fields and mountains... ahhh....
- I am in the groups Hopeless Romantics come together, the love of poetry
- I have 105 comments, 3 contests, 24 poems, 4 stories
My Poetry
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When a cloud in perfect eggshell blue skies
saw the premature moon mid-afternoon -
The wind leaned down and breathed a silken sigh
that gently weaned a leaf from parent tree -
They took me by my little hand and led me down the stairs
the bubble pigs in fifties wigs and friendly farmer bears,25 lines, 7 comments, February 24
My Stories
1 - 3 of 4
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It was Saturday night, or very early Sunday morning. It was a warm night, and the moon shone down, reflecting off the ripples on the water. Michael Kennedy weaved his way drunkenly along the mossy path, his eyes bloodshot and
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The pungent and sickly sweet smell of dying Jasmine filled the poky room, invading every cramped corner. Despite the fact that the weather
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A sterling tale of love, family, dishonour, murder, exploitation, and moral fibre.1 / Part 12 / About one hundred and fifty years ago large shipments of pianos depar2786 lines, March 4, 2008. In 2000-5000 words
