My brain is a labyrinth. Only I know its many twists and turns, but even I can get lost in it. My personality is a hurricane, a whirlwind, a maelstrom. It's unpredictable and confusing if you don't know what to do with it. I don't run from my past, though I'm not fond of thinking back on it unless it's necessary. I am one of the few people who can blend in anywhere but stands out everywhere, who can fit in everywhere but belongs nowhere. I float around from group to group. I choose no sides. Just because I can fit in where ever I'd like, doesn't mean I want to settle. Music is my passion. It doesn't rule me, and I don't rule it. We're partners, keeping each other alive. It's a win-win situation. I do everything with it. And there's always a song stuck in my head, no matter what time it is. I am eloquent, tactful, and talented. I play guitar and I write lyrics. I remember my past and know my future. I can walk without ever looking down at my feet. I've got a heart of gold, I really do. It's just too heavy to wear on my sleeve.
If you can't understand metaphors,
then you won't understand me.
I live my life to the fullest. I believe in second chances, because life is too short. The world is wide, my soul is open.
Love makes me smile, but I'm not much of a romantic.
To be simple, I love to talk, help people in anyway, and I love to make new friends. Talk to me, and you won't regret it. I've got a super fun personality, and I'm always smiling and laughing and doing something crazy to get people to laugh.
I'm just also very good a being serious.
If you want to learn more about me, then talk to me.
Or add me on MySpace.
- Last seen on Sep 22 5:23 AM. Member since February 7.
- I'm a emerald dog poet for 8 comments.
- I am a 15 year old girl from Connecticut (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm writing music.
- Visit my homepage at profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewProfile&friendID=220726299
- I have 8 comments, 8 poems, 1 story
My Poetry
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I'll let you pretend my nimble hands can't fix the cursive knots of your wax lungs,
because sometimes it hurts the most to be who you are. -
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Sweetest carpenter,
The forest calls, beckons you
My Stories
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“Oh, what, you mean all that?” Came an unfamiliar voice. “Those were ghosts. Blood-thirsty, revenge-bent, incredibly angry ghosts.”
Guest Book
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CinderellaSyndrome on February 12I absolutely love the descriptions at the top of your page.
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Fashionista on February 8HEY CAN YOU READ & COMMENT MY POEM WELL SONG RATHER iTS CALLED "Before we go to bed "
